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Spent a few hours yesterday and last night studying for my two upcoming Spanish tests. I think I'll do well if I keep a clear head and take my time on sentence construction. I'm mildly impressed at how much vocabulary I've picked up over the last few weeks. 140 or so essential words introduced in this chapter (with the 30+ verbs also having 4 additional conjugations, for a total of 230 or so words), along with a smattering of other things to help construct better, less awkward sentences. 300 words since the class began, I think.
I read somwhere that the average English speaker should use with facility 10,000 words to be competent in the language. If the same holds true for Spanish, I'm at... oh... 3% Yay me!
Finally watched the DVD of Fahrenheit 9/11 last night. Not to sound like a nerd, but I was kind of disappointed in the lack of commentary and paltry extras. I understand the desire to get the movie out there pronto, but... yeah. Stick the interns on the commentary a la Bowling for Columbine at least, for those of us who saw the movie originally, and picked up the DVD more out of interest in the film.
F9/11 is such a topical film, that beyond this election, I can't see it being a strong-selling catalog title. Maybe Columbia decided against the expense of lots of extras, since it'll be in the $5.50 cut-out bin in a few months.
I need/want a recent picture to stick in my profile. Gah. I dislike being photographed. I don't think I'm a terribly looking chap, but photos seem to bring out my blah qualities. I turn into Charlie Brown when lit by a flashbulb.
Stephanie was mocking the way I dress the other day. To my face. Thanks, thanks. I feel awkward and unwanted at most times anyway- all I need is to feel ashamed of the clothes I wear as well. That said, I've worn clothes like this for years without anyone having a problem with it. Methinks she's being a tad judgemental, or has too much of a fascination with her ideal crusty punk-rock boys to understand/accept that I like to wear semi-nice things.
I've got a crush on this girl, why? Oh. Yeah. She looks cute in glasses, and I don't know anyone else. The crush has cooled to "slightly above tepid" though.
Spent a few hours yesterday and last night studying for my two upcoming Spanish tests. I think I'll do well if I keep a clear head and take my time on sentence construction. I'm mildly impressed at how much vocabulary I've picked up over the last few weeks. 140 or so essential words introduced in this chapter (with the 30+ verbs also having 4 additional conjugations, for a total of 230 or so words), along with a smattering of other things to help construct better, less awkward sentences. 300 words since the class began, I think.
I read somwhere that the average English speaker should use with facility 10,000 words to be competent in the language. If the same holds true for Spanish, I'm at... oh... 3% Yay me!
Finally watched the DVD of Fahrenheit 9/11 last night. Not to sound like a nerd, but I was kind of disappointed in the lack of commentary and paltry extras. I understand the desire to get the movie out there pronto, but... yeah. Stick the interns on the commentary a la Bowling for Columbine at least, for those of us who saw the movie originally, and picked up the DVD more out of interest in the film.
F9/11 is such a topical film, that beyond this election, I can't see it being a strong-selling catalog title. Maybe Columbia decided against the expense of lots of extras, since it'll be in the $5.50 cut-out bin in a few months.
I need/want a recent picture to stick in my profile. Gah. I dislike being photographed. I don't think I'm a terribly looking chap, but photos seem to bring out my blah qualities. I turn into Charlie Brown when lit by a flashbulb.
Stephanie was mocking the way I dress the other day. To my face. Thanks, thanks. I feel awkward and unwanted at most times anyway- all I need is to feel ashamed of the clothes I wear as well. That said, I've worn clothes like this for years without anyone having a problem with it. Methinks she's being a tad judgemental, or has too much of a fascination with her ideal crusty punk-rock boys to understand/accept that I like to wear semi-nice things.
I've got a crush on this girl, why? Oh. Yeah. She looks cute in glasses, and I don't know anyone else. The crush has cooled to "slightly above tepid" though.
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Good luck with the crush. There are two girls at my work that I would love to talk to, but never have. So, to give you the advice that I can't take myself: Go for it!