patrick and sandy?
I know it is considered to be very "loserish" these days to still be listening to 98° but I'm still totally in love with The Hardest Thing. It reminds me so much of Dr. Zhivago (and not just because it's mentioned in the song), and I love Dr. Zhivago. There's definitely genius in that book, and so much love in the story. Both elements added together leaves me completely powerless. Of course the fact that I love both screen versions (the old David Lean film and the British TV one) adds to it.
Okay enough going on about a song. It doesn't have anything to do with anything, actually. But I like to ramble about such things anyway.
Just found this LJ community called Masterpiece Theatre and they have some mention of The Forsyte Saga. The more I read about it the more I want to watch it. And I feel that I am definitely entitled to watch the show because I love the books. It's going to be of utmost importance that my mum gets the DVDs for me in the USA. Or else I don't see the point of her going to the USA at all (hahaha). I have to rewrite the list for her because I keep changing my mind about stuff that I want. I've decided to be kind on her back ('cos she has to carry the stuff + her luggage + her violin) and her wallet ('cos she has to pay) and ask for less things except those of utmost priority. The problem is my priorities keep changing. For example, I still can't decide how much I want Very Annie Mary. It looks so funny and cute and Welsh (accents!). I think I'll just ask her to get it if she sees it and it's not too expensive. I was asking her how much she could carry and she said that if it got too much she'd just mail it back to me so I'd get it first. Good idea. Sometimes my mum is so smart. Other times she's just -_-", as I will elaborate upon further on in this entry.
Robin's just asked me to sort out the song on his blog. It's not playing. Ladeedum. Honestly speaking, I'm too bored and lazy to be bothered to do it for him. But shall take a look at the silly code and then give him instructions and tell him to do it himself.
Which reminds me, I have to figure out how to do Stephanie's Xanga. Ugh. I absolutely detest Xanga. What's wrong with their system? It's so unique and basically screwed up. And I also have to figure out what's with Sarah T.'s blogskin that shows only 1 entry at a time.
Why do I get myself so involved in my friends' HTML? Gotta stop volunteering to do people's blogs and making a name for myself. But I can't help it, sometimes I'm just so hopelessly bored.
I'm rambling about totally pointless matters again. It's such a bad habit!
Okay, okay here's something that matters. To me, anyway. I don't know whether I still want to continue with French. Like yesterday, I just thought about going to French and I was like "oh no...". I don't know why, I just didn't feel like going. And sometimes in French class I find myself checking the time just to see when we get to go.
I don't want to continue if it's going to be a drag for me. It's pretty expensive studying at AF and I don't want to waste my parents' money. So if I'm going to be dreading going to lessons and just wanting to get out of it, I'd rather tell my mum that I'm quitting, and thus probably wasting the effort I've put into it so far.
But at the same time I find myself still very in love with the language. I think the reason I might fear the lessons is because I have terrible vocabulary, preventing me from speaking properly as compared to some of the better students in class and there's always this constant fear of completely embarrassing myself. So I just shut up during lessons. And secretly try to deflect all attention from myself. Which is a horrible way to learn French, especially in a course which focuses on oral skills. So that might be why I'm scared of going for French.
Gotta work on that.
Why My Mum Can Sometimes Be -_-"
Yesterday I was just sitting there with her and I was telling her about the last episode of Coupling, where Patrick proposed (in a way) to Sally. And I was just going on about it and couldn't help but notice this very strange look on her face. And then suddenly she blurted out, "But Patrick doesn't even know she's a girl!"
At first I was like, "HUH?" Then I realised that she thought that I was talking about Spongebob Squarepants. She'd mixed up Coupling's Patrick and Sally with Spongebob's Patrick and Sandy. And all the time she'd been wondering how a starfish was going to marry a squirrel in a space suit.
See now why no words can even describe my mum, only -_-"?
And yet she's my bestest bud. Haha.