Waiting is a Bitch

My new digital camera is waiting for me in Vilnius...I'll see it in one week, if I don't kill myself waiting for it! :o

Just kidding, people don't really kill themselves.

Fat Tuesday

Students came to sing and demand pittance from me on this, the day of Fat Tuesday. So I locked my trasnparent glass door and went under my desk with my lap top. After three minutes of "We can see you Mr. Vebra!" "Come out come out wherever you are!" "We know you're in there!" I couldn't stop laughing anyway, so I came out and had a goofy conversation through the door, then agreed to open the door, and agreed to come to the burning of the winter bitch today at 11:40. Pittance if usually candy or change or something. I gave them all I had, a half eaten cup cake :p

The Price You Pay for Humility

There's sort of a running joke in my master's classes that I have a usually different, often humorously so, perspective on things, and it's not hard to get me to do something to make that known. At the begining of my exam on Saturday our professor goes "I don't know why you're all so nervous, it's just an exam, you all look you're going to defend your disertations! Well, all of you except for Aras..."

Worrying doesn't help once there's no more preperation to be prepped, from my perspective.

After she corrected them we're all sitting there with our grade books, where she'll have to write in our grade and sign it. After much praise, she said, "you've done so well, I could let you write your grades in yourself!" So I lifted my pen up to write in my 10, and she grabs my arm, "NO, not really!" And everybody laughed at my goofiness.

Then she gets an idea, "don't you think it'd be interesting and fun to write your own grades and see how accurately you manage to evaluate yourselves?" Everybody except for me shouted "NO! We don't want to at all!" While I sat there all casual and smug. I'd noticed her handle my term paper with marked respect, and the exam wasn't that hard. So she goes, "Well, I know at least Aras won't mid participating, will you?" And she sign my grade book with the spot for the grad left blank, and turns the back around to me. I promtly and without hesitation write myself in a 10, and she says, "Exactly what I would have written."

Then she does the same thing for the next girl, but my fellow student is too humble to participate in the experiment. So, game over, now it's time for everyone to go up, one by one, to get the low down on your paper, your exam, and what that makes your final grade. She went first...

She only got a 9!!! She had the chance to give herself a 10, and she was too humble to take it.

Family Reunion

Yo my family's been like disunited or whatever for almost two months, I been livin' without my brethren, as the fella says. Or does he?

So this weekend Lokys and Liepa came for a vist to Klaipeda. We made zuppa tuscana and I got wastefaced, I don't know why, but I was shitcaked. I had an argument with Lokys and my special lady, defending myself for not finishing my beer, claiming that I shouldn't have to finish my beer because the size it comes in is arbitrary, who the fuck's to say that exactly .5 liters is the best serving size, huh?!

Also we played buck eurchre, Liepa won, I was like 20 in the hole.

In the morning we ate cottage cheese and jam, and Lokys and I played Backgammon, which is a perfectly cromulent game, I don't know why it's so unpopular. I feel like nobody's ever even heard of it, or if someone has he'll just be like "yeah that's that really old fashioned game that like knights and shit used to play or something?" I won, and Lokys owes me fifty cents.

Then we walked around Klaipeda, including Port Hard to Resist, the Kalnapilis boat (in which my special baby made a great ruckas, and kept shoving napkins in my mouth) for a beer, a fat tuesday parade, Hitler Square, and the sculpture park, and this photo gallery that Liepa wanted to see.

Then we went to BIG to buy food, and we spent an amazing 90 for food, only 15 of which was booze, including nothing exotic, just for dinner and breakfast. We had to split dinner into two seperate dinners, one at 8 and one at 11:30, cause it was so much food. Dinner I was pepperoni pizza with a double layer of wall to wall pepperoni, and sauted mushrooms, and seasoned mozzarela, and normal mozarella. Dinner B was barbeque chicken feta bacon pizza with smoked cheese and mozerella and sauteed onions. In between dinners, which were the height of gluttony, we saw a Jim Carrey movie, which was totally funny. We had to get up early for me to go to work, so we hit the hay at 12:30ish.

