and how many people sick of holding it back?

[korpi]

A column I saw posted on my f-list: Why learn a second language?. From what little I read of it, it seemed interesting. I mainly browsed it for interesting details about different languages because, eh, I don't really need to be explained to why learn languages. Some small part of my brain is a little annoyed with the subject of the column, because for any Finnish person it would be "why learn a fourth language?" by default. Maybe I should feel privileged and/or superior about it instead.

I'm getting slowly more and more riled up with the part of my school that thinks it's perfectly fine to smoke in front of the school gates. The school gates of both of our schools, the gates I have pass through at least four times a day. This has started to manifest in my dreams, as well. Last night I had a dream where I asked my Mom: "If I first showed disgust in body language, then politely asked them to stop, then asked them to stop not quite so politely, and if they still didn't put the fucking godafwul cigarette away, kicked them in the face as a hard as I could, could it be passed in court as self-defense?"

Comments

[tittelintuure.livejournal.com]

Oliko teillä hauska klubissimo? Kuulema saitte ainakin Apocalypticaa. Ooh...N:s syy patistaa veljeä oikeasti uskaltamaan hakemaan musluun. (Toi tupakointi voisi sitten olla n-1:s ;)

[tmyyra.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should feel privileged and/or superior about it instead.

Yeah, you should.

I read it and liked it. The part about Finnish was... amusing.

[kor-pi.livejournal.com]

I know, I know. But it's like... second and third languages are a given, why even discuss it? It's the fourth and the fifth and the nth ones people should give thought to, do they really need those. DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE?

(Re: Juoksentelisinkohan... I think I've used that one just recently.)

[kor-pi.livejournal.com]

Apocalyptica oli upeaa! Kuten melkein kaikki muutkin ohjelmanumerot, joita oli RUNSAASTI (tapahtuma kesti kuudesta puoli kahdeksaan, mitä hittoa). Suosikkini oli se, missä kaksi tanssijapoikaa huuteli heikosti jotain siinä edessä kunnes toinen sai yhtäkkisen raivokohtauksen ja huuteli sitä jotain kiroillen samalla ja kieri lattialla ja raivosi eikä se ollut tanssia vaan pelkästään kaunista ja hemmetti, se olisi pitänyt nähdä ja kuulla, ei sitä voi selittää. Se oli jotain, se.

(Amerikkalainen vaihtarimme lauloi sellaisen kauniin Amerikkalaulun johon yleisön piti aina huutaa väliin "Fuck yeah!" Makunsa kullakin.)