CrapArabic

I love this. I had a friend who hired a Spanish-speaking nanny for her little girl. My friend told me, "We communicate entirely in the infinitive."

I have a test today. I've barely studied. I'm taking the opposite approach of omigod!studylike mad! I'll probably bomb the test but I'm rather zen about it right now. Also I forgot my book so I can't really study.

I forgot my library books so Ihave to return them tomorrow and start working on research for my paper, which is due next month. There are a couple of things I need clarified but I don't want to ask the instructor because she has such a flip attitude about things. I'm sorta friendly with one of the students she favors so I may ask the student to ask for clarification.

I cannot get going on this day. Theoretically, I should be doing some work as well as trying to sneak in writing a paper for school (this is my plan over the rest of the week.) I just can't get going at ALL.

I mentioned there is a dengue epidemic here at the moment.

Eeeek! A family friend in Singapore had that! Stay healthy y'all!

Good luck vw!

I was practicing Hungarian last night. I have "yes" and "no" down. Am getting pretty good with "Welcome!" (though that's more usefull for me to recognize than to be able to say) and "Pleased to meet you!" Working on "Hello" "Goodbye" and "My Name is" There are a couple of other words and phrases I'm going to have to look up. I spent bedtime last night reading and listening to the BBC in Hungarian to get used to what words sound like.

Poor Nora!

I should be doing schoolwork, but I'm basically not. Mostly, I'm e-mailing with my brother and cousin, playing here, writing a piece on Boston drivers for my new blog, and writing my not-very-anonymous mid-semester evaluation for one of my classes.

Well, that's annoying. It appears that the class I was planning on taking next semsester is not being offered.

That's very annoying.

And I'm right there with you in the Not Getting Going Department. I can't figure out which way to make coffee. Do I make a pot or do I make a cup? The dithering makes me think I need a pot, but I think I got a little too much caffeine too fast yesterday and that derailed me for a bit, don't want to repeat.

Pot! Go with pot!

OK!

Laga, what everyone said. An apology would be nice, but I'd bet he feels he's done that already anyway. And how much faith would you put in it if you got it? Also, the bit that's worrying me is that I feel like you've got this idea buried in there that you can somehow crack through and make him not an asshole.

You can't. You can possibly make him a politer asshole, or an asshole not-in-your-immediate-vicinity. But that's probably about all you have the power to do here. And either of those would be a big improvement, so if you can, I'd try to stay focused on that and on your sister, rather than for him to suddenly become someone he clearly is not.