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It's about that time of year again -- that time when I buy some yarn and knit 1/2 of a scarf for 2 weeks until I get bored with it. I went to Loopy Yarns today after Screenwriting class to get some supplies. The ladies there are, well, loopy.
Downloaded some "Learn German" podcasts as well. They. Are. Bizarre. My first two "lessons" involved simply "listening to the sound of the German language" and "relaxing" to long, drawn-out musical interludes. So far I can say "This is a song by Claus Hoffman." And all the other stuff Americans tend to pick up as they go along.
Tomorrow I meet with someone at Berlitz for a language learning consultation to figure out which German class I would be best suited for. If I pick up on it as fast as I did Spanish, then maybe I'll be able to constantly skip ahead to the next level. (FUN FACT: I skipped a year of Spanish in high school. Just sayin'.)
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I watched "Annie Hall" yesterday for the first time since high school. It's so much funnier when you're not 15 and haven't had any experience with complex relationships yet. I've sort of been on a Woody Allen kick ever since "Vicky Cristina Barcelona".
I'm on break in Film/Video right now. Just got me some filmz from the Flaxman Library: "Breathless", "La Dolce Vita" and "Love and Death". A Woody Allen film and two other films I'm sure have been referenced in a Woody Allen film at one point or another.
I also started following fake Woody Allen on Twitter -- it's in Spanish, so most of the stuff he "twits" about being Jewish seems mildly racist. For instance, there was one where he said (my translation): "I'm glad I was born in Brooklyn instead of Poland, otherwise I would have been made into a lampshade." Yeah.
Everyone in high school wrote "songs". I, certainly, was a "song"writer. However, I seem to be continuing this habit into college, as I've written a Fania-type song in Spanish. It's inspired by my recent fallouts with boys in the past week. (And yes, I've had three kinda traumatic experiences with boys in the past 7 days, maybe even less. My life is sad.)
English translation below
"No Me Quieren"
Me presentó un amigo
A un amigo llamado Guille
Y nos liamos, hablamos tanto
Pero hoy me dijo que no
(No seguiré)
Guille no me quiere
No me quiere, no me quiere
Y Guille no me quiere
Cuando le pido, le caigo triste
Yendo de copas una noche
Conocí el Benjamín
Y nos liamos, hablamos tanto
Hace tres meses que no nos vemos
Benjamín no me quiere
No me quiere, no me quiere
Benjamín no me quiere
Cuando le llamo, él no responde
Una noche de pasiones
Conocí a un ingles
Y nos liamos, hablamos nunca
Pero sigue llamándome
A Tomás no le quiero
No le quiero, no le quiero
Y a Tomás yo no le quiero
Cuando me llama, no quiero hablar
"They Don't Want Me"
My friend introduced me
To his friend Liam
We messed around, we talked a lot
But today he told me no
(I can't go on)
Liam doesn't want me
He doesn't want me, doesn't want me
Oh, Liam doesn't want me
When I ask him, I sound so sad
Drinking one night
I met Ben
We messed around, we talked a lot
I haven't seen him in three months
Ben doesn't want me
He doesn't want me, doesn't want me
Oh, Ben doesn't want me
When I call him, he doesn't respond
One night of passion
I met an Englishman
We messed around, we hardly talked
But he keeps calling me
I don't want Tom
I don't want him, I don't want him
Oh Tom, I don't want him
When he calls me, I don't want to talk
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