26 January 2010

same ol' same ol'

morning: second umbrella defeated by [literal] gale force winds in yet another brutally infamous manhattan rainstorm.

noon: successfully completed my first ever briefing note with talking points for secretary-general ban ki moon.

afternoon: triumphantly bought my one-way ticket to berlin! arriving 9:15am on april 1st, 2010. huzzah!

end-of-day-commute: had my daily reminder that "the Lord, He's blessing me... right now" by the very same homeless man who performs this very same little ditty of his own writing on the shuttle from grand central station to times square from the hours of 5-7, every weekday, for the last year (at least).

later on the end-of-day-commute, this time the 3 train: overjoyed to revel in the final, 800-page-awaited union of ladislaw and dorothea.

evening: reminded to be "kind and compassionate to yourself" by breathy, pseudo-enlightened yoga instructor. still. a nice thought to remember, no?

later evening: totally laughing at myself as i try to pronounce, "ich akzeptiere, du akzeptierst, er akzeptiert, wir akzeptieren, ihr akzeptiert, Sie/sie akzeptieren." fyi i pronounce german like an american who has spoken french for the last 5 years as her "second language." in other words, i'm utterly awful! hahahaha at least now i know how to say "ich trinke kein Bier" :)

soon-to-be: will sleep soundly and peacefully after conquering another new york monday. again, huzzah!

5 comments:

butchie said...

yay, Middlemarch!

Melinda said...

I like that picture :)

Leslie said...

whoa, that german looks hard. did you see the article in byu magazine this month about germans during WWII? good stuff.

jendar said...

i love that you use the word "Huzzah" so much. i don't think I know anyone else who uses it. i hope you can use it when speaking German as well.

Brittmae said...

I like all of your NY triumphs...my own yesterday involved doing some weights at the gym and organizing my iTunes (oh...the joy I get out of organizing something I can control..unlike my bedroom and the heaping clothes that seem to litter it no matter how often I roll my eyes at my...roommate)

And I don't know any of that German. Seriously, I think it might involve sausage...