So I'm leaving the world of the internet again... for the next 3 days. Two last shows !
Parlant de chant, j'ai commencé à travailler mon vibrato... cé tof en chien, j'ai jamais essayé de le contrôler avant... On voit à quel point j'avais un prof de chant sérieux. Non mais je sais pas, lui, il était vraiment gentil, il m'a aidé beaucoup, sauf qu'une fois que j'ai pogné le tic d'articuler mes voyelles comme du monde, il a tout arrêté... Alors je dois tout faire moi-même, maintenant ! Travailler mes notes graves, par exemple. Ça, c'est plutôt chiant parce que ça me tente pas et que cé très tof, mais bon.
J'ai aussi le plaisir d'annoncer à tous que, après quoi, 5 ans ? j'ai enfin fini par comprendre la petit technique de chanter du ventre, samedi passé. Faut le faire ! J'aime pas beaucoup ça vu que je suis pas habituée, mais je sais à quel point c'est pratique... J'essaie de m'habituer à utiliser cette technique-là tranquillement... mais j'ai la tête dure, mettons !
Bon, après ce petit cours de chant, je vous laisse, je dois partir d'ici une vingtaine de minutes !
Hourrah pour les shows !
Thursday, April 25, 2002
Wednesday, April 24, 2002
Isn't it weird how some people tell you you are awesome and different and everything is more fun when you're there, and how some people think you're nearly the most beautiful being that ever was, and yet...
Yet some people hate you deeply because you are who you are, and some people just don't see anything that good in you.
Isn't it weird as well how you always end up with the same kind of people ?
I don't know. Maybe everyone is even more the same than I thought they were.
This semester I met this teacher who is so much like a teacher I had in high school. They look the same, they talk the same, they act the same... And I knew that this teacher would like me if I acted like I did with my high school teacher. I know that if I do a certain thing, he'll laugh, for example.
Maybe there is a pattern in people. Once you find and get to know one pattern, you know exactly how to behave with those who follow that pattern.
How hurtful when you wish you could stand out.
Each person taken separately does follow a pattern. Sometimes it's harder to get, but there's always a pattern.
I guess there are some patterns some people will never get.
I know some patterns I have a hard time getting, and then it takes me a while to be at ease with the person. Question is : I am sensitive and I "sense" things from people. That's how I "feel" patterns in one's personnality. But does it mean I'm lucky because some people will never get and/or see them, or does it mean I'm less good because some people because I stop to make sense out of the patterns I see when others don't necessarily need to do so ?
I shouldn't think. Sometimes I go too far. :)
Yet some people hate you deeply because you are who you are, and some people just don't see anything that good in you.
Isn't it weird as well how you always end up with the same kind of people ?
I don't know. Maybe everyone is even more the same than I thought they were.
This semester I met this teacher who is so much like a teacher I had in high school. They look the same, they talk the same, they act the same... And I knew that this teacher would like me if I acted like I did with my high school teacher. I know that if I do a certain thing, he'll laugh, for example.
Maybe there is a pattern in people. Once you find and get to know one pattern, you know exactly how to behave with those who follow that pattern.
How hurtful when you wish you could stand out.
Each person taken separately does follow a pattern. Sometimes it's harder to get, but there's always a pattern.
I guess there are some patterns some people will never get.
I know some patterns I have a hard time getting, and then it takes me a while to be at ease with the person. Question is : I am sensitive and I "sense" things from people. That's how I "feel" patterns in one's personnality. But does it mean I'm lucky because some people will never get and/or see them, or does it mean I'm less good because some people because I stop to make sense out of the patterns I see when others don't necessarily need to do so ?
I shouldn't think. Sometimes I go too far. :)
Next semester, I'm trying again for the musical, and I should make it.
The semester after that, I'm either gonna not go to school and just work and do the musical, *OR* go to Uni, studying probably Translation, probably in Montréal, or maybe Sherbrooke if anyone who has money to give me comes around.
The summer after that, Mylène and I are leaving in a car, and going all the way through Canada. (my little dream, remember ? i talked about it a month or two ago)
I have no idea how much of this will actually happen, but I have plans.
It's almost as if things were finally falling into place.
Tuesday, April 23, 2002
Ugh.
Mon examen de stats s'est presque bien passé. Je crois qu'il était vraiment facile, pour quelqu'un qui aurait vraiment travaillé. Les moyennes vont être fortes, d'après moi...
Il y a juste la maudite démo qui valait 20 points que j'avais aucune idée comment faire... Mais bon. Je vais peut-être passer, si j'ai de la chance... J'aimerais vraiment passer ce maudit cours-là.
Maintenant il faudrait que je travaille pour mon forum de français. Ça me tente vraiment pas, surtout que je sais pas ce que je cherche..
*soupir*
Mon examen de stats s'est presque bien passé. Je crois qu'il était vraiment facile, pour quelqu'un qui aurait vraiment travaillé. Les moyennes vont être fortes, d'après moi...
Il y a juste la maudite démo qui valait 20 points que j'avais aucune idée comment faire... Mais bon. Je vais peut-être passer, si j'ai de la chance... J'aimerais vraiment passer ce maudit cours-là.
Maintenant il faudrait que je travaille pour mon forum de français. Ça me tente vraiment pas, surtout que je sais pas ce que je cherche..
*soupir*
Sunday, April 21, 2002
Ouf !
Dodo ! Dodo !
Me suis levée à 10:30 ce matin, j'ai commencé à lire mon livre de français, puis je suis allée m'étendre dans ma chambre pour quelques minutes... et je me suis réveillée quelques deux heures et demie plus tard.
Alors dans quelques minutes je vais aller manger un petit quelque chose pour souper, et je vais tenter de rester réveillée assez longtemps pour avancer mon livre, faire de la recherche sur internet pour mon forum de français, et étudier mes stats !
Dodo ! Dodo !
Me suis levée à 10:30 ce matin, j'ai commencé à lire mon livre de français, puis je suis allée m'étendre dans ma chambre pour quelques minutes... et je me suis réveillée quelques deux heures et demie plus tard.
Alors dans quelques minutes je vais aller manger un petit quelque chose pour souper, et je vais tenter de rester réveillée assez longtemps pour avancer mon livre, faire de la recherche sur internet pour mon forum de français, et étudier mes stats !
Thursday, April 18, 2002
Wednesday, April 17, 2002
Tuesday, April 16, 2002
Aaaaaa-choo !
Aaaaaa-choo !
*blows nose*
*blinks*
Other than that, I'm doing fine thank you !
Although I don't know how I'm gonna make it through this week - there isn't any day this week that I'll be coming home before midnight. Tonight are the sound tests, tomorrow is the General Rehearsal, Thursday, Friday and Saturday are the show. And when I finally get home I need to take a shower, wash my hair and dry my hair. And of course take off that makeup - and as everyone knows, theater makeup isn't to wash easily...
I need to find a song for my sound test tonight, I'm still not sure what I'll sing... singing a song a capella is always harder.
Good news is, I do think my cold is getting better, I slept like a baby last night - and I am convinced that it's because of that child's medicine !!! Everytime I take it I fall asleep ! Two days ago I took the adult medicine and I was wide awake all night long. So nah. Quartz is weird and needs child's medicine.
