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Two Languages, Learning Everything Else

Today, a strange urge to listen to the live CD off To Venus and Back. The translation work went well. I swear at points I sounded like this was 'Made in Communist China', it's just frightfully verbose, with big words, but I think it went well. I was medicated, ill and moving between writing TOEIC questions and the 21 pages I was working on. markfinnCabbit looked at my questions and gave them his sloppy paw print of approval, calling them, "...mean, nasty, devious and hampy." I wonder if I made my questions too hard, since he also noted they were difficult even for native English speakers (and he's a professional gremlin wrangler in China). It took me most of the day to get the questions down. I slept at about 3AM and woke up five hours later to Dad asking after said translation -- that cost another three hours in finishing the last 8 pages or so.

Then this particular Myra starts screeching like a raving schizophrenic, and I start remembering why the randomness of listening to her makes good writing music but bad "purple monkey flower" what's-she-saying-just-because-it's-pretty ear destruction.

If they don't jump all over my TOEIC questions and discard most of it, I might get enough this month to save a wee bit. If I actually pass my driving test on the 9th, I might be able to save some money instead of throwing it at instructors.

I dimly recall going to work, dimly staring at all this code, and actually accomplishing a few things, wrote a letter to support for our website. Dimly recall eating half a turkey ham sandwich. Very dimly recall trying to sit straight up without blurry eyesight for two hours longer than I felt like staying there. I was picked up and remember creeping into bed. Then Dad came back in to wake me up in case my driving instructor came in (he didn't), and Dad will grab my arm and try to drag me off the bed because he's a parent like that.

Rain says nice things about me here. While you're there, read the poetry too. I'll be the one second from the bottom, raving about hamsters. My poetry has no hamsters. You just wait. Read this stuff now, before it goes away next month and makes me sad again.

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countlibras
Feb. 1st, 2006 04:23 pm (UTC)
For a moment there, I thought you were translating Tori Amos lyrics. Which made the rest of your post sound weird.

Yeahhhhh - I can be slow sometimes. :)
vampyrichamster
Feb. 3rd, 2006 12:27 am (UTC)
No problem. I was all slow and sludgy while writing that too. So I'm glad anyone understood anything. ;)
aerinys
Feb. 2nd, 2006 07:29 pm (UTC)
vampyrichamster
Feb. 3rd, 2006 12:26 am (UTC)
Oh my god. They STABBED IT. *pitchforks and bonfires*
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