If there’s an event I dread going to, it’s a wedding. First of all, you get an invitation with names of all these people you don’t even know, in flowery, heavy-scented cards. The invites always stress that you come in ‘semi-formal attire’, so you worry all week about what you’re going to wear and settle...
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Almost Spring
I suppose all I’m doing is waiting for spring to come. I’ve been in such a case of hybernation, doing nothing all day except burying myself in thick comforters, my National Winter Pasttime. I hate being like this, but winter seems to be stealing the best of me. So in an attack of nostalgia I’m...
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Get ready fer skool
Ah, my French. Ah, the conjugation, the irregular verbs, the ‘fucky-third-group’ conjugation. The conjugation. Ah, my French. I’m having an exam this Friday on my French progress, for the Alliance Francaise to figger out which level of classes to put me in. Yes! Classes! I’m going to skool again! Now. If there are some truths...
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Gloat Post
Guess which band I’m off to see play live tonight? Gnark gnark gnark… *evil, happy Kala*
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Sale
The world has twisted itself into a saltless pretzel, and everything upside down is now is left-side-up. Fragile content of the box? Let me shake it first to know, then I’ll tell you. The whole of France has gone whack over the sales. Stores are slashing their prices down to 60%. I’m not a big...
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Sleek gray, shining at me
When it snows the sky is a sleek gray, a dull, lifeless colour, and everything is quiet. North of Lyon the snow is thick, and there is a field huge enough for children with sleds. But if you walk a bit further you can find empty fields you can call your own, virginal ones would...
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