Quartz also needs to get going soon, and prolly won't be updating much in the next days - except maybe Thursday. And then Sunday. If she has anything to say. We'll see. :)
Aaaaaa-choo !
*blows nose*
*blinks*
Other than that, I'm doing fine thank you !
Although I don't know how I'm gonna make it through this week - there isn't any day this week that I'll be coming home before midnight. Tonight are the sound tests, tomorrow is the General Rehearsal, Thursday, Friday and Saturday are the show. And when I finally get home I need to take a shower, wash my hair and dry my hair. And of course take off that makeup - and as everyone knows, theater makeup isn't to wash easily...
I need to find a song for my sound test tonight, I'm still not sure what I'll sing... singing a song a capella is always harder.
Good news is, I do think my cold is getting better, I slept like a baby last night - and I am convinced that it's because of that child's medicine !!! Everytime I take it I fall asleep ! Two days ago I took the adult medicine and I was wide awake all night long. So nah. Quartz is weird and needs child's medicine.
Quartz also needs to get going soon, and prolly won't be updating much in the next days - except maybe Thursday. And then Sunday. If she has anything to say. We'll see. :)
Sunday, April 14, 2002
Well, good news is, my voice seems to be doing all right. My throat hurts less, so maybe that'll be all right. I'll just have to blow my nose all the time, and to concentrate on my singing so it doesn't sound like Donalk Duck or something.
I'm really, really tired right now, I barely slept at all last time... rehearsal ended at 11:00, I went to bed at midnight, but couldn't sleep because my nose kept running.
I have to leave in a few minutes for another rehearsal... which will probably last until 11:00 as well.
Sleep. Me needs sleep.
I'm really, really tired right now, I barely slept at all last time... rehearsal ended at 11:00, I went to bed at midnight, but couldn't sleep because my nose kept running.
I have to leave in a few minutes for another rehearsal... which will probably last until 11:00 as well.
Sleep. Me needs sleep.
Saturday, April 13, 2002
Ta. Bar. Nak.
(de crisse de câlisse d'esti !)
A cold. I got a fucking cold.
Wednesday we got around the school singing to get people to buy tickets for the show.
Wednesday night is the last rehearsal.
Thursday, Friday and Saturday : shows.
I can hope to be all right for the shows after that, but not for these. Damn it !
Plus it's getting to my throat. Which never happens. Or to be exact, it happened once, one friggin' time, and it was two years ago. When I lost my voice during 5 days.
If it happens now I will kill myself. Or someone else. Please re-read my "it's all about control" speech.
For now my voice seems okay. I mean I feel it's a bit more fragile than it usually is, but I still have control over it. And it should get better during the day, because it's always kinda faintish in the morning.
The fact remains that the damn cold is getting to my throat, and that is not funny !
And another not funny fact is that I'll spend the damn show blowing my nose and/or trying not to. Can't wait to see how much makeup they're gonna use on me.
(de crisse de câlisse d'esti !)
A cold. I got a fucking cold.
Wednesday we got around the school singing to get people to buy tickets for the show.
Wednesday night is the last rehearsal.
Thursday, Friday and Saturday : shows.
I can hope to be all right for the shows after that, but not for these. Damn it !
Plus it's getting to my throat. Which never happens. Or to be exact, it happened once, one friggin' time, and it was two years ago. When I lost my voice during 5 days.
If it happens now I will kill myself. Or someone else. Please re-read my "it's all about control" speech.
For now my voice seems okay. I mean I feel it's a bit more fragile than it usually is, but I still have control over it. And it should get better during the day, because it's always kinda faintish in the morning.
The fact remains that the damn cold is getting to my throat, and that is not funny !
And another not funny fact is that I'll spend the damn show blowing my nose and/or trying not to. Can't wait to see how much makeup they're gonna use on me.
Friday, April 12, 2002
Bon, il ne me reste plus qu'un chapitre de philo à lire, et je crois que je vais faire ça demain matin ! Je vais aussi commencer mon texte demain matin. Je crois pouvoir y mettre un point final pendant la répétition, ensuite j'aurai plus qu'à le taper.
Quant à physique, je devrais m'en sortir... Je peux toujours étudier lundi pendant les oraux de Projet, mardi matin et mercredi matin. J'avais eu 59% dans cet examen-là la session passée... J'ai rêvé que j'avais eu 81% la nuit passée, et le ¾ du temps, dans mes rêves, j'ai des notes plus basses que celles que j'obtiens en réalité.
Quant à physique, je devrais m'en sortir... Je peux toujours étudier lundi pendant les oraux de Projet, mardi matin et mercredi matin. J'avais eu 59% dans cet examen-là la session passée... J'ai rêvé que j'avais eu 81% la nuit passée, et le ¾ du temps, dans mes rêves, j'ai des notes plus basses que celles que j'obtiens en réalité.
Woah !
Euh, j'étais descendue pour 3 secondes, et puis, euh, ça fait déjà 50 minutes !
Et il me reste encore 3 chapitres de philo à lire !
Je crois que ça veut dire que je vais étudier ma physique pendant les pratiques en fin de semaine !
J'ai d'ailleurs toujours mal à la gorge.
Pouvez-vous croire que j'ai passé la journée à essayer de venir à bout de ma philo ?
Euh, j'étais descendue pour 3 secondes, et puis, euh, ça fait déjà 50 minutes !
Et il me reste encore 3 chapitres de philo à lire !
Je crois que ça veut dire que je vais étudier ma physique pendant les pratiques en fin de semaine !
J'ai d'ailleurs toujours mal à la gorge.
Pouvez-vous croire que j'ai passé la journée à essayer de venir à bout de ma philo ?
Okay, peoples.
This has been the second person that I don't know that's added me to their msn buddy list.
I display my address here so people can contact me, but you have to realize that if I don't know who you are, I will block you. So please, if we've never talked before and I don't know who you are, sign the guestbook or e-mail me so I won't block you. Or you can do nothing and enjoy being blocked. :)
I'm barely ever on msn anyway.
On va y aller maintenant en français pour éliminer la confusion :
J'ai mis mon nick msn sur cette page pour qu'on puisse me contacter si besoin est, sauf que, je veux pas faire de peine à personne, mais si je ne sais pas qui vous êtes quand vous m'ajoutez à votre liste, je vais vous bloquer. Alors soit vous signer mon guestbook ou vous m'envoyez un e-mail
pour que je sache qui vous êtes. Ou bien vous faites rien et vous amusez à être bloqués.
Je dis ça parce que ça fait 2 personnes que je ne connais pas qui m'ajoutent à leur liste...
This has been the second person that I don't know that's added me to their msn buddy list.
I display my address here so people can contact me, but you have to realize that if I don't know who you are, I will block you. So please, if we've never talked before and I don't know who you are, sign the guestbook or e-mail me so I won't block you. Or you can do nothing and enjoy being blocked. :)
I'm barely ever on msn anyway.
On va y aller maintenant en français pour éliminer la confusion :
J'ai mis mon nick msn sur cette page pour qu'on puisse me contacter si besoin est, sauf que, je veux pas faire de peine à personne, mais si je ne sais pas qui vous êtes quand vous m'ajoutez à votre liste, je vais vous bloquer. Alors soit vous signer mon guestbook ou vous m'envoyez un e-mail
pour que je sache qui vous êtes. Ou bien vous faites rien et vous amusez à être bloqués.
