Got back from Boston (yes, yes, most of you didn't even know I was gone, though I'm sure you all missed me terribly)...
For the record: MIT is the fscking coolest college EVAR. It's going to take some work, but I'm going to try to get in. ;_;
Yeah, so after a horrible Thursday of driving (half-dying in the car... guess who got absolutely no reading done because she suddenly got diagnosed with horrible, Claire-like carsickness!), Friday was spent going on the MIT tour with the tourpeople, eating dim sum in Chinatown (;_; shiawase desu...), visiting the MIT museum, and watching random people chess it up in Harvard Square.
Saturday was our drive-back day, but first, I convinced my parents to take me to the one and only Sasuga Japanese Bookstore! Open only on Saturdays, 12-6... how lucky was I that it fit right into our schedule?
( Sasuga visit )
So yes, after that lovely excursion, we headed off home. During the trip back, I realized just how funny the Indonesian language is. "Dingin bukan main" is often used to say "It's so cold!", but how it translates is pretty funny. Dingin (DEE-NGEEN) = cold, main (MAH-EEN) = playing/play, bukan (BOO-KAHN) = the negation. Therefore, "dingin bukan main" translates, literally, to "It's cold, and I'm not playin'." Well, something like that.
And so we arrived. 4:00 AMish. Just enough time to check e-mail goings-on, LJ goings-on, fansub goings-on, and crescent goings-on before heading off to bed to wake up an hour later, eat tomato soup (I'd had a craving while I was sick one day last week, and my mom bought me, like, eight cans), and get crackin' on one of those damned summer reading books. I definitely won't finish all five, but I'm hoping to get at least Walden and the rest of How to Read A Book finished.
For the record: MIT is the fscking coolest college EVAR. It's going to take some work, but I'm going to try to get in. ;_;
Yeah, so after a horrible Thursday of driving (half-dying in the car... guess who got absolutely no reading done because she suddenly got diagnosed with horrible, Claire-like carsickness!), Friday was spent going on the MIT tour with the tourpeople, eating dim sum in Chinatown (;_; shiawase desu...), visiting the MIT museum, and watching random people chess it up in Harvard Square.
Saturday was our drive-back day, but first, I convinced my parents to take me to the one and only Sasuga Japanese Bookstore! Open only on Saturdays, 12-6... how lucky was I that it fit right into our schedule?
( Sasuga visit )
So yes, after that lovely excursion, we headed off home. During the trip back, I realized just how funny the Indonesian language is. "Dingin bukan main" is often used to say "It's so cold!", but how it translates is pretty funny. Dingin (DEE-NGEEN) = cold, main (MAH-EEN) = playing/play, bukan (BOO-KAHN) = the negation. Therefore, "dingin bukan main" translates, literally, to "It's cold, and I'm not playin'." Well, something like that.
And so we arrived. 4:00 AMish. Just enough time to check e-mail goings-on, LJ goings-on, fansub goings-on, and crescent goings-on before heading off to bed to wake up an hour later, eat tomato soup (I'd had a craving while I was sick one day last week, and my mom bought me, like, eight cans), and get crackin' on one of those damned summer reading books. I definitely won't finish all five, but I'm hoping to get at least Walden and the rest of How to Read A Book finished.
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