Good riddance, french. Although, I desperately hope I don't lose my sham of biligualness, I am glad to be no longer stuck on grammar concepts. Did you know I went through the whole year thinking that when writing in past tense you could never use passe compose and therefore only use passe simple? The joy, the joy. And to think I survived without getting through the first act of Zone.
I have no idea how to act around females. I feel like I come off as a lesbian stalker or something. I was fortunate enough to get a ride home and my reaction is to invite my friend in to see my dog. Then I told my dog we could go out for Limoges cuisine if she wanted. (eye contact was difficult). I need social skills.
ALSO I AM A FREE CRAZY WOMAN MOTHER UCKAS!
With no more image to maintain I refuse to be hot and itchy any longer.
(Potential segue into STD creams...)
Friday, June 24, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Be You the Shriveled Sweet?
So, today I failed at making cupcakes. Well, in the cupcake tower (literal one- not a metaphorical one of cupcake hierarchy-but that too) my cupcakes would be on the bottom. Nice and sturdy, good support. So not exactly a full failure. Stout little things with dark bottoms, what can I do.
So tomorrow is Relay for Life (hence the cupcakes)- OH I just killed [another] mosquito- and I am still not packed. What do you pack for a no-sleeping sleepover? I'm still confused. Mosquitoes lurk, surely in the corners.
Phillip, I value your ideas. I mean, it was sketchy when you told me my eyes reminded you of helms and you refused my definition (that being "helm is a type of helmet") but the group does need to...regroup. We're big. Not saying that it's time to downsize or consolidate but we should get in touch with each other. Or as Eric would say, "Nous nous toucherons"
I will now spend the rest of my free evening thinking about how I can make youtube video scripts based off anglophones' mistakes on french pronunciation and wordage. Hmm..wordage is apparently a word, more ya know.
Well, time for me to skidaddle, pack my guitar so I can pretend I'd fit in around a bondfire when really I'll be hiding in a tent tomorrow night.
So tomorrow is Relay for Life (hence the cupcakes)- OH I just killed [another] mosquito- and I am still not packed. What do you pack for a no-sleeping sleepover? I'm still confused. Mosquitoes lurk, surely in the corners.
Phillip, I value your ideas. I mean, it was sketchy when you told me my eyes reminded you of helms and you refused my definition (that being "helm is a type of helmet") but the group does need to...regroup. We're big. Not saying that it's time to downsize or consolidate but we should get in touch with each other. Or as Eric would say, "Nous nous toucherons"
I will now spend the rest of my free evening thinking about how I can make youtube video scripts based off anglophones' mistakes on french pronunciation and wordage. Hmm..wordage is apparently a word, more ya know.
Well, time for me to skidaddle, pack my guitar so I can pretend I'd fit in around a bondfire when really I'll be hiding in a tent tomorrow night.
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