A Totally Fun Weekend!

When the cat's away...

...the mouse doesn't play, cause he's got to study tonight. The administration's gone for the day, so it's party time, but yours truly is hard at work, well, at least not doing anything that would impair tonight's studying, because i have to...um...study tonight? am i blathering?

Conviviality

Apparently, I'm more interested in my special lady than I ever have been in anybody else in my whole life, because this didn't just happen once, but, according to her, I start talking to her every night at 4 a.m. I just can't help myself, I find her that fascinating that I can't wait for day break to start conversing.

Run Fatty, Run!

Today as I walked to work I was captivated by a fat girl running. It was really funny, and I stopped dead in my tracks to watch her. She ran past me and was headed towards a cross walk, to get to the bus station. A bus had just pulled in; she was trying to make it. She got into the crosswalk, but then waited for oncoming traffic to go by even though she has the right of way, irregardless of how fat she is. "Oh no," I yelled, "you'll never make it now!" Sure enough, as she finally, frantically jiggled across the street, the bus pulled away...

yo decisions are hard

help me decide! i gotta decide this week already, so hurry up!

Sony

Kodak I

Kodak II

Babies babies in your hair, babies babies everywhere

Besides 1/3 of my students being pregnant, I noticed a similar trend through out klaipeda last year, women either getting pregnant, being pregnant, or giving birth (women were pooping out babies on the friggin sidewalk for christsake!). So last year was pregnant year in Klaipeda, and this year is baby year. They're everywhere! You can hardly go to the bathroom without tripping over a baby. And if you do manage to get there without tripping over one, be careful: there might be one hiding in the toilet.

statcounter is interesting

somebody in atlanta, georgia sure know's what she's looking for! she found this blog by googling my name in quotation marks.

American...Stallion?

Here's a conversation I had with the two receptionists last night:

One receptionist to the other: Aras is going away again this week.
Me: No I'm not, I'll be here.
Receptionist: I thought you said you'd only be able to get that key back to me on Monday (I accidentally left before the weekend with a room key in my pocket)
Me: yeah, um...that's cause I, uh, left it at somebody's place...
Both receptionists: [doubled over cackling]
The other receptionist: Do you even remember the lucky young Lithaunia girl's name?!
Me: yes, I do seem to recall it!

I live in a rather male chauvinist society, which is lucky sometimes, but very unlucky other times. My most in-my-face experience with this was one time when I dated something of a colleague, and everybody started treating me like a glorious don juan and her like the town slut.

The longest conversation I ever had

I just talked to Peanut, friend for 15 years, in the best friend group for 10 years, for 27 minutes. We hadn't spoken for a year and a half, and emails have been sporadic. It was very fun to hear he's doing super well, and to hear a bit about others...."Some things never change," we decided. Others... "Wow."

It's funny because I just had a conversation about real men and phone calls with my special lady, in which I quoted this phone call:

[Phone ringing]
Quagmire: Hello?
Peter Griffin: Hey, Quagmire.
Quagmire: Hey, Peter. What's up?
Peter Griffin: Not much.
Quagmire: Well, what do you want?
Peter Griffin: Nothin'. I'm just calling to talk.
Peter Griffin: What you thinking about?
Quagmire: What do you mean? You called me!
Peter Griffin: I just wanted to say hi.
Peter Griffin: So, what are you...
[click]

My claim was that real men don't call anybody just to talk. Even when a man calls his lover it's actually to make sure she's safe, I claimed, whether he know's it or not.

Can I still be correct despite my subsequent conversation with Peanut? I called him via Skypeout, so it's really practically more like an audio instant message, and only cost me 49 euro cents, right? Right?! Come on!

What the hell are these mittens doing here?

