I don't know why it feels like it's taking me a century to get through it. Korean: Did Duolingo this week and I'm FINALLY finishing up colors. Portuguese: I realized I finished Girls from Ipanema? So I watched one of my shows dubbed in Portuguese. I wrote an entry in the same way I did for my French journal entry. I've been listening to the audiobook version of Los Cuentos de Evaluna. I feel like my level has decreased to C1 (maybe B2?) over the years and it's so hard to bump it up.
I'm considering getting a tutor to help me increase my fluidity and help me practice for certain aspects of my job, but I really don't know how to go about selecting someone. I also am being assigned more Spanish-speaking clients at work. Spanish: I made a good friend on HelloTalk (a girl!! which is rare) who I've been talking to. For writing, I "wrote" a journal entry except I switched my keyboard to French and dictated my entry using the speech to text software. I also watched this interview with Tahar Rahim since I've been watching The Serpent. Recently I found out that lipstick is a good remedy for that, because it actually makes my brain go “no! stop, the colour will smudge” and its pretty nifty, because it looks kinda good, too.įrench: Worked with my French clients and watched some vids from DairingTia and Crazy Sally. there are just bumps on there that I need to “remove”, so to say, so I’ll do just that. four? my parents always ask me stuff like “why are you so nervous, what are you thinking about that stresses you so much” and mostly I’m not nervous at all when I shred my lips. I’m fidgeting with my sleeves so much that my older sweaters all have holes there or are super thin in that areas, and I have been chewing and picking on my lips until they bleed since I was like. if he has something in his hands then he clicks it, without stopping, and I’m the only one who’s not annoyed by it, because I would do that too if I had it instead.
when he was younger, he (warning: gross) chewed and scratched the skin off his fingers, it was so bad that my mom kept covering them with plasters and all sorts of stuff so he would stop. Come to think of it, we both have a lot of weird habits.