interesting things. . .

[guingel]

what a nice day. Well, actually, first I felt bad because I slept almost through the entire time where my cousins were here--the people near my age. I woke up (got woken up) in time to eat, although I was rather sluggish. Then I went online and had fun conversations with jedera (I will get around to reading your journal--I'm so sorry. . . I've been swamped with friends entries. >.< but school is almost over. . .).

Anyway, then I got to spend some quality time with my mom, which was extremely cool because I don't do that enough and it makes me feel good and I love my parents so very very much, and I'm very lucky to have them. I played badminton with my mom, which was doubly fun because I love badminton as well. And then I went in and read the part in Le Petit Prince (in French, which was a bit tricky but my mom was there to play consultant) with the fox, because Katie and David were having a discussion about it. Then I finished and was bored and Katie still wanted the computer--so I played rummy with my mom and dad. That was a lot of fun. Mom won though. :( ah well ;) I'm afraid I acted a little more upset than I was. >.< oops. oh dear.

Then I went online, and I talked to David, which was very interesting (you know, I'm starting to lapse into French more and more? I'm going to have to keep it out of my journal entries. . .) because we were talking about hidden depths (I quoted from one of my jedera conversations because he wanted some philosophical discussion for his last 10 minutes--which I managed to drag out to 15) and I was saying that I didn't really have any that were completely hidden from everyone (journal has helped. ::hugs journal::) lol. But he was saying that there were things he didn't know about me, which brought around some extremely interesting confessions. Someone I've never told anyone, and I'm glad Katie was there, because this was the one thing she didn't know about me--the one thing no one knew about me. ::deep sigh:: And god, part of it is that it's a secret I've been keeping for so long, which means it both weighed on me, and has been doing so for so long. And when I keep secrets I feel like it's because it's something to be ashamed of, so I usually tell people everything--even if it's a little embarassing (and even if they don't want to hear). So I was absolutely ripe to tell someone about this, and all I needed was the tiniest bit of encouragement that he provided. what an interesting feeling. My god. I've told someone!

but then Katie got upset because she felt David likes me better than her, which is really worrisome, and which we couldn't continue, because David really had to write his valedictorian speech. :-/ So now she's upset and I'm going to go and try to find her. ::frowns:: ack. so upsetting.

i'm going to show you guys a picture of David sometimes, he shows up so often and in so many different roles. I think you might need a face.

I'm hoping to spend more time outside this summer--playing badminton, and maybe a little tennis. And I had so much fun at the park, and playing keep it up and blowing bubbles at Emily's. Much much fun.

ok. good-bye. much love.

Comments

[theboxization.livejournal.com]

o.O Good luck with Katie and David. *patpat*

[guingel.livejournal.com]

Katie appreciates your comment. so do it. this is difficult, but interesting. I think we're making breakthroughs.

[cloudtrader.livejournal.com]

I am in awe of your ability to speak and read another language (and a bit envious).

Secrets are funny things, eh? I've had things that I absolutely KNOW that I'm going to keep a secret, and then it just kind of spills out (often to my mum or Al). And then there are the secrets I can't can't CAN'T tell anyone I know, so I tell them to random strangers. Is that whacked or what? Secrets are... like little silver pins stuck in your heart: it hurts keeping them to yourself but you just know that it'll hurt more taking them out, even though it might also heal the pain. Or something like that. For me, anyway. *sigh*

So, summer break, eh? (I seem to say "eh" a lot for someone who isn't Canadian, eh?) Wha'cha gonna be doin' for the break?

[guingel.livejournal.com]

well, I still have a long way to go, especially with speaking it. I can understand it pretty well, but when I read it I need to look up like, every five words, and sometimes I miss something that I thought I understood, and it changes like, my whole understanding of the part. But it's still cool, and I'm hoping that reading it will help me to be able to write and speak it better.

yeah, secrets weigh on me, I feel guilty for not sharing them, and then they come out. And it's odd because it's stuff that no one wants to hear, so when it comes out people aren't interested, they're just kinda uncomfortable. lol. Telling things to strangers is interesting. I'm having an easier time with David than I would with Katie, who knows more about me than anyone else. Partly because I know her so well, but I know part of it is that she doesn't want to hear. She's not comfortable and she doesn't care.

With me, I don't know. It can be a little difficult to tell my secrets (I don't tell other people's) but the pain is over very soon, and then I feel a weight off my mind.

lol. well, for the first two weeks of July we're going to New Hampshire (not near tckma though). It's this great resort thing which is on something that's a cross between a lake and a pond. You can see the opposite side, but the people on it are. . . about as tall as my thumb, I'd say. (there's a public beach there) And there's a dock out in about 9-12 feet of water that you can dive off (I can't dive, so I just jump) and there's rowboats and canoes and kayaks, and there's a lot of different little cabins. Lately we've just been staying in the "lakeside" ones--because there's a road, and on one side of the road are the Lake (it's Post Pond but we all call it the Lake) and 3 cabins, and then on the other side there's a hill, and about 20 more cabins, and The Barn, where the family who runs it lives, and The Lodge, where there's a dining room and a couple rooms to rent. (because some of the cabins don't have kitchens, and then you eat at the Lodge).
I'll probably end up reposting that. I really love it there.

And after we get back I'm hoping to volunteer at Bethpage again (but I'll be away for the 4th of July, thank god. Last year my first day was the 4th of July, and it is soooo busy there!! It was wild!) and then I'm hoping to get a job. I'll probaby end up picking up trash at the beach, which is fine with me. It's not an ideal job--I'd like to work in an office, but apparently all the people my age who get office jobs get it through some kind of connection, which I lack. I just don't want to work at a store or anything that requires a lot of human contact and money exchanging hands and dumb people whining to me.

