| (ES) Un cuento de mi trabajo- |
[Feb. 19th, 2007|10:32 pm] |
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Ya saben Uds. que hay muchos mexicanos en mi trabajo. Me molestan mucho, a muchas veces.
Ay, ay ay... Esta noche, uno de ellos descubrió que hablo (un poquito de) español.
Él se llama Ricardo, y cocina en CiCi's. Es perezosísimo, y siempre quiere que yo haga su trabajo. Hoy, un cliente querría una pizza especial. Le dije a Ricardo, y dijo él, "No!"
"Come on!" dije yo.
"No! Why?"
"Because they want it."
"Who?"
"Just make the pizza!"
"No!"
"Yes! ...¡Sí!"
"Sí, what?"
"¡Sí, hazlo!" grité, "¡Ahora!"
"¡Ah!" Ricardo se calló con sorpresa. Un momentito después, "¡Ahora! ¡Ajajaja, Joy!"
Por eso, después ocurrió una otra conversación.
Ya eran después de las 8, y a las 8 yo iba a irme a casa. Pero había mucha gente esta noche, y todavía no podía irme de CiCi's. Yo cortaba las pizzas y Ricardo cocinaba.
"You make pizzas," Ricardo me mandó.
"I don't know how," contesté.
"¡Sí! Tú puedes hacerlo!" Ricardo es muy, muy perezoso y siempre quiere que yo le barre el piso, le traiga cosas, y le haga mucho más por él. Siempre no lo quiero hacer, y le digo así.
"I don't know how to make pizzas!"
"Ah, camman Joy! Come on!"
"What? No sé hacer pizzas."
"Eres americana. Sí sabes hacerlo."
¿¿¿He??? No lo entiendo... ¿Que yo sepa hacer pizzas, porque soy americana? ¿Sepan todos americanos hacer pizzas?
Estaba confundida. Todavía no entiendo. Rircardo es muy extraño, y también los otros mexicanos.
¿Entienden Uds.? |
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[Dec. 16th, 2006|11:15 pm] |
Saturday, 11:13 PM.
I'm up in my room, reading. It's dark and quiet and I'm reading about theories on a Proto-World language, or something (it's not important).
Outside my window, I hear... bagpipes.
I...am...confused. |
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| Faluslogio estas antikva scienco... |
[Sep. 26th, 2006|01:26 am] |
| [ | Voices |
| | The Decemberists - Yankee Bayonet (I Will Be Home Then) | ] |
The Icelandic Phallological Museum has its website translated into Esperanto. Click on the (backwards) green flag.
I stayed after for Sign Language Club today at school. Hee. The interpreter at our school who runs it knows my teacher at UC. =D And I now have borrowed another, more extensive ASL textbook. Yipee.
Aaaand I think I was going to write more here earlier today but it completely slipped my mind. Kbye.
~Joy |
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| taH pagh taHbe'... |
[Sep. 22nd, 2006|09:44 pm] |
A documentary on the tlhIngan Hol, Klingon language. Apparently there's also a documentary on Mike the Headless Chicken. Was that thing ever actually refuted or confirmed?
Work sucked today. Hopefully things will be quieter tomorrow. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2006|10:03 pm] |
Joy says:
rawrwrwwrwrwrwrararararwrwar
Joy says:
how the fuck can I operate a car at eight fifteen in the morning?
Gustavo says:
USE THE PENIS
Joy says:
...
Joy says:
...
Joy says:
...what?
Gustavo says:
what? |
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| 60% of you will probably not get this |
[Aug. 16th, 2006|05:55 pm] |
Idea: cherry tomatoes on White Castle burgers.
HAHAHAH, IT'S SO PERFECT! |
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| I have no idea |
[Aug. 9th, 2006|10:01 pm] |
Joy says:
I seriously suck at drawing wangs
Gustavo says:
I don't think it's a trait most people want
Gustavo says:
hehe on Next the three factoids
Gustavo says:
*Joy can draw wangs superbly!
Gustavo says:
*Joy dressed up as Batgirl once!
Gustavo says:
*Joy says 'large toes' are a big no no |
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[Jul. 29th, 2006|10:18 pm] |
| [ | Spirits |
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| [ | Voices |
| | Billy Boyd - Hit Me Baby One More Time (????!) | ] |
...What is Billy Boyd doing on my playlist?
Lupess, I blame you for this. ahahah... |
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| jigga what? |
[Jul. 28th, 2006|05:13 pm] |
[Joyuna] What are you doing all over Europe, Mattie?
[Matt] Cursing cruel fate.
[Joyuna] ...
[Joyuna] Just let ya know I am unspeakably jealous of you
[Matt] Why? You want to be with your parents for two weeks with nobody to talk to and no way to escape them?
[Joyuna] I want to be in England, dammit!
[Matt] I want to be home, damnit!
[Virgie] Yeah me too
[Joyuna] Let's switch
[Virgie] England I mean
[Matt] No, you live in Montana or something.
[Matt] I was in France up until two days ago.
[Joyuna] ...me? I live in Ohio
[Matt] Same thing, Joy.
[Joyuna] ...k |
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[Jun. 30th, 2006|12:32 am] |
| [ | Voices |
| | They Might Be Giants - Fibber Island | ] |
All right, I'm coming to accept this.
