je me sens...
je me sens, um, débordé? well, perhaps for a bit. now i`m just sens-ing french. like, everything is french. me=french. it`s therefore hard to write in english at the moment - a bit annoying since, well, my life kinda revolves around, oh, knowing how to write well in english. lardeelar. i`m sure that once this french sinks in a bit more, i`ll be back to my old self, making puns and using the english language for what it was meant for - witticisms! or something of that sort. i made a pun in french the other day! there was a choice of evening activities and one of them was making candy, yes, faire les bonbons. et, parce que je suis un peu sensible au sucre, j`ai dit: c`est n`est pas bon bon pour moi. hahahahaha. yes, please, stop yourself or you`ll give yourself a bellyache and wreck your eyeliner. puns are always a minor victory, especially when they ellicit french-accented groans. fab.
i`m desperately missing my music collection. in my rush out of the house to get the train, i managed to pack a mere 6 cds. i`ve been borrowing a friend`s (really old) discman, hence the cds instead of tapes. my lovely and great walkman was dropped to many times. rather, i dropped my lovely and great walkman too many times. when will a lovely and great iPod come my way? sigh. actually, the money situation truly suXors right now, which means i should be asking myself things more along the lines of When will a lovely and great meal that consists of something other than oatmeal come my way? ah, no, it hasn`t quite gotten to that; i`m a frugal shopper and I believe this is what has kept me going sans oatmeal dinners for this long. here in moncton though, what with this being a government-sponsored let`s-learn-french-like-we-should-have-when-we-were-young program, the food is all paid for. so i`m Eating Well. and being healthy and going to the gym and going for long walks and all these other things. i`m studying too, of course. the only drawback is that it`s summer and i`d rather be at the beach all day. because the beach in bluddy fabulous. we went on the weekend and i didn`t want to leave. i went swimming for a really long time. i want a summer house on the beach, west coast or east coast, doesn`t matter to me as long as there`s an ocean i can swim in (and not die a horrible pollution-caused death.)
right-o. bien. alors!
oh, i learned a little acadian jig last night in a little acadian dance lesson. it rocks. i`ve added it to my very small cache of Things I Can Do. I`m still trying to figure out what else is in that cache: um, picking people up in a fireman hold; talking about cyborg-related ideas; push-ups; extended rambling; speaking french (!); speaking english (?); eating oatmeal. hahaha. lists are greatness.
the french has obviously gotten to my head and is eating away at my brains. brains, mmm.
robyn
je me sens, um, débordé? well, perhaps for a bit. now i`m just sens-ing french. like, everything is french. me=french. it`s therefore hard to write in english at the moment - a bit annoying since, well, my life kinda revolves around, oh, knowing how to write well in english. lardeelar. i`m sure that once this french sinks in a bit more, i`ll be back to my old self, making puns and using the english language for what it was meant for - witticisms! or something of that sort. i made a pun in french the other day! there was a choice of evening activities and one of them was making candy, yes, faire les bonbons. et, parce que je suis un peu sensible au sucre, j`ai dit: c`est n`est pas bon bon pour moi. hahahahaha. yes, please, stop yourself or you`ll give yourself a bellyache and wreck your eyeliner. puns are always a minor victory, especially when they ellicit french-accented groans. fab.
i`m desperately missing my music collection. in my rush out of the house to get the train, i managed to pack a mere 6 cds. i`ve been borrowing a friend`s (really old) discman, hence the cds instead of tapes. my lovely and great walkman was dropped to many times. rather, i dropped my lovely and great walkman too many times. when will a lovely and great iPod come my way? sigh. actually, the money situation truly suXors right now, which means i should be asking myself things more along the lines of When will a lovely and great meal that consists of something other than oatmeal come my way? ah, no, it hasn`t quite gotten to that; i`m a frugal shopper and I believe this is what has kept me going sans oatmeal dinners for this long. here in moncton though, what with this being a government-sponsored let`s-learn-french-like-we-should-have-when-we-were-young program, the food is all paid for. so i`m Eating Well. and being healthy and going to the gym and going for long walks and all these other things. i`m studying too, of course. the only drawback is that it`s summer and i`d rather be at the beach all day. because the beach in bluddy fabulous. we went on the weekend and i didn`t want to leave. i went swimming for a really long time. i want a summer house on the beach, west coast or east coast, doesn`t matter to me as long as there`s an ocean i can swim in (and not die a horrible pollution-caused death.)
right-o. bien. alors!
oh, i learned a little acadian jig last night in a little acadian dance lesson. it rocks. i`ve added it to my very small cache of Things I Can Do. I`m still trying to figure out what else is in that cache: um, picking people up in a fireman hold; talking about cyborg-related ideas; push-ups; extended rambling; speaking french (!); speaking english (?); eating oatmeal. hahaha. lists are greatness.
the french has obviously gotten to my head and is eating away at my brains. brains, mmm.
robyn
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