maybe i am a masochist. maybe i like pain, maybe that’s what keeps me going with everything..getting the FIX. because i can’t understand why else i would attempt to learn a language as excruciatingly difficult as icelandic. it’s like everything is spoken in metaphors, i can never get just a straight translation of something. for instance, if i want to say ”stop sticking your tongue out at me asshole” it would translate into something like ”stop pointing that which is the slimy body part in the mouth which is yours and tastes” or something..
i just want to speak it fluently NOW. no more ”learning” and..”effort”. i wish i had some kind of hard drive for a brain with a ubs cord on the back of my neck and i can just buy an icelandic program which just needs to be downloaded into my system. like the matrix or something. i want that.
but on the lighter side.. as difficult as it is, i am getting somewhere. i’m able to form bad sentences, and talk to my mother in law like a two year old. usually when i get frustrated i just say to myself ”c’mon!!..it’s not like it’s chinese.”
because its not..soo..
:o)
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