The most delicious part of this all: Both of them lied about getting laid on Thanksgiving. Both of them turned out to be virgins (although this one is only 13).
Hahahah. |
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| Who on earth can I trust? |
[Jun. 29th, 2006|11:36 pm] |
| [ | Spirits |
| |  aggravated | ] |
| [ | Voices |
| | Wall of Voodoo - Mexican Radio | ] |
Man, what the fuck.
I thought I was good at this. I thought I could get to know a person, on the internet, and be able to tell if they were a creep or if something was wrong about them.
For the second time, on Superdickery, a guy has come out saying he's not who we thought he was. The first time was weird, but in a sort of cool way, y'know? Wow. The guy's not a teacher, he's just a kid. Wow. Good job man.
The second time. God DAMN. Why couldn't I see this coming? Why couldn't I tell that something was amiss? How many other people like this are there?
I'm angry at him, I'm angry at myself, I'm angry at my parents for thinking they know better than me because for once they probably do. Wounded pride.
I'm most angry of all that I'm telling YOU. YOU, GUYS ON THE INTERNET! Hey guess what, it's possible I don't know anything about you really. I've always told myself, "Hey, I'm honest, I know these people, and this is the kind of stuff that's too long-term and in-depth to fake."
But I knew Matt for 9 months at the time of his announcement, and I've known this guy for over a year.
He had pictures, he had recordings of his voice. How can you really prove identity?
Rest assured, this doesn't have anything to do with Lewis.
But damn. What is so difficult with being yourself? |
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[May. 7th, 2006|10:05 pm] |
HAHAHA Fayetje look!
I think I might have found this before but it bears re-posting.
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[Apr. 14th, 2006|01:00 pm] |
This is amazing and hilarious.
By the way, I had my first ever Cadbury Cream Egg the other day. It wasn't quite the be-all end-all that so many say it is, but it was good. I tried the regular and the caramel, and I liked the caramel better.
I don't know why you should care.
Here's a wonderful anecdote.
During my visit, another Acorn participant, Tim, blew into the room like a surprise guest on The Tonight Show. He was in a hurry to leave again, but asked me my birthday—July 15, 1970.
"Born on a Wednesday, eh?" he responded nonchalantly—and correctly.
"How did you do that?" I asked.
"I did it well," he replied.
"But how?" I asked.
"Very well," he replied, with obvious pleasure. Then he was out the door and gone.
http://www.discover.com/issues/feb-02/features/featsavant/
Spring break has been ... lazy. Probably too lazy.
~Joy |
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| I saw V for Vendetta again tonight. |
[Apr. 1st, 2006|11:58 pm] |
A movie which provokes thought is a dangerous thing.
While I may be seeing it with friends, in a movie theatre I am alone. Silent and alone in a large dark room with only my thoughts.
Needless to say, V is a thought-provoking film. Not only for its detailed story, unsubtle politics, ethical questions and all that, but also for personal reasons of my own. Over time things get associated with one another for unclear reasons.
So I spent a lot of time tonight thinking. Of persons present, persons absent, persons I've never met. Feeling very strange. Not "emo" per se but certainly emotional.
Feeling my head swoon. My stomach do somersaults. My muscles weak. Feeling uneasy and unable to talk. Thinking hard and watching the film and everything seems hyper-real. My vision is sharper and my pulse is racing. It's not entirely unpleasant.
Being in a particularly hormonal phase right now, added to emotional factors that only I know about or notice, added to the residual awkwardness and pressure of a social situation (I'm still not entirely used to it) leaves me so completely drained.
As I was leaving the theatre tonight I was ready to pass out. It all sort of felt like an overload. |
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[Mar. 20th, 2006|02:59 pm] |
| [ | Spirits |
| |  pleased | ] |
| [ | Voices |
| | We Are Scientists - Selective Memory | ] |
So I just get home from school, have my foot in the door, and feel a vibration in my pocket (get your mind out of the gutter, you).
Jule's on the phone to tell me Threadless is having a $10 sale.
Man I love that guy. |
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[Feb. 26th, 2006|11:15 pm] |
wtf@The Internet
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[Feb. 24th, 2006|05:55 pm] |
So I'm going with Doug to see Ferris Bueller in Germann tonight.
Ich spreche kein deutsch, lolz. |
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| No hay más que hoy |
[Feb. 15th, 2006|03:57 pm] |
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1428154079191069188&q=RENT
Faaaantastic. ¿¡COMO PAGAREMOS ALQUILER?!
It's only fantastic in that it's sorta terrible. And en español.
Spanish gurus, os pregunto - one of the songs, "Today 4 U", is translated as "Hoy por ti". Now obviously I'm still a bit foggy on the whole por/para thing, but in what contexts can this make sense? Say, to perform for someone, would that be por?
...mmk, El Tango Maureen is the funniest thing ever.
"A todo lugar que te puedes largar al dejar Nueva York será... Disneyworld."
Brilliant. In the English, it's "...a pleasure cruise." |
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| Dystopia + Squirrels + More detail in my mind than actually in the story |
[Jan. 17th, 2006|06:40 am] |
I wrotes a story. Read it + tell me what you think, because I haven't actually given it a full readthrough since typing it so it's probably kinda bad.
( It has squirrels in it ) |
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giggly