Je dis ça parce que ça fait 2 personnes que je ne connais pas qui m'ajoutent à leur liste...
(Vous allez me le dire, vous : c'est moi qui est pas claire avec mes 3 alertes ? Ou bien c'est toi, oui, toi qui est connecté à haute vitesse avec vidéotron et qui est venu faire une tour il y a quelques minutes, qui ne comprend pas que je voudrais que tout le monde signe le foutu guestbook au moins une fois avant que je vire folle à essayer de savoir qui cé qui me lit ???)
En tk.
À part de ça, j'ai toujours mal à la gorge, je suis en état de panique, je dois finir de lire mes textes de philo pour pondre un texte 550 mots dessus ce soir - et je comprends rien ! Je comprends tellement rien ! J'arrive pas à me concentrer, je lis, et puis je me mets à penser à autre chose, mais mes yeux, eux, continuent d'avancer, alors soudainement, je me retrouve plusieurs pages plus loin, et j'ai aucun souvenir de ce que je viens de lire ! Résultat, je passe mon temps à revenir en arrière et à relire.
Et tout ce que j'ai compris jusqu'à maintenant, cé que cé plate en esti.
La bonne nouvelle, c'est que j'ai réussi à rajouter ce que je voulais rajouter dans ma partie de Projet et que j'ai écrit mon rapport de forum de français.
Maintenant, il reste mon texte de philo, mon étude de physique et un questionnaire de français, que je ne ferais pas en temps normal, mais ça adonne que c'est sur le livre sur lequel je vais faire mon forum. Me dit que ça pourrait être pratique.
En tk.
À part de ça, j'ai toujours mal à la gorge, je suis en état de panique, je dois finir de lire mes textes de philo pour pondre un texte 550 mots dessus ce soir - et je comprends rien ! Je comprends tellement rien ! J'arrive pas à me concentrer, je lis, et puis je me mets à penser à autre chose, mais mes yeux, eux, continuent d'avancer, alors soudainement, je me retrouve plusieurs pages plus loin, et j'ai aucun souvenir de ce que je viens de lire ! Résultat, je passe mon temps à revenir en arrière et à relire.
Et tout ce que j'ai compris jusqu'à maintenant, cé que cé plate en esti.
La bonne nouvelle, c'est que j'ai réussi à rajouter ce que je voulais rajouter dans ma partie de Projet et que j'ai écrit mon rapport de forum de français.
Maintenant, il reste mon texte de philo, mon étude de physique et un questionnaire de français, que je ne ferais pas en temps normal, mais ça adonne que c'est sur le livre sur lequel je vais faire mon forum. Me dit que ça pourrait être pratique.
Thursday, April 11, 2002
There are people who never understand anything.
That gets rather frustrating when you need to make them understand something.
This is the second article I find saying that we need translators. My mother still doesn't get it, and still is telling me to make sure I know what I am doing. For God's friggin' sake !
That gets rather frustrating when you need to make them understand something.
This is the second article I find saying that we need translators. My mother still doesn't get it, and still is telling me to make sure I know what I am doing. For God's friggin' sake !
Wednesday, April 10, 2002
I don't know. I feel like writing.
I could write something pretty insightful, but, um, yeah, I won't. Because I feel way too mixed up to be insightful.
Isn't it weird how you don't know you know something until you say it ? Take that insightful word two lines above. I didn't even know I knew it until I typed it.
Ou c'est comme quand j'ai expliqué à ma partner de physique que le condensateur n'avait plus la même capacité à cause qu'on avait changé la distance entre les armatures.
J'ai appris ça en même temps que je le disais.
Je vous dis que j'ai à peu 65 personnalités.
So I'll only type insignificant stuff. This is my insignificant blog anyway...
Today this brown-eyed, brown-haired girl jokingly told me to go to hell because I have brown hair and blue eyes. Which I thought was funny. I might have blue eyes, but they're worth absolutely nothing when it comes to what they were originally created for - seeing, that is.
Then I remembered that when I was younger I didn't like brown eyes. To me, only clear eyes were beautiful. Sad thing is, I haven't changed my opinion much. I still prefer clear eyes. Except that I have met people with brown eyes that I adored. The thing about dark eyes is they have to have depth.
Wow. I'm really talking about eye color. I am sick.
J'ai fini par écrire (à la très gigantesque butch) (mon dieu mais ça s'écrit comment, ça ???) mon rapport de français, je vais finir de lire mes deux pages de Demian dans les délais les plus crisses, si bien que vendredi pendant la journée, il ne me restera plus qu'à lire mes textes de philo et écrire mon texte à leur propos, à étudier ma physique et à mettre la touche finale à mes parties de Projet !!!
Et à aller à la caisse, et euh... yavait autre chose ! yavait autre chose ! j'm'en rappelle plus ! bâtard !
I could write something pretty insightful, but, um, yeah, I won't. Because I feel way too mixed up to be insightful.
Isn't it weird how you don't know you know something until you say it ? Take that insightful word two lines above. I didn't even know I knew it until I typed it.
Ou c'est comme quand j'ai expliqué à ma partner de physique que le condensateur n'avait plus la même capacité à cause qu'on avait changé la distance entre les armatures.
J'ai appris ça en même temps que je le disais.
Je vous dis que j'ai à peu 65 personnalités.
So I'll only type insignificant stuff. This is my insignificant blog anyway...
Today this brown-eyed, brown-haired girl jokingly told me to go to hell because I have brown hair and blue eyes. Which I thought was funny. I might have blue eyes, but they're worth absolutely nothing when it comes to what they were originally created for - seeing, that is.
Then I remembered that when I was younger I didn't like brown eyes. To me, only clear eyes were beautiful. Sad thing is, I haven't changed my opinion much. I still prefer clear eyes. Except that I have met people with brown eyes that I adored. The thing about dark eyes is they have to have depth.
Wow. I'm really talking about eye color. I am sick.
J'ai fini par écrire (à la très gigantesque butch) (mon dieu mais ça s'écrit comment, ça ???) mon rapport de français, je vais finir de lire mes deux pages de Demian dans les délais les plus crisses, si bien que vendredi pendant la journée, il ne me restera plus qu'à lire mes textes de philo et écrire mon texte à leur propos, à étudier ma physique et à mettre la touche finale à mes parties de Projet !!!
Et à aller à la caisse, et euh... yavait autre chose ! yavait autre chose ! j'm'en rappelle plus ! bâtard !
Bon, aujourd'hui, je dispose de 2 heures de trou pour
a) écrire mon résumé de forum pour mon cours de français
b) finir de lire Demian.
Sauf que je passe les deux heures avec Anne-Marie, par conséquent je serai pas très productive, mais bon...
J'ai tellement de cossins à faire, j'en ai par-dessus la tête, mais la crosse cé que, dans ces situations-là, moi, je fais absolument rien, sauf à la toute dernière minute. Parce que j'ai l'impression que j'y arriverai jamais de toute façon, et si je m'y prends d'avance j'ai l'impression d'être en train de me noyer sous tout ça. À la dernière minute, c'est beaucoup plus facile d'établir des priorités !!!