So I shows up to Chili Kaimas just now, to try to give my boys stateside a call from Skypeout at two friggin pennis a minute. I meant "pennies" obviously, you pervert. So anyways, I shows up and and sits down nexta this outlet so I can plug in my laptop into the outlet, and the waitress is like "Maybe you've already chosen something," and I'm like "Um no, I haven't even opened the menu yet," I didn't even have my coat off for crying out loud. Because I'm all beered out after drinking beer with my special lady all weekend (four days), I decided that rather than
Kalnapilis I ordered a pitcher of Švyturio Baltijos, a dark beer. And then I'm like "Damn Gina! It's fuckin hot in this piece, why don't I take off my goddam coat!" And then I look down and see stuck to the velcro next to the zipper two tiny mittens, like the size of my palm. WTF? Ah, of course. At the bustation while my special lady was in the shitter I noticed that my special baby was missing her mittens, and I looked around the ground where I was sitting with her bouncing on me knee, but to no avail. I asked, "Where's you mitten Sweetheart?" She totally ignored me. "Did Mama take them or did you lose them already?" She replied, "Gapla ga ra ra ra: AH...AH!" and waved frantically.

Oh God, I'm drunk?

I haven't gotten drunk for like three weeks, the first time I ever really drank with my special lady. She had a "I'm never drinking again morning," and I because of studying for master's I haven't been out besides with her since. But today, by which I mean oh baby today, I had some drinks with colleagues in honor of a long weekend coming up. And because of this abstaintion I mentioned, as well as my New Year’s Resolution, I guess I've lost my tolerance, so I've got an hour left of being drunk at work. Ha ha :D

And then I get to go meet my special lasy, I mean lady, but maybe I'll start calling her my special lassy, and I sure hope she doesn't find out I'm drunk, which she obviously will in point five seconds:D

Svogūnas

Either I'm just in a fantastic mood because starting in just 6 hours I'm spending four days with my special lady, or this is one of the funniest onion articles ever! Either way, I took it to lunch and could hardly eat I was laughing so much, and I already gave it to my best student to read too.

Suvyenouirs?

Those trinkets of remembrance of a time and/or place, usually?

Words of Condom

A student said to me, "I'm not irresponsible, I'm just an optomist."

I said to a colleague, "Hey I thought we were concerned with quality here, not quantity, right? Well, the quality of my work is extraordinary, so who cares if the quantity is zero?"

Valentines Day Lesson

Apparently, women like surprises. I learned this today. Today my special lady received, at school, in the middle of teaching class, a big bouquette of flowers for Valentines day. They were from me, delivered by the local florist. I hope they were good because there's only one local florist in the megalopolis where she lives. I had to order them by phone so I couldn't even see what I was ordering, but either way it's the thought that counts, right? Anyway, when she got them she called me, which is the first time she's ever called me, and which is pretty amazing, since she's an strict smser, even when it's mortally urgent...now it was to tell me she's never gotten such a surprise in her life...I wonder what kind of flowers they were; all the florist and I really decided on (she didn't even have the flowers yet or know what kind she would have because it was a week ago) was "lots of red."

New Year’s Resolutions, mondo retardo

Dear God, will You ever forgive a poor idiot’s stupidity? How could I ever, ever be such a dolt? I will never be such a fool again; not by doctor’s orders or anybody else’s will I ever forswear beer again.

Christ, the fuck was I thinking? Christ! For New Year’s, I decided I would not drink beer till it was hot. I thought, it’s fucking freezing anyway, why the fuck do I come in from the freezing cold and order a tall frosty one at the bar? Yeah, I guess that was sort of logical, for about five minutes till I warm up…

(also my tremendous obesity played a part in my decision, i'm up to 12,000kg)

BIG has this great aspect: the first thing to be thrown in your face upon your entering is the booze section. That’s the last place I bought booze in Klaipėda, so I was reminded of this…it was in November! I haven’t bought booze in Klaipėda for three months!

Three things colluded to this: 1, I bought some booze in Austria; 2, my diplomat friend Mortimer keeps me stocked via duty free from time to time, in exchange for the two dollar bills my grampa sends me; 3, the New Year’s Resolution; 4 my master’s studies take a lot of time; 5 even after 8 months of Cedric being gone I still haven’t found a replacement for him, that is, a reason to drink for no reason.

