Ahhhh!!! I almost forgot about my blog entry! That would not have been good... whew.
Well, here I am again. This weekわたしはぜんぜんねみません。。。I had an incredibley busy weekend last weekend followed by an incredibley busy week. I almost pulled all-nighters twice. Once was two nights ago, so then yesterday, when I decided to take a nap after class, I went to sleep at 6 and woke up four hours later!! My sleep is all screwed up.
わたしはたいていタッカーラオンジへばんごはんをたべます。The thing about Tucker Lounge is that it's awesome because of the communal kitchen and the number of people that are always there to meet, but there's a also a projector and screen so usually someone will be playing videogames there. I don't play vidoegames, never have, but it's way too easy for me to get sucked into even just watching someone play. For example the other night someone was playing Bioshock, which is weird, gory and scary, but I just couldn't みません！
I don't know if my random Japanese here is making any sense. Speaking of which, is anyone else feeling slighty overwhelmed with this third chapter? I guess I'll find out today; I'm going to the follow-up session. See you there perhaps.
2007年9月28日金曜日
2007年9月21日金曜日
oops, I didn't talk about how my life as バージニアだいがくのにねんせい is going...
It's goint alright, I'm more busy than ever though and sometimes I feel like I'm trying to do so much that I can't spend enough time on each thing individually to do them all well and with as much effort as I want. Fortunately Japanese hasn't really fallen into this category of things in my life, because the class meets often enough that I'm pretty motivated to stay on top of my stuff. かたかなis kicking my butt though. I think it might be easier for me to just memorize the かたかな versions of things that Japanese people have already come up with, instead of producing my own. Frown.
Right now I'm living in Brown, which is really nice. It takes me five minutes to get to class and anywhere else I need to be, I also have a humongous single room and a temprapedic mattress, so I'm set. I haven't made that many friends at Brown yet, but I'm working on it. I cook a lot in the communal kitchen and try to bribe people to talk to me with food. So far this strategy has proved only half successful. Hm.
Ok, time to get working on my workbook and Mallard.
It's goint alright, I'm more busy than ever though and sometimes I feel like I'm trying to do so much that I can't spend enough time on each thing individually to do them all well and with as much effort as I want. Fortunately Japanese hasn't really fallen into this category of things in my life, because the class meets often enough that I'm pretty motivated to stay on top of my stuff. かたかなis kicking my butt though. I think it might be easier for me to just memorize the かたかな versions of things that Japanese people have already come up with, instead of producing my own. Frown.
Right now I'm living in Brown, which is really nice. It takes me five minutes to get to class and anywhere else I need to be, I also have a humongous single room and a temprapedic mattress, so I'm set. I haven't made that many friends at Brown yet, but I'm working on it. I cook a lot in the communal kitchen and try to bribe people to talk to me with food. So far this strategy has proved only half successful. Hm.
Ok, time to get working on my workbook and Mallard.
Pancakes
みなさん、おはようございます。
I just made myself some pancakes, Japanese pancakes actually. I bought the mix at the asian grocery store on Emmett, I think the company is Morinagi? Anyway the pancakes taste like cake and the mixing instructions are adorable because the little mixing bowls and eggs and milk all have little faces, smiling happily as they get blended. AND it was very exciting because this morning I realized I could read what's on the pancake syrup packet: ケーキシロップ。
おいしいですよ！！
わたしのたもだち all went to go see Girltalk last night. I couldn't go. :' ( Instead I spent my night in Clemons reading a book called Delinquent Daughters: Policing Female Sexuality. It's about the lawmaking that happened at the turn of the century that was meant to protect girls from lecherous old men. Did You Know: in 1885 a survey of all the states in the US found that the average age of consent for girls was 10?!?! 10 years old!! In face, Delaware's age of consent was 7!
Anyway, I'm going to have a very, very long day today...Classes and then I'm part of the salsa club and we're having a live salsa band come to the SAB. I'm also performing...でも everyone should come!! It's five dollars if you aren't a member of salsa club, but come on, LIVE MUSIC!
じゃあまた。
I just made myself some pancakes, Japanese pancakes actually. I bought the mix at the asian grocery store on Emmett, I think the company is Morinagi? Anyway the pancakes taste like cake and the mixing instructions are adorable because the little mixing bowls and eggs and milk all have little faces, smiling happily as they get blended. AND it was very exciting because this morning I realized I could read what's on the pancake syrup packet: ケーキシロップ。
おいしいですよ！！
わたしのたもだち all went to go see Girltalk last night. I couldn't go. :' ( Instead I spent my night in Clemons reading a book called Delinquent Daughters: Policing Female Sexuality. It's about the lawmaking that happened at the turn of the century that was meant to protect girls from lecherous old men. Did You Know: in 1885 a survey of all the states in the US found that the average age of consent for girls was 10?!?! 10 years old!! In face, Delaware's age of consent was 7!