Je vous laisse sur cette pensée ! Bonne journée à tous !
a) écrire mon résumé de forum pour mon cours de français
b) finir de lire Demian.
Sauf que je passe les deux heures avec Anne-Marie, par conséquent je serai pas très productive, mais bon...
J'ai tellement de cossins à faire, j'en ai par-dessus la tête, mais la crosse cé que, dans ces situations-là, moi, je fais absolument rien, sauf à la toute dernière minute. Parce que j'ai l'impression que j'y arriverai jamais de toute façon, et si je m'y prends d'avance j'ai l'impression d'être en train de me noyer sous tout ça. À la dernière minute, c'est beaucoup plus facile d'établir des priorités !!!
Je vous laisse sur cette pensée ! Bonne journée à tous !
Tuesday, April 09, 2002
J'ai fini de regarder Fight Club ce matin. Cé fort. Cé vraiment très fort. Je suis restée pognée dessus toute la journée, surtout dans mon cours de physique. Très très fort. Pourtant ça augurait très mal : je voyais rien que de typiquement masculin, au début, moi, là-dedans. Ya quelque chose d'impressionnant à voir une tonne de gars se péter la gueule mutuellement ?
Mais bon, juste pour Brad Pitt, qu'est-ce qu'on n'endurerait pas... ;)
Mais bon, juste pour Brad Pitt, qu'est-ce qu'on n'endurerait pas... ;)
Since you've been gone
Well, I feel like I've been chewing on tinfoil
Since you've been gone
It's like I got a great big mouthful of cod liver oil
Oh well, I'm feelin like I stuck my hand
Inside a blender and turned it on
You know, I've been in a buttload of pain
Since you've been gone
(Since you've been gone)
I couldn't feel any worse if you dropped
A two-ton bowling ball on my toes
(Since you've been gone)
It couldn't hurt any more if you shoved
A red-hot cactus up my nose
Since you've been gone
Well, it feels like I'm getting tetanus shots every day
Since you've been gone
It's like I've got an ice cream headache that won't go away
Ever since that day you left me
I've been so miserable, my dear
I feel almost as bad as I did
When you were still here
Download this. The most funniest song you ever heard.
Weird Al Yankovic is awesome.
Well, I feel like I've been chewing on tinfoil
Since you've been gone
It's like I got a great big mouthful of cod liver oil
Oh well, I'm feelin like I stuck my hand
Inside a blender and turned it on
You know, I've been in a buttload of pain
Since you've been gone
(Since you've been gone)
I couldn't feel any worse if you dropped
A two-ton bowling ball on my toes
(Since you've been gone)
It couldn't hurt any more if you shoved
A red-hot cactus up my nose
Since you've been gone
Well, it feels like I'm getting tetanus shots every day
Since you've been gone
It's like I've got an ice cream headache that won't go away
Ever since that day you left me
I've been so miserable, my dear
I feel almost as bad as I did
When you were still here
Download this. The most funniest song you ever heard.
Weird Al Yankovic is awesome.
Wow ! J'ai encore dormi jusqu'à 8:30 ce matin, je suis é-pous-tou-flée ! (ou peut-être que ça prouve seulement que je suis complètement morte)
La crosse là-dedans cé que je dispose de beaucoup moins de temps que prévu pour :
a) finir de regarder Fight Club
b) appeler ma maman pour lui demander s'il faut que je retourne le film, et si oui, où cé qu'elle l'a loué
c) aller à la caisse pop
La crosse là-dedans cé que je dispose de beaucoup moins de temps que prévu pour :
a) finir de regarder Fight Club
b) appeler ma maman pour lui demander s'il faut que je retourne le film, et si oui, où cé qu'elle l'a loué
c) aller à la caisse pop
Monday, April 08, 2002
Fait froid ! Fait froid ! Je suis congelée !
Et je suis très fâchée parce que je me suis faite fourrée par ma caisse pop et il faut que j'aille chialer demain matin !
Savez-vous ce qu'ils ont fait ?
Quand je suis allée payer mon ticket de 42$, ils m'ont chargé des frais de 1,75$, et moi je paye pas de frais parce que j'ai un compte Profit Jeunesse (ou quelque chose du style). Sauf que je viens de recevoir mon relevé de compte, et ce qu'ils ont fait, cé qu'ils ont transformé mon retrait de 42$ en retrait de 43,75$, et il me charge des frais de 1$ pour ce retrait-là ! Frais qu'ils ne me chargent pas à cause de mon Profit Jeunesse... sauf que ya un 1,75$ qui est allé dans leurs poches en quelque part, et cé pas aujourd'hui que je commence à me faire fourrer par ma caisse...
Alors demain matin je me pitche là-bas récupérer mon dû.
Ensuite de ça on a fait notre présentation orale de Projet aujourd'hui, et franchement, je trouve qu'on s'en est très très bien tirées. J'irais même jusqu'à dire qu'on a été les meilleures des 3 groupes.
Le Projet est presque fini, maintenant.
Plus que 2 semaines, et cé tout !
Et je suis très fâchée parce que je me suis faite fourrée par ma caisse pop et il faut que j'aille chialer demain matin !
Savez-vous ce qu'ils ont fait ?
Quand je suis allée payer mon ticket de 42$, ils m'ont chargé des frais de 1,75$, et moi je paye pas de frais parce que j'ai un compte Profit Jeunesse (ou quelque chose du style). Sauf que je viens de recevoir mon relevé de compte, et ce qu'ils ont fait, cé qu'ils ont transformé mon retrait de 42$ en retrait de 43,75$, et il me charge des frais de 1$ pour ce retrait-là ! Frais qu'ils ne me chargent pas à cause de mon Profit Jeunesse... sauf que ya un 1,75$ qui est allé dans leurs poches en quelque part, et cé pas aujourd'hui que je commence à me faire fourrer par ma caisse...
Alors demain matin je me pitche là-bas récupérer mon dû.
Ensuite de ça on a fait notre présentation orale de Projet aujourd'hui, et franchement, je trouve qu'on s'en est très très bien tirées. J'irais même jusqu'à dire qu'on a été les meilleures des 3 groupes.
Le Projet est presque fini, maintenant.
Plus que 2 semaines, et cé tout !
Saturday, April 06, 2002
She's taking her time
Makin' up the reasons
To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows
From the smiles and the look in their eyes
Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one
They're saying
Mama never loved her much
And Daddy never keeps in touch
That's why she shies away from human affection
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bag for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right
Kind of pilot to come
And she'll say to him
I would fly to the moon and back
If you'll be
If you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So would you be my baby
She can't remember a time
When she felt needed
If love was red then she was colorblind
All her friends they've been tried for treasons
And crimes that were never defined
She's saying
Love is like a barren place
And reaching out for human faith is
It's like a journey I just don't have a map for
So baby's gonna take a dive
And push the shift to overdrive
Send the signal that she's hanging all her hopes on the stars
What a pleasant dream
She's saying
I would fly to the moon and back
If you'll be
If you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So would you be my baby
Mama never loved her much
And Daddy never keeps in touch
That's why she shies away from human affection
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bag for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right
Kind of pilot to come
And she'll say to him
I would fly to the moon and back
If you'll be
If you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So would you be my baby
I would fly to the moon and back
If you'll be
If you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So won't you be my baby ?
