Hey dawg

How 'bout I get my socks an shoes on, and we'll jet out of 'ere like a couple a foxes chased by another dawg.

Yeah, I woke up at like, 10:30 this morning, because I got home at 10:30 and then stayed up until a bit past midnight looking for a German name, and as soon as I got up I was like, let's go. Spike looked at me with that one hopeful/not doing anything look in the eyes dogs can get, and went over and laid on the couch. (note, I did not say the word 'walk' to him, I asked if he wanted to get out of here.) When he laid down, I just said nah, and raised my hand (his sign for 'get up'), and he jumped up and I grabbed my socks and shoes, and we were out. 


Pretty awesome too. By the by, yesterday was long, but fantastic. Anyway, Mrs/Miss/don't know H. German teacher lady now teaching meh German, said I should pick a German name for the lessons. Same thing happened in French. What's with the picking of foreign names? Eh, never really used them in French, but whatever. I was all 'kay!' and so I decided to pick one as soon as I got home. Well, I'm kinda a picky person, but I'm also indecisive because more than one thing will appeal to me and so I've been getting second opinions to help with that.

On the walk today, which rah rah, involved jogging and running at points because me and Spike were happy to be out, I had narrowed it down to two names yesterday and still thinking them over. So, I decided to ask random people who just pulled into their driveway and got home, which one sounded better. But just asking what name is prettier can sound weird, and get weird looks of 'what, you having a baby or something?' so I avoided that by asking what sounded like a better name for a dog. Pffff. XD Elda or Winifred.

AND! The husband didn't respond, but the lady was like, oh, are you getting a new dog? and I was like... maybe~ (no). And she was like; 'well, she looks more like an Elda to me'. -was looking at Spike when she said this- So I was like kewl, k thanks, nodded and left.

So I guess I'm picking Elda.

Moral of the story? I talk to strangers. I have a cat on my lap. She is the crazy/nice one.


Name meanings of the two.

Winifred: friend of peace.

Elda: she who battles, comrade in arms, or warrior. It's out of old German and is related to the name Hilda and Hildegard. But guess where it's more common a name? That's right, Italy. This is an Italian name of Germanic origin. It's still used in Germany, just not as frequently as Italy. Haha, fun.

(P.S. K, if the ASVAB was the last test we did, the thing in the carpeted room, I got an 89 on it.)

The longest day of the year

You'd never guess what I'm doing right now. At all. That's right folks, I'm cleaning my room. I'm like, halfway done with it. Which isn't actually that far because it was really bad when I started. Why am I doing this you ask? .... my friend's mom offered to help me clean it. Really, thank you so much for caring enough about me to offer that, but I do have some pride. ... a little bit anyway. Not enough to do much with, but I'm getting there. Taking a blog break. Mmm, I should make coffee. Not now, but in the morning. I'm going to get up at like six to go out and see Rowan, then I'm headed over to K's to get info from Chris on college and possibly get scolded for not having great grades (never happened before, no clue how it's going to go down), and then I am running over to a library to start formal German classes, and after that, I'm going to go over to Wendy's house for dinner. (She's a Brit, not the ginger off of the hamburger place.) So yeah, lot's of stuff going on tomorrow. Hopefully it'll be fun and I won't die.

Oh, and I went to see Rowan today after like a week from being away from sickness and bleh. He totally tried to rear, and by rear, I mean turn and face me, and pick his front feet up in challenge and warning to make the motion of 'I am going to attack you, back off'. This is us trying to walk down to the big round pen to turn him loose and let him run this face off. He's really a nice kid, just has dominance issues and enough energy to fuel a small fighter plane wound up inside him. We did make it down to the pen without either of us being injured, I kept a good hold of him and it involved a lot of dancing around and backing him up and him shoving me and me pushing him back, and he ran like a horse out of one of those stories where they like run for hours and they're fine. He didn't run for hours, but he bolted off and ran a bit, but then came back to me (was on the other side of the fence) and pretty much asked me to move him because he was just going to be bored if I just let him wander around cause he didn't feel like playing. I went in and worked him. At the end we walked around and he led pretty well, still getting him out of the habit of biting (Or trying to, since when he tries it with my mom she just laughs, and then he turns around and goes for me again. >.< I keep trying to tell her not to laugh it off and not to let him nip at her, but it hasn't gotten through yet.). He's bored though. I seriously gotta get my truck cleaned off and put together as soon as I have my permit so I can drive up and see him myself anytime. The most I can get out there now is like, once every three days at the most, and random weekends maybe because of all the schedule stuff. It's lame, and so not good for a two year old. He'll be three in April. If he didn't act so much like I did when I was a kiddo, I'd be totally lost on how to read him, and it'd be dangerous for both of us to be out with him like that. We're going to work through it and we'll be fine.

Tomorrow's going to be a long day, let's make it a good one.

