uncommoncold

I have done absolutely nothing all day today.

Oh, right. Except for this:



However, I did realize that I really don't like my Italian textbook. It has pictures and catch phrases and possibly some product placement, though it's hard to tell because I don't actually speak or read Italian. I just pretend to. My main point, though, is that I don't need pictures to learn another language.

It just doesn't work for me.

I want lists of verbs to memorize- straight, no chaser. I want the vocabulary entry for "succo d'aranciata" to not have a picture of a kid drinking freshly-squeezed orange juice next to it.

Is that really too much to ask?

That said, I have a test tomorrow that I'm not prepared for. I'm never prepared for school-related stuff. Ever. It's not even as though I don't see it coming- it's more like I notice it, watch it, downright stare the fucker down, and then let it bat me across the eyes. I stumble over my feet, blink, and keep on walking.

There you have it. That's my relationship to school, sweet and concise.

Look, I never said I wasn't ridiculous. Or ridiculously vain. It's gotten to the point where I don't even know what I look like anymore.



[Photo credit goes to Adam for that one.]

Talked to my mom a lot on the phone today. She's far more perceptive than I give her credit for, I think. She asked some rather poignant questions. I miss her so, sometimes, but I'll be seeing her in a few days, as it's my brother's graduation ceremony from high school this coming weekend. That's strange to me. He's eighteen now! When did he grow up?

This is my "HOLY HELL, MY BROTHER'S GETTING OLDER" face. Except that, well, the picture was taken a few months ago.



I'm buying him beer. Don't tell my parents.

I want to show you cute pictures, but alas, I haven't a scanner.

Is your heart a blinking Nintendo?