Makin' up the reasons
To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows
From the smiles and the look in their eyes
Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one
They're saying
Mama never loved her much
And Daddy never keeps in touch
That's why she shies away from human affection
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bag for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right
Kind of pilot to come
And she'll say to him
I would fly to the moon and back
If you'll be
If you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So would you be my baby
She can't remember a time
When she felt needed
If love was red then she was colorblind
All her friends they've been tried for treasons
And crimes that were never defined
She's saying
Love is like a barren place
And reaching out for human faith is
It's like a journey I just don't have a map for
So baby's gonna take a dive
And push the shift to overdrive
Send the signal that she's hanging all her hopes on the stars
What a pleasant dream
She's saying
I would fly to the moon and back
If you'll be
If you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So would you be my baby
Mama never loved her much
And Daddy never keeps in touch
That's why she shies away from human affection
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bag for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right
Kind of pilot to come
And she'll say to him
I would fly to the moon and back
If you'll be
If you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So would you be my baby
I would fly to the moon and back
If you'll be
If you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So won't you be my baby ?
I tell ya, things like that only happen to me !
Went to work this morning, and my boss let me leave at 10:45. Which was 15 minutes before the ceremony at the church started. I ran to the phone and called my mother on her cell phone - but she had already turned it off.
I couldn't stay at the restaurant until the ceremony was over - I would've looked like a total jerk. So I decided I'd walk home - and call my mother every 15 minutes. So I walked.
And walked, and walked, and walked some more.
Called my mom at 11:30. Left a message.
Called my mom at 11:45. Left another message.
Called my mom at 12:00. Left a new message.
All the while I kept walking, and it was getting cold, and my feet hurt and I needed to go to the bathroom.
I called my mom at 12:10, and then she answered.
My father and my step-sister came to pick me up. Know where I was by then (it was 12:30) ? Two houses away from my home.
Anyway, so I arrived there, I was litterally frozen, and for like 5-10 minutes I just sat around and shivered. My mother got me a coffee.
I kept my coat on the whole time, and eventually even took my mother's scarf. I was so cold - and I still am, actually.
And I am still dead tired.
Went to work this morning, and my boss let me leave at 10:45. Which was 15 minutes before the ceremony at the church started. I ran to the phone and called my mother on her cell phone - but she had already turned it off.
I couldn't stay at the restaurant until the ceremony was over - I would've looked like a total jerk. So I decided I'd walk home - and call my mother every 15 minutes. So I walked.
And walked, and walked, and walked some more.
Called my mom at 11:30. Left a message.
Called my mom at 11:45. Left another message.
Called my mom at 12:00. Left a new message.
All the while I kept walking, and it was getting cold, and my feet hurt and I needed to go to the bathroom.
I called my mom at 12:10, and then she answered.
My father and my step-sister came to pick me up. Know where I was by then (it was 12:30) ? Two houses away from my home.
Anyway, so I arrived there, I was litterally frozen, and for like 5-10 minutes I just sat around and shivered. My mother got me a coffee.
I kept my coat on the whole time, and eventually even took my mother's scarf. I was so cold - and I still am, actually.
And I am still dead tired.
How, um... I don't exactly know what adjective to use here.
I have an uncle who's married to an English woman, and she can't speak French (although she apparently understands it a little). I don't know if I'll make it in time for the reception, but if I do, my parents are gonna want me to show off my E n g l i s h.
Can you believe it ?
Because apparently, I am one of the best in English in my family.
The difference is that I hope to be able to practice my English (the only person I can speak it with for now is from Thailand. This meaning English is her 3rd language and she speaks with this terrible, terrible accent.). But I'm not sure I'll speak much if the whole family is waiting to see how good I really am.
Anyways.
At least (I think) we can cancel the bombs and guns that were ordered for World War III.
My father is still talking to me.
I have an uncle who's married to an English woman, and she can't speak French (although she apparently understands it a little). I don't know if I'll make it in time for the reception, but if I do, my parents are gonna want me to show off my E n g l i s h.
Can you believe it ?
Because apparently, I am one of the best in English in my family.
The difference is that I hope to be able to practice my English (the only person I can speak it with for now is from Thailand. This meaning English is her 3rd language and she speaks with this terrible, terrible accent.). But I'm not sure I'll speak much if the whole family is waiting to see how good I really am.
Anyways.
At least (I think) we can cancel the bombs and guns that were ordered for World War III.
My father is still talking to me.
So.
Amazingly enough, my father has started talking to me again, just as he did before. Like nothing every happened.
Weird.
But hey. Maybe World War III won't happen this year.
And for the record, I shall never make fun of those who confuse right from left.
'Cuz I mixed them up driving back home, somehow, I really don't get how I ended up going to the right instead of the left, but it seems I did anyway.
And I'm dead tired, and working in 7:30 hours.
Amazingly enough, my father has started talking to me again, just as he did before. Like nothing every happened.
Weird.
But hey. Maybe World War III won't happen this year.
And for the record, I shall never make fun of those who confuse right from left.
'Cuz I mixed them up driving back home, somehow, I really don't get how I ended up going to the right instead of the left, but it seems I did anyway.
And I'm dead tired, and working in 7:30 hours.
Friday, April 05, 2002
So.
My mother tried to talk me into going this morning.
She proposed to pick me up just for the one-hour ceremony, and then drive me back to work. Which is totally ridiculous : I might as well just not work at all.
I said I would think about it : I didn't know what I'd do.
Did a freewrite during French, and decided not to.
Came back home, told my mother. Who was very disappointed, and thought I would do it for her.
So I told her that it's not about her, it's not about anyone, it's just that I do not feel that is something worth not going to work for.
Of course I can't say that to my father - who supposedly has cooled down a little.
So tomorrow I'm gonna ask to leave first (before the two others doing the dishes, that is), so if it's not too late, I'll stop by the reception for a little while.
World War III on hold for now.
My mother tried to talk me into going this morning.
She proposed to pick me up just for the one-hour ceremony, and then drive me back to work. Which is totally ridiculous : I might as well just not work at all.
I said I would think about it : I didn't know what I'd do.
Did a freewrite during French, and decided not to.
Came back home, told my mother. Who was very disappointed, and thought I would do it for her.
So I told her that it's not about her, it's not about anyone, it's just that I do not feel that is something worth not going to work for.
Of course I can't say that to my father - who supposedly has cooled down a little.
So tomorrow I'm gonna ask to leave first (before the two others doing the dishes, that is), so if it's not too late, I'll stop by the reception for a little while.
World War III on hold for now.
Thursday, April 04, 2002
So. As I was saying just minutes ago before my computer crashed.
We have a nice little ambiance over here, let me tell ya that.
My father is sulking, I think. And/or ignoring me. Just like I do sometimes when I'm mad at someone, except that he's 47. Okay, I'm 18, I'm not a child anymore, but I am not the most mature person there is on earth either. And if one of us is going to be a big baby and shut down dialogue, it should be me, not him.
But it's funny, in some way.