~San

General Winter

He's this crazy scary guy out of Russia who's the personification of Russia's winter season. Winter is seen as both Russia's greatest ally and worst enemy during war. Not so much a love-hate relationship as hate-tolerate.

This dude wasn't even thought of in Russia either. The above picture is from a 1916 French magazine. Yeah, France made up this dude. Now he's been kinda reborn into Hetalia as a meatbag who attacks Russia every year.

Now, you'll never guess who I found on People of Walmart, shopping in Illinois!

Why, none other than fem Canada drinking maple syrup! .... seriously Mattie, in public?

Oh yeah, and I also found General Winter. But he was in Arkansas.

Have a good night folks.

PS, technically, it is winter. Which means that right now, Winter and Ivan are duking it out somewhere. Just saying...

Still sick

But I found some cool stuff.

Like a world map.

Multilanguage Disney songs.

And a quick overview of the Seven Years War, Hetalia style.

I may or may not being in school tomorrow. I am a very very bored brunette right now. -.-

Randomly sick

I went home early during 7th hour today. Had a really bad sinus headache from being around pigeons that turned into had turned into a light cold, then Scotty brought out this nifty little, I wanna say it was either brass or copper, bowl that made a high pitched sound when you ran a wooden um, thingy around it. It's pretty awesome when you don't have a headache, I know I love the sound then because it sounds almost like a bell and I love bells, but today it pretty much finished off the headache and I had to walk out of class.

Called my mom to come bring me some aspirin or something else that would help, but when I went back to class I turned right back around and headed back to the office. The cool little bowl thing was still being used. -.- So I ended up sitting in the infirmary with my friend Emily chilling on the bed, because she was sick too, until my mom came and had to take me home because the headache was doing the whole light and sound sensitive thing and it wasn't going away.

I have a fever right now, and the light from even this computer is hurting my eyes. This is very lame.

Wanna know how I got sick? I was around pigeons yesterday. I'm allergic to pigeons. Hurray.

In other news, my cats have been mad each other today possibly. I never know what's going on with them when I hear about it second hand. It just looks like they're playing. competitively.

Ciao.

The Play

I just had a freakishly scary/possibly cool?/scarrrrry idea for the Diary of Anne Frank play. Okay, what our original idea for drama club was, pretty much all the members wanted to do something cute. Something Disney. Something that does not have any moral background other than the good guy wins and the worst word said might be something like 'fart'. But NO, this woman went ahead, and picked the HOLOCAUST. Well, okay then, here's my idea. If we get more people than just me and K to be the Nazis, we can get the guys to collect the tickets at the door in full uniform, saying papiere. It's papers in German. Helen, that awesome Norwegian lady I know, still knows this word after so long, because she lived in Nazi-occupied Norway. So Miss D, if you want scary stuff, that's gonna be in there somewhere.

Long live the Queen! (Yes, of England, who else has a queen anymore that we say that about?)

Ritual scarring for beauty

It was in the paper today. Mostly one of the 'most warlike' tribes in some valley in Ethiopia. So the first thing out of my jolly ol' mum's mouth was 'aren't they such freaks?' And the first thing out of my mouth was; 'eh, not really.  guys used to do the same thing in old Germany, only mostly they tried to get it on their face. It was like the height of masculinity, so if your guy had one at the time-woof.' I said it like I was all into it too. And she just looked at me funny and couldn't say anything.


Now to see what all the rage is/was about.

 It's kinda cool in it's own way. I'm not one for body art, but yeah, culturally speaking, this is it in some of those tribes.

Now, onto the thing about the facial scarring for 'old Germany' as I called it. I wasn't even talking about Germania, I was talking, like, fifty years ago.

Link for lazy, because I don't want to retype this.

This dude is wearing a Prussian military uniform. I'd believe it if I could, but it doesn't really look like it's been colored(I could be wrong), so I'm gonna say he's probably from some movie. They didn't have colored pictures around Prussia's time.

I remembered this off the top of my head from when I learned it in the 7th grade. Had an awesome history teacher named Mr Mew. He's the one who originally taught me everything about the world wars. AND, he was also German, and taught German for 1 semester. Now he works at some university instead of our punk, nasty smelling middle school. This is why German was the first language I ever started learning outside of English. I know less of it than French because of our school system, but yeah, when I learn German, I'm gonna track this man down and thank him for teaching me way back when, and show him the notebook I took, because I still have that thing. (Took some spectacular notes back then, I really did.)

Anyway, yeah, Mr Mew was also the guy who got to tell a bunch of twelve year old girls about the scarring thing for faces. And that if we were alive back then, we'd have thought it was hot too. (He used different, more gentile words, but yeah.) Know what? Yes, if I lived fifty years ago in Germany, I probably would have found that very very attractive. Haha.

~Ciao XD