"Hey, Jude," I sang. I wasn't singing for anyone's benefit, really. As a matter of fact, I rather hoped no one came into the bathroom for the next 20 minutes or so, as I had turned the Beatles up really, really loud to compensate for the sound of the shower in which I was immersed. It occurred to me mid-soak that most people for whom the shaving of shins is an issue do not, I'd imagine, bring the shin in question up so near their face as I, even when the narrowness of the shower does not allow any other obvious means of keeping the carefully cultivated suds out of the spray's reach. How the other 40 or so girls manage to keep their shins smooth is beyond me.
To recap: me = very flexible.
"Bože môj," I muttered, further obscuring my vision in the process. "Nič nevidím." Stopped at a red light, I opened the clear plastic front of my helmet to let some of the cold night air lap away at the fog my breath had formed on the surface. Added to the light sprinkle of raindrops, visibility was poor, to say the least. The light turned green and I twisted the throttle. Better to take the risk of something flying into my eye than risk flying blind.
To recap: Vera = freaking awesome anyway.
"Ch," I said to myself. "Ch. Tsh. Tshill. Chill." Poring over my linguistics textbook, I was taking a valiant stab at internalizing a chart of consonant sounds, my tongue (in close cooperation with my alveo-palatal ridge, apparantly) playing a vital roll in the struggle between me and the densely insightful page 81, as peppered, to switch metaphors, with indecipherable symbols as (switching again) a fruitcake is with not-terribly-fruitlike fruit, like raisins or something.
To recap: IPA = raisins.
2 comments:
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I've waited forever for a new post by you! Finally! Haha, and it doesn't disappoint in the odd factor, or the strange factor, or the genius writer factor. Way to go!
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