(I shall here note that I bent the term “hot” to include being with one super fine hottie special lady, so I have actually bought beer a few times, but only to bring to her place or at a bar with her, never to bring home)

Anyway, having realized I hadn’t spent a cent on booze in three months except for special occasions or dates, I marched right to the beer aisle and picked me up some Kalnapilis Export. Oh man, I’m so glad I did that. It totally was the way to go. If anyone is ever considering quitting beer or giving up beer or cutting down on beer or abstaining from beer, let me explain something to you: shut the fuck up and have a beer, and buy me one too while you're at it.

p.s. there’s gonna be another p.s. after this, so just hold your horses. first of all, it’s hard enough to explain to people why the hell i’m in lithuania without giving up beer. that was my number two reason for christssake. getting by with the truth, a feeling of heritage, is just too bothersome except for really formal circles.

p.p.s. in class friday my students asked me my favorite beer, and i told them kalnapilis export, which is too bad though because nowadays it only comes in plastic bottles, and they burst out laughing and batman shouted “you drink beer from plastic bottles?!?!” i guess it’s like not classy for a professor or something?

Jackpot!

Last night I went to BIG (a mall with a super market, like most malls in LT) to get some pepperoni. I needed other things too, which I could get closer to home, but pepperoni I’ve only been able to find at BIG’s Iki (in Klaipėda; Vilnius used to have it around, but no more). They had it! I’d only gotten it once there, so I was afraid I might have gone there for naught. Oh boy did they have it, it isn’t even called “pipirinė dešra” anymore, now they actually call it pepperoni, “Solomono Pepperoni,” and it’s spelled right and everything! Oh boy! I took two immediately! I couldn’t imagine what to make with it, it’s been so long, I walked around the store for like an hour before I realized if I didn’t leave in five minutes I would kill myself. I would have liked to make a wrap but Klaipėda don’t got no wraps yet, so I made a tuna pepperoni salad sub. I was gonna use half a baguette, but then, at the last second (I had the bread on the cutting board and my knife poised), I said “fuck it!” and used the whole thing, minus the stale ends which I retained for soup. And I finally got foil last week too (they sell it in 10 meter rolls; why can’t I get like 600 yards at a time like in the states? Come on!), so I was able to wrap up the sub and put the whole thing in the oven…oh my God I’m still shuddering about how amazing it was!

Afterwards I had this phone conversation with my special lady:

SL: How are you?
I: I’m so unbelievably good!
SL: Why, what happened?
I: I found pepperoni!!!
SL: What’s that?
I: It’s this really amazing sausage that I really like.
SL: Somehow I’m not surprised…

Me? I'm scruffy.

I've become unkempt. When my hair is short and my face is shaven I don't have to do anything after I get out of the shower besides drying off an dressing. However, I got my last haircut in November, or possibly even October, if I'm not mistaken, and since my special lady is not in Klaipeda, I don't shave no more either. It keeps me warmer and I don't got dick to impress.

But I still don't do anything with my hair or grotesque beard, which has been getting in my coworkers food and one cute coworker I came up behind thought I was a bear and freaked out so bad she fainted and she would have collapsed but I grabbed her really quick but in my haste I accidentally grabbed her tits and tore off her shirt and bra and now I got a law suit on my hands. Anyway, when my special lady comes for a weekend visit I shave, but that still leaves me with the bedraggled hair. That means most Wednesdays, when the beard starts growing back past the point of two-day-laziness my colleagues say, ką, vėl barzdą išaugini, and I say, whatever, and shrug. And they say I'm apšiaušęs, and then I say uh huh, whatever. But I have to get a hair cut now, cause now my special lady dropped a hint or two about me getting a hair cut. I don't remember her exact words, it was really subtle, something like "greičiau Tu varyk į tą prikeiktą kirpyklą, durniau Tu, apvėlęs kaip šlapia šluota, tuoj aš Tave nulupsiu su spygliuotu botagu!"

