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jmfargoSay "words!" in the comments and I'll respond with 5 words that I associate with you. Write something about them in your LJ.
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jfs gave me the following words:
Dogs
My Monster is laying on the ground on her side, panting hard right now. Her feet are covered in mud (something I will have to fix later, but it's dried on so poses no issue for the carpet), and she's quite obviously exhausted. Running around the back yard for half an hour will do that, especially if you run as hard and joyfully as she does. She truly loves running; you can see it in every bounce.
I love dogs. I talk about them quite a bit, I have a website dedicated to them (which goes live again tomorrow!), foster them, and have two of my own. What can I say? I was a cat person growing up, because we never had a dog; I grew out of that fairly quickly, and I'm glad I did.
Transformation
I've been going through some changes lately, trying to get this overweight, out of shape, and generally mis-managed body to conform to how I think it should be. This is a pretty major change for me, and "transformation" is a good strong word to use because more than just the physical process of getting in shape, I've had to change my entire mind-set. I have changed what I eat, changed my daily routine, and somehow found the willpower to keep going. Something in my brain clicked over; pushed me over the edge of looking at getting in shape, and actually finally made me start doing something about it.
Zombies
I'm worried that they're going to come before I'm ready. I preach readiness, and try my best to have everything I know I should have, but things like firearms are foreign to me. I don't mean that I don't know how to use one; I do, but I haven't the foggiest idea what to purchase, or where the best place would be. Thinking about keeping it loaded near my bed for "home protection" and zombie protection warps my brain.
But yes. Zombies are America's number 1 threat!
What? No?
America
Pop Star Scandals! Chewing Gum Philosphy! Inappropriate Capital Letters! Media Blitz! Free Media! Expensive Media! Lead In The Air Is Poisoning Our Children And Making Them Dumber!
Wait, that last one's kind of serious. Wow, that's not surprising, but it does suck.
What was the prompt again?
Arabic
أهلن وسهلن!
That's "Good morning" or a formal "Hello" in Arabic. It's only taken me two semesters to learn how to say it, spell it, and type it. Even now I'm not sure it's 100% correct.
I've found that with Arabic, as with every language I've taken,** I understand a lot more than I can actually speak. Body language, intonation, and a number of other factors help my brain grasp what a person is saying to me as long as I can get half of what they're saying, but the second I have to respond, my brain freezes. It locks in on trying to say something I actually don't yet know how to say, and won't let me work around the mental block. It's strange.
I get frustrated easily with any new language. I'm starting my third class in Arabic next semester, and I can already feel the jitters coming on. Am I going to be good enough? Will I make a fool of myself? What if I've forgotten everything I already knew during the Summer? Should I...What if...Can it be that....بكم؟
I just worry. I should do fine, and hopefully my transformation will help me want to do my homework too (that's my biggest detractor and has been my whole life), but the worry is still there, behind the confidence I show.
I'll be fine, but I'll still worry about it.
*People still say this, right? I think it's cute.***
**Spanish for a year, and French for 4 or 5 years. I can't speak either fluently, but I can tell you that the monkey is in the tree in either one.
***It has been brought to my attention that this * does not actually have anything attached to it in the body of this writing. I must have deleted it and forgotten to delete the footnote. I am preserving it for posterity, however.
jfs gave me the following words:Dogs
My Monster is laying on the ground on her side, panting hard right now. Her feet are covered in mud (something I will have to fix later, but it's dried on so poses no issue for the carpet), and she's quite obviously exhausted. Running around the back yard for half an hour will do that, especially if you run as hard and joyfully as she does. She truly loves running; you can see it in every bounce.
I love dogs. I talk about them quite a bit, I have a website dedicated to them (which goes live again tomorrow!), foster them, and have two of my own. What can I say? I was a cat person growing up, because we never had a dog; I grew out of that fairly quickly, and I'm glad I did.
Transformation
I've been going through some changes lately, trying to get this overweight, out of shape, and generally mis-managed body to conform to how I think it should be. This is a pretty major change for me, and "transformation" is a good strong word to use because more than just the physical process of getting in shape, I've had to change my entire mind-set. I have changed what I eat, changed my daily routine, and somehow found the willpower to keep going. Something in my brain clicked over; pushed me over the edge of looking at getting in shape, and actually finally made me start doing something about it.
Zombies
I'm worried that they're going to come before I'm ready. I preach readiness, and try my best to have everything I know I should have, but things like firearms are foreign to me. I don't mean that I don't know how to use one; I do, but I haven't the foggiest idea what to purchase, or where the best place would be. Thinking about keeping it loaded near my bed for "home protection" and zombie protection warps my brain.
But yes. Zombies are America's number 1 threat!
What? No?
America
Pop Star Scandals! Chewing Gum Philosphy! Inappropriate Capital Letters! Media Blitz! Free Media! Expensive Media! Lead In The Air Is Poisoning Our Children And Making Them Dumber!
Wait, that last one's kind of serious. Wow, that's not surprising, but it does suck.
What was the prompt again?
Arabic
أهلن وسهلن!
That's "Good morning" or a formal "Hello" in Arabic. It's only taken me two semesters to learn how to say it, spell it, and type it. Even now I'm not sure it's 100% correct.
I've found that with Arabic, as with every language I've taken,** I understand a lot more than I can actually speak. Body language, intonation, and a number of other factors help my brain grasp what a person is saying to me as long as I can get half of what they're saying, but the second I have to respond, my brain freezes. It locks in on trying to say something I actually don't yet know how to say, and won't let me work around the mental block. It's strange.
I get frustrated easily with any new language. I'm starting my third class in Arabic next semester, and I can already feel the jitters coming on. Am I going to be good enough? Will I make a fool of myself? What if I've forgotten everything I already knew during the Summer? Should I...What if...Can it be that....بكم؟
I just worry. I should do fine, and hopefully my transformation will help me want to do my homework too (that's my biggest detractor and has been my whole life), but the worry is still there, behind the confidence I show.
I'll be fine, but I'll still worry about it.
*People still say this, right? I think it's cute.***
**Spanish for a year, and French for 4 or 5 years. I can't speak either fluently, but I can tell you that the monkey is in the tree in either one.
***It has been brought to my attention that this * does not actually have anything attached to it in the body of this writing. I must have deleted it and forgotten to delete the footnote. I am preserving it for posterity, however.
