Winged Rivers

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My first day went considerably well, but it had and will continue to have its downs. I have a lot of breaks in between my three-day eight-hour schedule, and though they do go by eventually, it's only when I'm preoccupied with eating or talking or studying does it pass relatively quickly. I think I'm beginning to hate my Elementary Tagalog class because it's "conducted exclusively in Tagalog" and the cultural/language barrier between the instructor and the students is petrifying. She doesn't understand what we don't understand, and vice versa. I'm thinking of dropping the class, but I'm a little interested in the implications behind the goal. Having the class conducted exclusively in Tagalog means that I'm being pretty much ejected into a culture I don't know (even though it technically is mine), and if I'm receptive, I'll learn a lot . . . but if I'm not, I'll learn very little or close to nothing. It's as though I've already geared myself up to reject it, though, and that's the hard part.

My favorite class -- but not my favorite time of day -- is my American Sign Language course. I don't like the time of day because it's after my last two hour break, and I learned that I get sleepy and distracted during it even if I keep my mind busy. Waking up before nine in the morning while having your brain constantly switched on does that to you, I guess. But I'm excited for the class because it's so enriching. There are a lot more people in that class than I expected, too. I especially like the instructor because he's the first male feminist I've seen, and well, that is very interesting. When we write papers, he likes us to be aware of how we address the audience, and to be inclusive. He's requiring that we participate in at least one event that takes place in deaf culture. I find that so invasive and scary, but at the same time . . . I can't help but be attracted to the notion. He's married to Mary Sue, one of the leaders of the campus ministry, which is awesome. I think I'll be joining it one day, or at least once I'm comfortably settled in.

I'm a bit troubled because I can't access my History course Blackboard account, but I emailed Father Wrynn and hopefully he'll look into it. I could always ask him tomorrow.

I got all my books, which is a relief. Except not entirely, because I have to carry so many for the course of three days and they're bulky and heavy.

I haven't met a lot of people yet; the ones I have are the ones I've met/talked to previously, and the ones Diandra introduced me to, I've probably already forgotten their names . . . But it's only the first day, and to its credit, it went very well, so I can't really complain.

I did my homework already -- which wasn't homework, really. I just took notes on the things I learned in class, with the exception of the vocabulary words from my Tagalog class because I have no idea what some of those words mean and Mrs. Reyes is so freaking indistinct! My head pulses in that class! You have no idea -- and regretfully, I had no idea my language was so difficult to wrap my mind around. Maybe it's because it's not used to being challenged in that way, but . . . Eh!

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He's burning with embarrassment and shame, and while it's still hot, he turns around and brands someone else with it.

I hate my grandfather.

I never understood the phrase, "get crackin'" in reference to beginning a task, but I can only assume it has something to do with breakfast. Anyway, this is my first journal post. I needed to take the initiative in making this page resemble something bloggy. It is now 1 am, which is WAY past my bed time. Consider me posted.

Daiz

newageamazon and I were piddling about with a theory that Robert Pattinson (the guy who plays Edward in the upcoming Twilight movie) really hated the entire deal, thought the fans were insane, and needed chemical bolstering to make it through things Twilight-related. Cases in point: Him looking like he was completely wasted at interviews and him saying the shrieks of fangirls remind him of hell . . . while looking blindingly wasted.

He just proved us right. From Empire magazine:

"When you read the book," says Pattinson, looking appropriately pallid and interesting even without makeup, "it's like, 'Edward Cullen was so beautiful I creamed myself.' I mean, every line is like that. He's the most ridiculous person who's so amazing at everything. I think a lot of actors tried to play that aspect. I just couldn't do that. And the more I read the script, the more I hated this guy, so that's how I played him, as a manic-depressive who hates himself. Plus, he's a 108 year-old virgin so he's obviously got some issues there."

Seriously, I'd send him a shiny thing but I get the impression he'd be happy to never see a single sparkly object ever again. He may have to settle for cookies.

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Pics are coming! The hangover, thankfully, is gone.


Yeah, some'll go up here and some'll prolly get locked somewhere and . . . Okay, so it's too early and I might need hydrated more. :D

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Best-remembered highlight?

Having the ceremony, having people start to get all emo, having our little preacher guy ask me if I take Zen (and so forth) . . . and me cracking the crowd up by answering "Yarr."

Second-best remembered highlight?

Marching out onto the porch, sword in hand, and shouting "THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!" . . . and then slaying the pirate pinata.


The rest? The pig was awesomely tasty, the dogs were amazingly good, the parents were relatively under control, and . . . Well, I was up at seven and started drinking at noon. "Pre-gaming" doesn't cover it. I just remember helping finish four different wine bottles. Between the shots and white Russians and all, of course. :D



Also: Ttrin, I got your package! And I lol'd. Thankies! You have more patience than I to pull off cross-stitches of this size. :D



The yard is a mess and I must fix it. :P But on a gleeful/"oh shit where will I put all this" note . . . We're gonna have the biggest fucking Halloween party ever.