[cloudtrader.livejournal.com]

I don't tell other peoples secrets either, I'm good that way. ^_^

Wow, the first part of your summer sounds very, well, East Coast. Like, dude, people out here on the Left Coast have all sorts of funny stereotypes of what y'all over there do. It's funny. I've heard a lot about how different and how similar people on both coasts are. I mean, we share a culture what with television and everything, but there are SO many miles seperating us. In ancient times, a trek from California to New York would be a major expedition to an exotic and foreign land. Like, are the styles and attitudes different there? I know we probably talk differently, due to regional dialects and accents. Eh, whatever, interesting to think about anyway.

[guingel.livejournal.com]

yeah, it is interesting. I tend to divide the US into the colonies--New England, Middle, Southern, and then a general West. Like, I think of CA on it's own, and then I put NM with Arizona, and all those northwestern states get grouped together, and so do the northen Minnestota/wisconsin type states, and so do all the Indiana/Kansas type states. I think that's how I divide it. NY, NJ, Penn (kinda) and Conn. Mass is kinda on it's own, and then Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine are together. The south is just a big clump, I'm ashamed to say.
(that was rather rambly. . . soz)

I wanna hear some of these stereotypes!! lol.

It's so cool how spread out and diverse we are. One thing I can be proud of ;)

[floria-del-guiz.livejournal.com]

Arck, French. *shudders* Big, evil-sounding, difficult language. Gave it up as soon as I left high school number one! XD

Just out of curiousity, do you get to choose which foreign language you can study in American school? Or do they make you poor people all do French?

[guingel.livejournal.com]

I don't like the way French sounds either. . . ugh. I like things that are a big harsher. rougher. And all the words sound the same!! ahh! It destroys me.

you get to choose between French, Spanish, and Italian. I don't know why French. . . Italian because there's a lot of Italian families, and Spanish because there's so many people who just speak Spanish. Like, soooo many people are taking Spanish--some because they are, and some people it's the language you can use most.

[floria-del-guiz.livejournal.com]

So you're all German-deprived. That's harsh. Especially given German is the major business language in Europe (and will probably replace English as such in about ten years...). And it's such a nice language, too! German poetry is superlative, and sounds like nothing else!

I learned Spanish for a while, and found it to be vaguely like French. Only even less fun. XD Now I can only remember really pointless phrases, when I can at least remember some French...

It's really worth doing German, though. :) Even if the British government do send me semi-regular spam urging me to become a German teacher. Tcha. Yeah, right. I don't even vote</> for their wenching pinko party, like I'm going to become a newbie teacher on £13K a year because they tell me to!

I might consider it if they raised the wage and brought back corporal punishment, though! XD

[guingel.livejournal.com]

lol. I do really want to learn German. Although I'm sure I'd never manage to pronounce things correctly. >.<

They offer this introduction to German class at my school. . . If I have room and if enough people want to take it, hopefully I'll be able to take it next year.

My sister has a real gift for languages, but I'm ok. I want to learn a lot--but I'm too lazy, probably. My mom speaks a wide spattering. some Polish, Russian, and German, and she speaks French fluently. I'd also like to learn some non-European type languages though. . .

I have this nagging fear that I'm going to end up as a teacher of some kind. It haunts me. I don't know. . .

[floria-del-guiz.livejournal.com]

I get worried about that too... Mostly because I have no idea what I want to do when I finish my degree. I have friends who keep insisting I publish my stuff, and they get laughed at. ^_^ Nah, I'm hoping I can get a job swanning around various British embassies in Germany, pretending to do something useful, and getting paid millions of pounds for it. :D

Or, I could always build myself a time machine, and go back to World War II, where I would be invaluable to the SOE, being able to speak both German and Japanese.

Actually, Japanese is a very fun non-European language to learn. :D Especially because it makes you feel you can slap all the little thirteen-year-old FanGirls who inist on using Japlish in their Gundam Wing FanFiction, and shout things; "You fool! Trowa should be using the present progressive form of that verb!" and "That's not how you form a negative "i" adjective!" XD

LoL. I really am a random and nasty person at times...

[guingel.livejournal.com]

oooh, I like your plan.

I like slapping around fangirls too. although I'm just 15. . . but it really really pisses me off.

teaching really runs in my family though. . . my grandpa was a math teacher, my dad's sister is a kindergarten teacher, my mom's brother is a gym teacher (and his wife is a music teacher), my cousin teaches conceptual geometry (although physics and astronomy are his thing. very smart guy), my other aunt (who we don't talk to anymore) moved to Japan and taught english. . . my other cousin works at some school in Japan, although I'm not sure what she does--maybe she's an english teacher too (she's not the daughter of the other aunt though).
Anyway. . . I can feel forces pushing me toward teaching, even though I think I'd be bad at it. Like, I want to be a comic book artist, but what if they're not hiring or I'm not good enough? I'd end up being an art teacher. And now the idea has occured to me that I might be interested in anthropology, but there's so little you can do there except teach (but it'd be as a professor at a college, so that's different, but still. . .)
It's coming for me!!

[floria-del-guiz.livejournal.com]

Heh. My mum's head teacher. Which is one of the things that actively put me off being a teacher! Every Christmas she comes home with badly-written cards and oddly wrapped bottles of bubble bath, and freakish-shaped chocolates... Well, there's that and the fact I really can't stand little children.

In an ideal world, I'd get my books published and live off the royalties for the rest of my life in Munich with a Playstation 2... XD