He hasn't said a word to me since I got back home.
And when the phone rang, and he answered, and it was for me, he put it on the table next to him so I'd pick it up. Instead of handing it to me.
I'm not even sure he so much as looked at me tonight.
Sad how I don't feel bad because of it.
I hoped to just come online for a few minutes, write my thing here and run in my room to go to sleep fast to avoid my mother, who I knew wanted to talk to me... But she came down in the basement with me and asked me what I was gonna do.
I didn't know just a few hours ago, but as I typed my entry for my OD, it became clear. I am not going.
It's not that I wanna make my father mad, it's not that I enjoy defying authority or anything, it's not that I wanna make my parents look bad, it's not that I am a heartless, unsensitive, egotistical bitch (or maybe I am and that's exactly what this is), it's just that I can't take the day off.
How nice would it be to tell my boss the day before ? Plus I went there yesterday to ask not to work next Saturday. And anyways, I want to work. I can use the money, and... I just don't feel like going anyway.
My mother said she would pay me my work day if that was the problem. She really doesn't get it.
I'm sorry for her though. She's stuck between us two. Because my father won't talk to me, and he expects her to talk me into going.
And that's another thing that reinforces my decision not to go. He isn't even able to talk to me. He doesn't care why I don't wanna go, he just wants me to because.
I am sorry, but I do not feel like I owe anything to my grandfather, nor to any member of my father's family.
"Do it for your father."
I am sorry, but did he ever go somewhere he didn't wanna go for me ?
No.
He prefered staying home watching TV rather than coming to one of my concerts, for example.
Is it really worse if I'd rather work than go to his father's funeral ?
I will not be pretending that I care.
I refuse to be a fake person - everyone who knows me should know how much I hate anything that is even slightly fake.
I want people to be true and honest with me. If I feel they're being fake, I'll be mad.
I try to be as honest and true to people as I can. And I feel horrible when I am not.
Overall, I feel I owe myself to be true to myself.
I just wish it were easier.
I will ask my mother tomorrow if there's gonna be some family reunion afterwards, in which case I'll use a car to go to work, bring suitable clothes, get changed after my shift and drop by. That I don't mind.
I just won't put my life on hold even for a minute for them. I am not a part of their lives, and I've built my life without 'em. I do not need 'em.
I can't even guarantee that my grandfather remembered my name.
We have a nice little ambiance over here, let me tell ya that.
My father is sulking, I think. And/or ignoring me. Just like I do sometimes when I'm mad at someone, except that he's 47. Okay, I'm 18, I'm not a child anymore, but I am not the most mature person there is on earth either. And if one of us is going to be a big baby and shut down dialogue, it should be me, not him.
But it's funny, in some way.
He hasn't said a word to me since I got back home.
And when the phone rang, and he answered, and it was for me, he put it on the table next to him so I'd pick it up. Instead of handing it to me.
I'm not even sure he so much as looked at me tonight.
Sad how I don't feel bad because of it.
I hoped to just come online for a few minutes, write my thing here and run in my room to go to sleep fast to avoid my mother, who I knew wanted to talk to me... But she came down in the basement with me and asked me what I was gonna do.
I didn't know just a few hours ago, but as I typed my entry for my OD, it became clear. I am not going.
It's not that I wanna make my father mad, it's not that I enjoy defying authority or anything, it's not that I wanna make my parents look bad, it's not that I am a heartless, unsensitive, egotistical bitch (or maybe I am and that's exactly what this is), it's just that I can't take the day off.
How nice would it be to tell my boss the day before ? Plus I went there yesterday to ask not to work next Saturday. And anyways, I want to work. I can use the money, and... I just don't feel like going anyway.
My mother said she would pay me my work day if that was the problem. She really doesn't get it.
I'm sorry for her though. She's stuck between us two. Because my father won't talk to me, and he expects her to talk me into going.
And that's another thing that reinforces my decision not to go. He isn't even able to talk to me. He doesn't care why I don't wanna go, he just wants me to because.
I am sorry, but I do not feel like I owe anything to my grandfather, nor to any member of my father's family.
"Do it for your father."
I am sorry, but did he ever go somewhere he didn't wanna go for me ?
No.
He prefered staying home watching TV rather than coming to one of my concerts, for example.
Is it really worse if I'd rather work than go to his father's funeral ?
I will not be pretending that I care.
I refuse to be a fake person - everyone who knows me should know how much I hate anything that is even slightly fake.
I want people to be true and honest with me. If I feel they're being fake, I'll be mad.
I try to be as honest and true to people as I can. And I feel horrible when I am not.
Overall, I feel I owe myself to be true to myself.
I just wish it were easier.
I will ask my mother tomorrow if there's gonna be some family reunion afterwards, in which case I'll use a car to go to work, bring suitable clothes, get changed after my shift and drop by. That I don't mind.
I just won't put my life on hold even for a minute for them. I am not a part of their lives, and I've built my life without 'em. I do not need 'em.
I can't even guarantee that my grandfather remembered my name.
Tuesday, April 02, 2002
Ah mais merde ! J'en trouve pas, des foutus photos pour mon oral ! Yen n'a nulle part, et le ¾ des liens que je trouve ne fonctionnent plus ! Chiant !
En fait, oui, j'ai trouvé une photo qui serait relativement intéressante. D'après sa description, en tk, parce que la foutu photo veut pas loader !
Chtécoeurée de ce maudit projet-là !
En fait, oui, j'ai trouvé une photo qui serait relativement intéressante. D'après sa description, en tk, parce que la foutu photo veut pas loader !
Chtécoeurée de ce maudit projet-là !
Monday, April 01, 2002
Dodo.
Je me déconnecte et je m'en vais me coucher.
J'espère que je ferai pas encore de l'insomnie ce soir...
Savez-vous quoi, je viens de me rendre compte que je vais rusher pour l'examen de philo demain matin, tellement je connais pas la matière... D'un autre côté, j'ai jamais eu besoin de suivre mes cours de philo pour faire les examens. Je me dis que, étant douée d'une capacité à raisonner de manière assez logique de temps en temps, je ne peux pas couler ce cours-là. Et je ne veux pas de résultat écoeurant, je veux juste passer, alors... Je devrais m'en tirer, finalement.
Je me déconnecte et je m'en vais me coucher.
J'espère que je ferai pas encore de l'insomnie ce soir...
Savez-vous quoi, je viens de me rendre compte que je vais rusher pour l'examen de philo demain matin, tellement je connais pas la matière... D'un autre côté, j'ai jamais eu besoin de suivre mes cours de philo pour faire les examens. Je me dis que, étant douée d'une capacité à raisonner de manière assez logique de temps en temps, je ne peux pas couler ce cours-là. Et je ne veux pas de résultat écoeurant, je veux juste passer, alors... Je devrais m'en tirer, finalement.
Non mais ya du monde qu'on dirait qui font exprès !
Mon horaire du lundi, il est dégueulasse, ok, 3 hres de philo, 1 hre de lousse, et 4 hres pour le Projet. En plus demain c'est un examen de philo, cé ben pire !