So, I'm thinking, I could get a haircut, or, I could start doing my hair like Al Swerengen, including the beard, why not? What do you think? I'm not sure how to do it, it looks like he uses vegetable oil. And I'm not sure my hair is curly enough, do I have to get it permed? How about a little advice here, huh guys? Please? Give give give, that's all I ever do on this blog.

Half weekend

Oh, we got half weekends in Lithuania, you better believe it. Yes, we're just that retarded. That's exactly how retarded we are. If you wedged a rock through the part of my brain responsible for making rational decisions, and left it there with a battery inside that made it give the other parts of my brains occasional shocks to make them not work properly either , and a doctor tested me to find out how retarded I was, not knowing about my opinions or the procedure with the rock, this woud be his diagnosis: "this patient is half-weekend retarded."

When a holiday falls on Tuesday or a Thursday, the day between it and the weekend is usually made to be a holiday also. That is great, right, four day weekend? Yeah, great except for two things:

1. You gotta make up for the lost day of work on the preceeding Saturday.
2. The changes have to be signed in by the President of Lithuania (this is how it was explained to me, I'm sure the process was greatly exagerated to place blame somewhere I can't reach) and he doesn't get to that generally until a few days before hand, meaning I only have a few days to incorporate a working-Saturday into my schedule.

Here's why that's wicked stupid, besides the last minute aspect which is obviously unacceptable. I have two Fridays in a row. I specifically create my class schedule in a way that puts the most time between classes, so students have something to do between them. When they got one evening to read something, be it grammar or literature, they don't have time, and if they do have enough time to read, they don't have enough time to prepare homework, nor even to formulate ratiocinative questions. So on Friday II all you can do, really, is show them The Big Lebowski and hope they get at least 1/4 of the jokes.

The other reason why it's not just silly or stupid but actually retarded in the clinical sense, as in "only a mentally retarded person would want this" is that, why don't we just take Friday off instead of Thursday, and leave the fucking preceeding weekend alone? If this custom of working on a Saturday to get a long weekend later is good and right, why don't we do that every week, and then every fifth week we can all have a week long vacation? Because nobody wants that, and nobody would force that upon everybody, except for somebody who is clinically retarded, in the clinical sense, when all most people want is two days off a week (that's why the current non-holiday week system is set up that way, duh).

Saturday felt normal, cause I was in work mode, but then Sunday felt like Saturday, and right now I feel like I ought not be at work. Well, at least I'm making up for it by spending half my day bitching, right? :D

The most important question ever asked by man on this planet or any other

Does anybody know how to make Teta Lijolė's pancakes? The ones she used to wrap around varškę, which is usually the role of blyneliai, but hers were too thick and crunchy to call blyneliai. I need to make them this weekend or I'm gonna die, so if you got the recipe, hook me pronto!

Physiological liquid

Sontact solution, that is to say, Contact solution, is very expensive in Lithuania, the cheapest I can find is 114 lits/liter ($154/gallon). However, my mother once told me she was able to find reasonably priced contact solution by visiting every pharmacy in Kaunas. I thought I better try it myself in Klaipeda, because walking around is better than working. This little hole in the wall place I went to, when I asked them for contact solution, they offered me "physiological liquid." I was like, "this is for contact lense storage?" "Sure." "It probably doesn't clean them though, right?" "No, but people keep their lenses in it." The price was less than one tenth of contact solution. "Well," I told her, "I've gotta give this a try!"

So anybody that wants me to see her again ever better hurry up and send me some photos, cause tonight my lenses go in the shit, tomorrow they go back on my eyeballs, and God only knows what will happen!

biggest tele2 sąskaita ever

so my cell phone bill for january is 81 lits. they've generally been 40-60. why the jump? partly because of master's classes, which take some organizsation via the phone to get straight what when and where. however, the biggest jump is a 44.8% increase in sms, up to 391. This is intersting. It's due to about ten days of romancing my special lady at the end of January. Is this increase arithmatic or geometric? If it's arithmatic I can look forward to about 670 sms this month. If it's geometric, 822. If it's exponential, God help me...

