sam 27 mar 2004
So this morning I felt like this:
but right now, things are calming down a little and I feel more like that:
There is some balance, some quietness maybe, some « I remember how I normally feel » kind of mood in this last image, a hunch that maybe stability and equilibrium may return. There is hope.
I am leaving in a few days for an international conference in California. I have so much to do that I avoid talking to friends online, I eat tons of junk food, I am mean to my students, and I make lists of things that I must do before I leave that keep getting bigger and scarier. But hey, I got an A on my HR 630 paper! That was not an easy one to get and I am very proud of myself
… The uneasiness and fear I was feeling last semester and at the beginning of this semester concerning this class are disappearing and I know a little more what is expected of me, what I am able to do, and how I should do it… and I am no longer afraid of those intimidating businessmen who know everything, because now I do know a little something too. I might (might) even get an A in this class…
Ah je suis super contente! Depuis quelques temps, on pouvait trouver du Supreme des Ducs a Target, le premier fromage francais a peu pres decent (parce que leur Brie est un peu degueu) a part le « bleue cheese » mais on peut pas bouffer du bleue cheese toute l’annee, et ce soir, j’ai pu y trouver pour la premiere fois des petits filets rouges et mignons de BABYBEL!!! Ah, le babybel de mon enfance… d’abord le plastique rouge qui fait un peu noel, et puis les petites languettes de papier qu’on tire doucement pour decouvrir le fromage qui se cache a l’interieur, la coque qui se separe et offre un petit coeur blanc et pateux au gout insipide… la cire rouge avec laquelle on peut faire plein de petites boules collantes et s’en foutre plein les mains… miam miam, quel delice! J’en ai achete trois petits filets!
This is just too good to miss: war rationale version 10.0.
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