Alors pourquoi je devrais prendre ma seule heure de trou pour rencontrer mes partners de Projet, surtout quand on a 4 hres tout de suite après pour se jaser de tout ça ? Non, j'ai pas l'intention de passer 5 heures à travailler là-dessus, j'ai pas la concentration pour, et euh, c'est peut-être juste moi, mais pendant ma seule heure de trou, j'aimerais ça manger et relaxer un peu et passer du temps avec mes amis ! J'en demande vraiment trop ???
Je comprends vraiment pas à quoi ça servirait de se rencontrer avant le cours anyway.
Et non, j'ai pas l'intention de me pointer là demain, j'ai d'autres priorités, comme ma santé mentale, par exemple !
Ça me dérange pas d'écourter mes heures de diner quand c'est vraiment important, pour un rapport de lab en équipe quand c'est le trou que j'ai en commun avec mon/ma/mes partners, ou même pour le Projet si c'est quelque chose qu'on pourra pas faire pendant la période de cours.
Mais là, je vois vraiment pas.
J'ai tu hâte qu'il soit fini, moi, ce foutu cours-là ?
Plus que 4 semaines...
Mon horaire du lundi, il est dégueulasse, ok, 3 hres de philo, 1 hre de lousse, et 4 hres pour le Projet. En plus demain c'est un examen de philo, cé ben pire !
Alors pourquoi je devrais prendre ma seule heure de trou pour rencontrer mes partners de Projet, surtout quand on a 4 hres tout de suite après pour se jaser de tout ça ? Non, j'ai pas l'intention de passer 5 heures à travailler là-dessus, j'ai pas la concentration pour, et euh, c'est peut-être juste moi, mais pendant ma seule heure de trou, j'aimerais ça manger et relaxer un peu et passer du temps avec mes amis ! J'en demande vraiment trop ???
Je comprends vraiment pas à quoi ça servirait de se rencontrer avant le cours anyway.
Et non, j'ai pas l'intention de me pointer là demain, j'ai d'autres priorités, comme ma santé mentale, par exemple !
Ça me dérange pas d'écourter mes heures de diner quand c'est vraiment important, pour un rapport de lab en équipe quand c'est le trou que j'ai en commun avec mon/ma/mes partners, ou même pour le Projet si c'est quelque chose qu'on pourra pas faire pendant la période de cours.
Mais là, je vois vraiment pas.
J'ai tu hâte qu'il soit fini, moi, ce foutu cours-là ?
Plus que 4 semaines...
Il est celui que je voulais
Comme venu d'un long voyage
Il n'est vainqueur de personne
En tout cas, il a ce courage
De ne prétendre à rien
Que de me suivre où que j'aille
Avec mes peurs et mes failles
Quand je n'sais plus mon chemin
Il est celui que je voulais
Et dont je suivrai la trace
Il sait que ces bras me suffisent
Pour savoir où est ma place
Et trouver l'équilibre
Etre sereine quand il est là
A quoi sert d'être libre
Si ce n'est vivre que pour soi
A quoi sert d'être libre
Si ce n'est vivre que pour soi
Il est la force, il est le calme
Il est celui que j'attendais
Il est la main, il est l'épaule
Il est celui que je voulais
Que je voulais
Il est celui que je voulais
Comme tout au bout d'un long voyage
Après avoir tout traversé
Une île où l'on fait naufrage
Enfin se laisser aimer
Et faire un peu route ensemble
Sans qu'il demande en échange
Que je sois celle qu'il voulait
D'être la force, d'être le calme
ou d'être celle qu'il attendait
Il est la main, il est l'épaule
Il est celui que je voulais
Que je voulais
Que je voulais
Il est la force, il est le calme
Il est celui que j'attendais
Il est l'amour, il est la trace
Il est celui que je suivrai
Que je suivrai
Comme venu d'un long voyage
Il n'est vainqueur de personne
En tout cas, il a ce courage
De ne prétendre à rien
Que de me suivre où que j'aille
Avec mes peurs et mes failles
Quand je n'sais plus mon chemin
Il est celui que je voulais
Et dont je suivrai la trace
Il sait que ces bras me suffisent
Pour savoir où est ma place
Et trouver l'équilibre
Etre sereine quand il est là
A quoi sert d'être libre
Si ce n'est vivre que pour soi
A quoi sert d'être libre
Si ce n'est vivre que pour soi
Il est la force, il est le calme
Il est celui que j'attendais
Il est la main, il est l'épaule
Il est celui que je voulais
Que je voulais
Il est celui que je voulais
Comme tout au bout d'un long voyage
Après avoir tout traversé
Une île où l'on fait naufrage
Enfin se laisser aimer
Et faire un peu route ensemble
Sans qu'il demande en échange
Que je sois celle qu'il voulait
D'être la force, d'être le calme
ou d'être celle qu'il attendait
Il est la main, il est l'épaule
Il est celui que je voulais
Que je voulais
Que je voulais
Il est la force, il est le calme
Il est celui que j'attendais
Il est l'amour, il est la trace
Il est celui que je suivrai
Que je suivrai
So I eventually fell asleep last night. But not before at least 11:30. At very least.
Usually, when I can't sleep, I get up for a minute or two, just to walk around the house and then I fall asleep as soon as I put my head on the pillow. Didn't work last night.
And I couldn't breathe, damn it, and aaaaaargh !
I hate insomnia.
I have to be leaving now for rehearsal, and I'm already tired. Wait till tonight... :)
Usually, when I can't sleep, I get up for a minute or two, just to walk around the house and then I fall asleep as soon as I put my head on the pillow. Didn't work last night.
And I couldn't breathe, damn it, and aaaaaargh !
I hate insomnia.
I have to be leaving now for rehearsal, and I'm already tired. Wait till tonight... :)
Sunday, March 31, 2002
For God's sake, I've been trying to sleep for an hour now, and it's not working ! (in case you weren't sure and thought I was sleep-typing or something)
I hate insomnia. I'm real glad it's only occasionnal, but I hate it.
I hate this freakin' song playing in my head, and I keep thinking and they aren't positive thoughts, and damn it, I want to sleep !!!
I hate insomnia. I'm real glad it's only occasionnal, but I hate it.
I hate this freakin' song playing in my head, and I keep thinking and they aren't positive thoughts, and damn it, I want to sleep !!!
oh mon dieu mais c'est une joke !!!
ya vraiment une toune sur la soundtrack de Cindy 2002 qui a été calquée sur une chansons de Julie Masse !!! Et je le sais parce que c'était ma chansons préférée quand j'étais au primaire... Ça s'appelait... ça s'appelait Dans les rues de nos cités. C'est absolument et rigoureusement le même air ! Drôle, je vous dis, mais drôle !!!!
ya vraiment une toune sur la soundtrack de Cindy 2002 qui a été calquée sur une chansons de Julie Masse !!! Et je le sais parce que c'était ma chansons préférée quand j'étais au primaire... Ça s'appelait... ça s'appelait Dans les rues de nos cités. C'est absolument et rigoureusement le même air ! Drôle, je vous dis, mais drôle !!!!
Non mais !!!
Ai commencé à faire mon rapport de physique après-midi, et c'est vraiment pas drôle, nos deux valeurs de f.é.m. n'ont pas de domaine compatible ! Aucun, comme dans du tout, comme dans zip, comme dans nul, comme dans 0 ! (comme dans ce que vaut le foutu cours de physique in my opinion.)
