mizrblemndys

shtup

it's monday. bad. i'm in a rlly bad mood. i dnt like vowels tody obvi

first of all, i'm going to connect with my southern-conservative roots and say something obnoxious: i'm having major problems with foreign accents. i don't have a problem with the people with them, mind you. i've had this issue since i was little--i could never understand my ukrainian violin teacher, and got so nervous and tried to concentrate so hard on deciphering what he was saying that i had no ear left to lend to the suzuki method. then he'd get mad at me when i messed up and berate me, and i guess i never really had to understand what he was saying then to get his point, and so i'd always do better when he was yelling at me. which meant he kept yelling at me. and then i decided it was time to have an american gay man with an amber mustache teach me piano.

the bottom line is i hate being confused, especially audioally. no matter how much you insist on talking to me in a language that isn't english, i'm not going to understand you--even if i do have brown hair and eyes.

don't hit on me either. i know what you're mumbling in between the "hey mommy" and the "look nice today." save that for your actual mom or the wife you have somewhere (i see the wedding ring, ya sleaze ball).

for once, ONCE i just want to be able to understand someone when they're speaking to me. right now i just feel like i keep hitting my head against a wall whenever i try to get anything done because neither of us can understand eachother.

i know it's not fair to bitch about it because most of these people are doing their best. but sometimes, for the same reasons that universities have asian/african/hispanic student groups, i just want to meet other people who speak like me...for just a few seconds. then i'll be ready to take on the dropped r's and dipthongs and all those other great things that make language so fun (really!).

ugh oh the cloudy mondays, bringing out the intolerance in me :(