Anyway, I'm going to have a very, very long day today...Classes and then I'm part of the salsa club and we're having a live salsa band come to the SAB. I'm also performing...でも everyone should come!! It's five dollars if you aren't a member of salsa club, but come on, LIVE MUSIC!
じゃあまた。
2007年9月13日木曜日
I Once Wanted To Be A Sushi-She-Chef
Hello 11 AM crew (and others who happen to be looking at this),
I've never kept a blog before, so I'm pretty thrilled! I'm also thrilled that I'm finally giving myself the chance to learn Japanese. I actually lived in Tokyo (Arakawa-ku to be exact, you can see my apartment building on google earth, holler) for a year when I was in 6th grade. Why? Because it was my dad's sabatacle (sp?) year and so he got a job at a University in Tokyo. Why am I in 101? Because I was a very whiney and obnoxious 12 year old and didn't want to go to Japan at all and didn't want to go to a Japanese middle school. My parents literally dragged me kicking and screaming to Japan...and kicking and screaming back to America. Over the course of that year I became completely smitten with the place. I think the thing that is going to stick with me the most is the train ride to my international school. School started at 9 but I had to wake up at 7 am, jump in my uniform, ride the toden/streetcar for 45 minutes and then transfer to the train for 20 minutes and then walk for 15 minutes. I got a lot of thinking time those mornings. I also remember how I would pass this one construction site on my walk to school and all 30 or so of the workers on the site, built thick and squat, would be out in rows with their hardhats on bending and stretching to the recording of a piano.
I had a great year in Japan, disregarding the average preteen angst, and I really would like to go back. I'm not sure for what in particular yet though. Last year I had this fantasy of becoming a sushi chef. Did you know there's only a total of 200 or so female sushi chefs in Japan? Anyway I love eating sushi and looking at it too. Some of those rolls get really complex and beautiful. Almost too pretty to eat. Oishii desu yo ne?!?!! Shout out to Hama-san. My sushi chef dream has not died completely yet, but I'm not sure how likely it is that I will become a legitimate sushi chef in the future. We'll see. In the meantime I just need to go back to Japan. I have this ridiculous notion that the moment I go back I'll figure out what to do with my life.
Class trip to Japan, ne?
See you in class.
PS My display name is meant to be ironic, a throwback to my myspace days.
I've never kept a blog before, so I'm pretty thrilled! I'm also thrilled that I'm finally giving myself the chance to learn Japanese. I actually lived in Tokyo (Arakawa-ku to be exact, you can see my apartment building on google earth, holler) for a year when I was in 6th grade. Why? Because it was my dad's sabatacle (sp?) year and so he got a job at a University in Tokyo. Why am I in 101? Because I was a very whiney and obnoxious 12 year old and didn't want to go to Japan at all and didn't want to go to a Japanese middle school. My parents literally dragged me kicking and screaming to Japan...and kicking and screaming back to America. Over the course of that year I became completely smitten with the place. I think the thing that is going to stick with me the most is the train ride to my international school. School started at 9 but I had to wake up at 7 am, jump in my uniform, ride the toden/streetcar for 45 minutes and then transfer to the train for 20 minutes and then walk for 15 minutes. I got a lot of thinking time those mornings. I also remember how I would pass this one construction site on my walk to school and all 30 or so of the workers on the site, built thick and squat, would be out in rows with their hardhats on bending and stretching to the recording of a piano.
I had a great year in Japan, disregarding the average preteen angst, and I really would like to go back. I'm not sure for what in particular yet though. Last year I had this fantasy of becoming a sushi chef. Did you know there's only a total of 200 or so female sushi chefs in Japan? Anyway I love eating sushi and looking at it too. Some of those rolls get really complex and beautiful. Almost too pretty to eat. Oishii desu yo ne?!?!! Shout out to Hama-san. My sushi chef dream has not died completely yet, but I'm not sure how likely it is that I will become a legitimate sushi chef in the future. We'll see. In the meantime I just need to go back to Japan. I have this ridiculous notion that the moment I go back I'll figure out what to do with my life.
Class trip to Japan, ne?
See you in class.
PS My display name is meant to be ironic, a throwback to my myspace days.
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