One of the best (or worst, maybe, after watching the video) things about learning a foreign language is the wonderful world of popular music that it opens up.
No lie, I love this song. I first heard -- or I guess saw -- it on a TV in a club in London. The sound was turned off, so all I found out at the end was the band name and song title. The la-la-la-la-eh-oh's are my favourite!
If I were a scene girl circa 2005, Dari would so be my favourite band. As I am, I like them anyway. Dammit, iTunes, let me buy music with Euro!
ETA: Here's another one, because it's my blog and I do what I want.
It's the last two weeks of school FOREVER and I feel like crap. I've been sick all weekend and it's going to be nothing but work work work until the end of the month.
I haven't been in much of a bloggy mood, but I've been all over my Tumblr, which, of course, you all are welcome to peruse.
Need some serious downtime. Ciao for now, intertubes.
So, remember when I said I had a super crafty plan to go back to London for a while?
The study centre associated with my school hires graduated students into RA-type positions to live with the students, help them out, work in the program office, and organise travel. I sent in my application last month. And whaddya know, they decided I was awesome enough to have a phone interview!
So the interview was this past Thursday. I was all awake and ready and excited for it and everything, and I thought I did a good job and was nice and friendly to the three ladies running the program over there. They said that 7 interviewees were up for 5 positions, and that I'd hear something early next week!
Which turned out to be this morning, when I got an email that basically said "thanks, you're really great... but you're just not good enough, sorry".
I am not a poem. I am not a flower. I am a girl. I have a blog, and several sets of long, pointed wooden needles. I can use them both at the same time, but I can't guarantee the results.
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