Volume II of the Cottage Cheese Kick

So just for a little background, I bought some food for breakfast at my special lady's place Sunday, including cottage cheese, which I hadn't had in probably like a year. Maybe more. It's kind of expensive, actually, 2.29 per serving. Unless I'm eating five servings at a time...

Anyway, I fell in love with it instantly, and then, when I mixed in my special lady's home made strawberry preserves, I thought I would die from ecstacy! Possibly, I did, and after you die you just keep living the same life, like in that movie, I See Dead People, except that nobody is ignoring me (no more than usual, anyway).

Also when I told my students about this, and explained what a "kick" is, one girl was like, "why do you care so much about food?!" besides being an avid food eater, i'm always overly dramatic with my students about everything, because otherwise they fall asleep.

So I have indeed taken up my own suggestion of skipping a hot breakfast in favor of cottage cheese. Luckily, my special lady gave me the preserves, since she doesn't eat them herself (she's crazy, they're like jarred orgasms!). Delicious as my breakfast was, it's only 10:30 and I'm already wondering what's for lunch (which is especially pathetic, because I know what's for lunch: shit.). Either that's because I ran out of apples for breakfast in bed so I just drank all my juice (boy did that make a mess; drinking juice in bed is not as easy to do while you're sleeping as eating an apple), or my stomach has some adjusting to do.

Does this fall under Murphy's Law?

After a week of phone torture, I found my guarantee. Two nights ago I was ridiculously stupid enough to think "eh, I'll find it in the morning." BZZZZZZZZZZ!!! But last night I found it!
Today after work I was planning to take it to be fixed...but now the fucking thing works like a charm! No problem all day long! For a week it didn't work longer than fifteen minutes, including having to call a rather upper level person 11 times for a 20 minute conversation, and now that I'm able to get it fixed--poof! Problem gone! WTF I says!

the tip of my nose

jesus christ, the tip of my nose is so ichy, i been scratching it hard for like 20 minutes and it still itches, what the hell???

The most boringest post ever, I strongly advise you not to read it!

This morning I started breakfast in bed, to which I've grown accustomed: an apple between snooze alarms. What, you don't eat in your sleep? It's totally the efficient way to be.

Then I had this big dilemmal. I only wake up at 7, and for the last week and a half I have to be at the post office every morning at 8ish every morning to send snail mail to somebody special (not Grampa, his letters are monthly, not daily). This means I have to skip something to not be late for life--either shower or breakfast, actually both. I always skip the shower now, since the only person I need to smell good for is in Vilnius.

I go to the kitchen and eat cottage cheese mixed with black current jelly (I'm on a very serious cottage cheese kick). I'm debating making hot sandwiches, which has become my staple breakfast. Man, they're so good, holy shit! But I don't need to be late for work, especially since I may or may not ahave class beginning at 8:30, I can't remember (it turned out that I did). While I ate the cottage cheese I changed my mind like ten times, going over plans including eating the sandwiches on the bus or at work (which I've done before) to save time. In the end I decided "Fuck it, I'm not even hungry."

Now...here's another boring idea...if I got used to this...an apple and cottage cheese for breakfast...then I could just eat hot sandwiches for dinner and not get too bored...I'd save money and only have to go to the store twice a week, maybe less...

I JUST REMEMBERED! Last night I dreamt that I left raw ground beef out and it went bad but I starting eating it anyway, raw, because I felt bad throwing it away...but then it was so rancid that I did throw it away.

p.s. if it seems like I'm droning it's because I'm in a meeting where I have to be but it isn't important, and thank God I have a lap top!

the friendly neighborhood cobberlers from armenia

so i heard about these two guys, from one of the receptionists at my college, who work at the market (the new one). she told me cause i was like ei kur man galėtu super pigiai ir maksimum kokybiškai batus sutaityti? and she was like ai žinai kur yra prie naujo turgaus tokie du gruzai...

