I had an amazing revelation today: I can speak Spanish.

Yes, this is a bit of an obvious one, as it's my major, and it's a language I've studied for over five years. But while I can read and write in it decently, I'm intimidated by speaking. Esecially with native speakers.

I was in my tutorial today, chatting with the girl sitting next to me, ( Read more... )

Emailed the AFS chapter president this morning to tell him that I can't keep acting as Support Coordinator- Between class (much more intense this year than last), work (two jobs in two different parts of the city which I rush between all day, and I'm working twice as many hours per week as I was last year), I've got a lot going on at the moment. ( Read more... )

It's silly of me to feel so wronged for being told off for wearing a hat at work -for fuck's sake, there are far, far more massive problems in the world- but if there's one thing I object to, it's being made to follow rules that are absolutely pointless, and I do, in fact, have a strong opposition to imposing one's standards on other people when ( Read more... )

Stepsister-whom-I've-never-met added me on Facebook, saying she'd like us to get to know each other- This was nice of her, I think. I'd like to get to know her as well.

Looked over her profile- I've just discovered the existence of a step-nephew. This is an odd feeling.

I've just finished packing -I'm going away, in a few hours, first to Napier, where Alex's family lives for Christmas, then to their bach (what New Zealanders call a beach house) in Mahia for the rest of the week. I've been promised that I should see more evidence of it being summer than Wellington's been exhibiting, and I'm bringing the Schrodinger ( Read more... )

Tonight I experimented with the recipe for chocolates that speaky_bean gave me. As I opened the bag of chocolate wafers, something I hadn't thought of in years, sprang up.

When I was nineteen and my sister was sixteen, our parents were recently divorced and we lived with our dad, who worked long, odd hours. Because of this, we rarely saw him, so it felt more ( Read more... )

Being sick makes me an emotional wreck. I'm not sure whether or not this is normal (does this happen to anyone else?), but a stomach bug, like I had over the weekend, can temporarily turn me from a generally happy person into a dejected pile of emo.

In recent weeks, a night with nothing planned had become a rarity, and I've almost forgotten how to ( Read more... )

For some reason, my brain sorts through things best when I'm roaming around after I should be asleep- However, I don't enjoy it without music to listen to. I lost my MP3 player a few months ago, so I stopped wandering; the two go together so naturally that without music, it simply doesn't occur to me to go for night-walks. Finally I shelled out for ( Read more... )

i am back from AFS End of Stay camp!

I enjoyed it, for the most part- these are never quite fun, they're too emotionally draining and since Wellington is the only chapter in the lower North Island with many younger volunteers (former AFS students come here for university and end up getting involved in our chapter), I always find myself in the ( Read more... )

It has come to my attention that I seriously need to cut down on caffeine.

If I temporarily become an unbearable, raging bitch, blame the withdrawel.