Saturday 14 January 2012
Envelopes
I tried to fold a letter into an envelope, but then I changed my mind, and now the paper is all fold-y. I don't really know how to express "sorry the paper is all fold-y" in French. I hope O. doesn't mind.
Letters
I received a reply from my French person.
It made me very happy-- she doesn't hate me for forgetting-- her letter was very sweet.
I also have a few addresses to send nice things to.
I am currently agonizing over what to send...
From the library I borrowed a book called The Art of Letter Writing.
I want to write love letters but am far too shy.
It made me very happy-- she doesn't hate me for forgetting-- her letter was very sweet.
I also have a few addresses to send nice things to.
I am currently agonizing over what to send...
From the library I borrowed a book called The Art of Letter Writing.
I want to write love letters but am far too shy.
Thursday 5 January 2012
Affectations
The thing is, everything about me is an affectation, and the affectations become actual parts of me, so I don't really know who or what I am without them -- but I also develop this sort of anxiety if I miss out anything -- like OCD -- if I miss out one of the affectations.
Monday 2 January 2012
French mail.
Something potentially good happened today.
I was rooting through my cupboards which are still full of things which still haven't been unpacked, despite having moved in several years ago-- irrelevant--
Mais j'ai trouvee l'address d'une francaise. J'etais sa correspondante dans... quoi, 2008? Mais j'avais perds son address quand j'ai demenagee. J'ai ecrire une lettre d'elle. (Dreadful French there.)
I am hoping she still lives at the same address and will consent to resuming our correspondence.
I was rooting through my cupboards which are still full of things which still haven't been unpacked, despite having moved in several years ago-- irrelevant--
Mais j'ai trouvee l'address d'une francaise. J'etais sa correspondante dans... quoi, 2008? Mais j'avais perds son address quand j'ai demenagee. J'ai ecrire une lettre d'elle. (Dreadful French there.)
I am hoping she still lives at the same address and will consent to resuming our correspondence.
Sunday 1 January 2012
I have no notebook.
Or rather, none that I want to use, as a diary, and as this blog has a very small audience - hello Cameron - I am using it as a substitute notebook.
So there.
It shall suffice.
Today's things:
- 2012 looks like it is going to be a repeat of 2011 which is causing me to wonder if I should kill myself and get it over with
- there is a potential idea of moving but that was present in 2011, so little hope there
- I have found a new 'friend' (this is a pseudonym for something - I am ever so mysterious) which requires very little effort to bring about a good deal of crimson which makes me happy and makes the aforementioned wonderings more viable
- Sherlock
So there.
It shall suffice.
Today's things:
- 2012 looks like it is going to be a repeat of 2011 which is causing me to wonder if I should kill myself and get it over with
- there is a potential idea of moving but that was present in 2011, so little hope there
- I have found a new 'friend' (this is a pseudonym for something - I am ever so mysterious) which requires very little effort to bring about a good deal of crimson which makes me happy and makes the aforementioned wonderings more viable
- Sherlock
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