Slice of Life 7: Memory

This happens so frequently, it's embarrassing. More often than not, there won't be any lapse of time between what I was just thinking about doing and the moment when I realize I've completely forgotten it.

Thankfully, I've gotten better at remembering things that are important, like when I have to go to work and what I need to get at the store, but I'm still crap with dates and days of the week.

Every now and then, I'll go out of my way to buy a planner, usually something nice so that I'll actually feel compelled to use it. I'll fill it up religiously for the first few months and then promptly lose it.

Slice of Life 6: Caitlin learns French... Sort of.

Every now and then, I get it into my head that I want to learn another language. I don't know why I keep doing this, on a good day I'm a competent English speaker, but never the less, every other year or so, I get the powerful urge to expand my horizons and learn new things in an effort to meet new people and explore the world around me.

Last time around, it was French. With the added bonus of there being a French class offered at my college. I had done pretty okay with the whole two semesters of French I got in high school (before the program was cut), so I figured yeah, okay, why not. French is a pretty good language, all things considered. There's a lot of words that can be related back to the English language right? Right! So no problem!

As it turns out, I'm terrible at retaining knowledge related to language. At least with English, I generally know what everything means and can infer the rest with context. And now, I can kind of sort of almost do that with French. So, accomplishment! Kind of.

Still, it was miles better than my brief and ineffective stab at learning kanji.

Slice of Life 5: Caitlin Cooks

I don't know what it is, but I've really started getting interested in cooking recently, which has never been something I've been particularly patient with. Up until just recently, I was more than content to live with food I could either prepare in a microwave, pour into a bowl or stick between two slices of bread. My desire to actually cook things is a strange and foreign one. I put it down to the need for having some kind of adult steadiness that, as a wayward 20-something, I honestly don't have.

Really it boggles my mind that I even qualify as a 20-something to begin with, much less a wayward one.

Part of the point of this blog was to be sort of a bookmark for various researching I'd do. Maybe it's time to start that and include recipes...

Am I blue.

Ain't these tears in my eyes tellin' you..

The Dumb

I have it...

Aye-yi-yi

...More cats...

This is infinitely smaller than I thought it would be. All right for misreading measurements!

AYE!

This is Happy. He's a blue cat from a manga called Fairy Tale. He flies.

This is the culmination of all of my artistic talents.

My teachers would be so proud.

(or it could just be me going "Damnit, I need to draw a blue cat!)