HELLO! I have internet back in my house! GLORY!
It's so weird not to talk to family every day.
Just wanted to inform you I made a joke in spanish yesterday and thus feel super cool.
There is this King, Carlos II, and because of incest, he was born deformed and mentally retarded BUT he was the only official male son (the previous king, his father, had a whole bunch of illegitimate children, but of course, the one that really counts ended up 'special') so the Spanish had to have a retarded king for a couple of decades. Then our teacher went on to explain that he was sterile and thus couldnt have children or heirs, and this was a problem.
I said 'no es un problema, es un MILAGRO!'
which translates into, ITS NOT A PROBLEM ITS A MIRACLE.
The teacher laughed at me, told me that was very true, and continued on.
I MADE A JOKE! IT MADE SENSE! EVERYONE UNDERSTOOD!
do you know how rare it is that I can make an actual joke in spanish, even if its only a one liner? I MISS BEING FUNNY. Now all I can do is bop around with expressions on my face and try to do charades to explain what I'm doing.
Stephanie says I dance while I talk and think that my hand gestures help my spanish. We have combined the words DANCE and TALK and I now have my own actions -- I DALK.
lovely.
Maybe I'm a little like Carlos II. Let's hope not.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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