Is not. I made it 'specially for you.

::waits patiently for the lovely Debet to come and issue the smackdown tell them that::

One of the benefits of Hebrew school is you get used to the "whole nother alphabet" thing at a very early age. I think Russian would be confusing as hell though, because about half the letters look like Roman letters, only they make different sounds.

On my honeymoon, which was my first real chance to use my hs Spanish and college French, I discovered that I could speak very fluently about myself in the first person, as long as I was talking in the present tense about going somewhere or wanting something.

The nurses in Spain said my Spanish was very good, but I think what they meant was "You've been getting all your nutrients from a tube for 4 days, and you're forming WHOLE WORDS! Sometimes more than one in a row! Way to go!"

I do have fantastic accents. It's just the vocabulary and grammar I'm shaky on...

I could speak very fluently about myself in the first person, as long as I was talking in the present tense about going somewhere or wanting something.

Yeah, I can still do stuff like, "Je voudrais le gateau" and things like that, but not so much with the other stuff.

The nurses in Spain said my Spanish was very good

Oh dear. I think I heard part of the awful honeymoon story that involved the hospital, but I'm not sure I got all of it. Poor thing!

One of the benefits of Hebrew school is you get used to the "whole nother alphabet" thing at a very early age. I think Russian would be confusing as hell though, because about half the letters look like Roman letters, only they make different sounds.

Hebrew is read left to right too, right?

The nurses in Spain said my Spanish was very good, but I think what they meant was "You've been getting all your nutrients from a tube for 4 days, and you're forming WHOLE WORDS! Sometimes more than one in a row! Way to go!"

Porque vas al hospital?

Porque vas al hospital?

Show-off.

Feh.

Boy I Have A Crush On said he had gossip. So I called. The gossip is that he's engaged.

Now I'm mopey. Not that the crush was remotely realistic, but that was the fun of it.

Though the engagement story was amusing. His brother nicknamed her Smeagol because of some occasion when she said the light was bothering her. He proposed by giving her a gold ring on a chain. Well, he had it in a paper bag, and said it was a present for her, and she tried to steal it (living up to the nickname). She finally got it, opened the bag, and said, "Oh, very funny." He said, put it on your ring finger and I'll have to propose. She did. He did. It took forever for her to realize he was seriously proposing and not just making fun of her.

So I'm happy for them, but now I have to find a new pointless crush. And that's so much work. Again I say, feh.

Boy I Have A Crush On said he had gossip. So I called. The gossip is that he's engaged.

Oh honey, that's just 'cause boys are stoopid.

Oh honey, that's just 'cause boys are stoopid

with remarkable consistency

Bradley Whitford is not only married, they are friends of a friend.

But I still think he should run away with me. Or sit somewhere on a park bench and emote.

He's more of a malevolent genius. I forgot to mention that the proposal was on April 1st. It was nice that being totally blindsided kept me from pouting.

I wanna malevolent genius of my own!

I wish I had beer. I have liquor, but I also have to work tomorrow. And beer's better for moping, anyway. Maybe I'll run to the store and vent with some self-pitying drunken posts before bedtime.