so she thought they were georgian but they turned out to be armenian. what's the difference, though, right? so i go there with these black boots i baught wicked recently, november, but i destoryed them in less than two months. see, one was too small, so everytime i took it off i used the other boot to push down on the sole, i think that part's called the sole, no it's the heel. so the heel tore right off :(

i took the black boots (which are goofy anyway, they got these silver things that make them look like cowboy boots). anyway, i took the back boot there with my red sneakers which were also falling apart.

these guys are very friendly. they work in this tiny little gray hut. if i had to work in there with another person all day everyday, i don't think we would last through the first day. they're like two men trapped in a one man cubicle with hundres of shoes. after some friendly chit chat they're like "well, we could just glue the soles and heels back on, or we could hand sew them back on and glue them too."
"uh, is that better?"
"oh yeah, it's better. but hey, it's up to you."
"well, how much does that cost?"
"ten lits."
(i'm thinking ten lits? like, per stitch? i was expecting to pay at least 20 per shoe, probably 30, willingly 40 just for the gluing)
"ten lits...per shoe?"
"per pair!"
"okey dokey artichokey!"

i came back to get them a few days later, at the agreed upon time. one armenian is too ashamed to look me in the face. the other, shaking his head, looks at me and says "oi aras, oi aras, ątsįprąšau, ątsįprąšau, šenden ątėjo daug darbo..." the first armenian chimes in "DAUG DARBO!" i assured them i know exactly how that goes, it happens to all of us, i'll come back in a couple more days.

it felt good to forgive someone. maybe because they were so sincerely sorry. for once it wasn't a fuck-all pissant making excuses and me accepting them because i still want my shoes eventually.

Lucidly talking in my sleep

My special lady comes back to bed and I vaguely wake up:

I: Kas ten?
She: Kas?
I: Kas ten per sarasas?
She: Koks sarasas?
I: mmmmm
She: .....
I: Ten mano visi darbai...vienas kur Tu man padedi...
She: Ka Tu kalbi??
I: Kitas...mm...Tempus...vakar pateikiau paraiska...buvo gerai...susisiekiau su kolega...
She: KA?!
I: ...mmm...

Some people say you attain fluency in a language when you begin dreaming in it. I dream in whatever language I normally use to talk to the person I'm dreaming about. I guess I talk in my sleep with whatever language I normally use to talk to the person I'm sleeping with :p

They learn English so quickly

I got this one colleague, boy is she picking up the lingo (I don't know from where). Recently she learned a little English she loves to use. Every time she sees me, like five times a day, she says "Hi guys!"

I support all mockery, especially mockery of myself, but especially of differnt people

this is a good example of mocking people who are not like me, and i find it humorlicious, sort of.

if it turns out not to be funny, that's because i woke up at 3a.m. to get back to work on my paper. i'm not actually that far behind! :D

I'm a workaholic, but you wouldn't know it from looking at me or my work

So yesterday I handed in my Education Law paper, half document comparison and half pokyčių/kaitos analizė. I had to write it in Lithuanian so now I'm in Lithuanian mode and can't remember what that means in English. something about the particulars of change and development.

Also yesterday I started reading Capitalism and Freedom : Fortieth Anniversary Edition by Milton Friedman, which I have to write a judgement free 10 page book report on by Monday. Also in Lithuanian, which as most of you can probably imagine, is slightly more time consuming for me, and by slightly, I mean at least double.

The plan is (was) 40 pages per day of reading and two pages per day of writing. The reading is no problem. Reading in English and simultaneously summarizing without paraphrasing in Lithuanian takes slightly longer than I expected, and this time by slightly, I mean quadruple.

So I work late and wake up at five and take a full dose of my meds, which I haven't done in at least two years, and I'm almost on schedule, actually, though now I can't tell the difference between the onion and the new york times anymore, but I don't have time for them anyway! :D

Also I'm drinking more coffee than usual (usual is 4-6 cups per day):D:D:D

In other news I'm going to a conference in Sweden!