Pour continuer de chialer, je trouve vraiment pas ça drôle ! Quelque chose comme 2,85% d'écart entre les valeurs, et maintenant, il faut que je trouve une justification quelconque (ouf, pendant 5 secondes, je me souvenais plus comment écrire ce mot-là... cé grave, rien que dans les 2 dernières semaines, j'ai oublié mon âge et j'ai entendu des voix... je l'ai déjà dit, mais : encore quelques années comme ça et je suis sur les médicaments :)) pour la non-compatibilité de nos valeurs, et je sais vraiment pas quoi dire ! C'est toutes des données qu'on a obtenues par simple lecture d'instruments numériques ! Quesse que je suis supposée dire, moi ?
Et est-ce que j'ai besoin de vous dire à quel point ça arrive jamais, ça, que les domaines des valeurs soient non-compatibles ? Est-ce que j'ai besoin de spécifier que c'est la première fois que ça arrive depuis que je suis au cégep, ce qui comprend : 3 cours de chimie (bon, ok, pour le dernier, on ne faisait pas les incertitudes, mais quand même) et 2½ cours de physique ! Et oui, à la session passée, nos valeurs marchaient, sinon je m'en souviendrais, vu que c'est toujours moi qui écrivait les rapports - et pis de toute façon Marketing connaissait rien aux incertitudes.
Alors d'accord, cé le fun reprendre ce cours-là si ça me permet d'avoir des 83% aux examens, mais c'est beaucoup moins drôle quand les rapports de lab deviennent compliqués !
Ai commencé à faire mon rapport de physique après-midi, et c'est vraiment pas drôle, nos deux valeurs de f.é.m. n'ont pas de domaine compatible ! Aucun, comme dans du tout, comme dans zip, comme dans nul, comme dans 0 ! (comme dans ce que vaut le foutu cours de physique in my opinion.)
Pour continuer de chialer, je trouve vraiment pas ça drôle ! Quelque chose comme 2,85% d'écart entre les valeurs, et maintenant, il faut que je trouve une justification quelconque (ouf, pendant 5 secondes, je me souvenais plus comment écrire ce mot-là... cé grave, rien que dans les 2 dernières semaines, j'ai oublié mon âge et j'ai entendu des voix... je l'ai déjà dit, mais : encore quelques années comme ça et je suis sur les médicaments :)) pour la non-compatibilité de nos valeurs, et je sais vraiment pas quoi dire ! C'est toutes des données qu'on a obtenues par simple lecture d'instruments numériques ! Quesse que je suis supposée dire, moi ?
Et est-ce que j'ai besoin de vous dire à quel point ça arrive jamais, ça, que les domaines des valeurs soient non-compatibles ? Est-ce que j'ai besoin de spécifier que c'est la première fois que ça arrive depuis que je suis au cégep, ce qui comprend : 3 cours de chimie (bon, ok, pour le dernier, on ne faisait pas les incertitudes, mais quand même) et 2½ cours de physique ! Et oui, à la session passée, nos valeurs marchaient, sinon je m'en souviendrais, vu que c'est toujours moi qui écrivait les rapports - et pis de toute façon Marketing connaissait rien aux incertitudes.
Alors d'accord, cé le fun reprendre ce cours-là si ça me permet d'avoir des 83% aux examens, mais c'est beaucoup moins drôle quand les rapports de lab deviennent compliqués !
Bon, jusqu'à maintenant, cé pas la meilleure soundtrack du siècle, mais bon...
Je garde au fond de moi mes blessures
Je suis marquée au fer
Si je me cogne la tête contre les murs
Laissez-moi faire
Quand on m'appelle rebelle
Je fais la grimace
Je joue la dure
Je cultive mon allure
C'est ma carapace
C'est mon armure
Cherchez sous la surface
La raison pour laquelle
On m'apelle rebelle
Rebelle, rebelle
Comme les chats qui courent dans les ruelles
J'apelle au secours
J'ai envie d'amour
Et d'être belle
Et c'est pour ça qu'on m'appelle rebelle
Je garde au fond de moi mes blessures
Je suis marquée au fer
Si je me cogne la tête contre les murs
Laissez-moi faire
Quand on m'appelle rebelle
Je fais la grimace
Je joue la dure
Je cultive mon allure
C'est ma carapace
C'est mon armure
Cherchez sous la surface
La raison pour laquelle
On m'apelle rebelle
Rebelle, rebelle
Comme les chats qui courent dans les ruelles
J'apelle au secours
J'ai envie d'amour
Et d'être belle
Et c'est pour ça qu'on m'appelle rebelle
J'étais en retard
Ou toi en avance
Sur nos sentiments
Est-ce qu'il est trop tard ?
Puisque le temps déssèche tout
Et puisqu'on aime tellement peu
Moi je veux
Un amour à nous
De l'amour le mieux
Pouvoir faire de nous
Le souvenir le plus précieux
Moi je veux de l'amour
Qu'on donne avant d'être trop vieux
De l'amour qu'un homme
Qu'un homme sait faire de son mieux
Moi je veux de l'amour
Qu'on crie
Vous remplit les yeux
De l'amour d'une vie
De l'amour le mieux
Ya des cailloux partout sur terre
Si chacun brille à sa manière
Seuls les diamants sont solitaires
Ou toi en avance
Sur nos sentiments
Est-ce qu'il est trop tard ?
Puisque le temps déssèche tout
Et puisqu'on aime tellement peu
Moi je veux
Un amour à nous
De l'amour le mieux
Pouvoir faire de nous
Le souvenir le plus précieux
Moi je veux de l'amour
Qu'on donne avant d'être trop vieux
De l'amour qu'un homme
Qu'un homme sait faire de son mieux
Moi je veux de l'amour
Qu'on crie
Vous remplit les yeux
De l'amour d'une vie
De l'amour le mieux
Ya des cailloux partout sur terre
Si chacun brille à sa manière
Seuls les diamants sont solitaires
Happy Easter to all !
J'ai reçu le CD de Natasha St-Pier et celui de Cindy 2002 - qui est d'ailleurs mieux d'être bon, les critiques en ont pas vraiment fait l'éloge... Whatever.
Savez-vous ce que j'ai fait ce matin ? J'ai dormi. Jusqu'à 8:30. Vous vous rendez compte ? Ça fait des mois que ça m'est pas arrivé ! Cé la grasse matinée !
Et je vais passer ma journée à essayer de trouver ce que je peux ben faire avec le maudit jeu du Louvre qui rit de moi... j'avais trouvé quelque chose à essayer hier, mais j'ai oublié depuis. J'aurais dû l'essayer hier soir, mais je commençais à me dire que ça serait le fun que j'en revienne éventuellement...
J'ai oublié si j'ai parlé d'Atlantis II ici ? Sinon, en tk, je suis vraiment pas rendu loin, mais cé vraiment très drôle, j'ai rencontré Frère Finbar, qui ne sait articuler que : «nnnngh ! nnnnngh !» Vraiment très drôle, j'arrête pas de le faire parler juste pour me divertir. C'est pas très marketing, je le sais, j'imagine qu'il faudrait que j'essaie de m'avancer dans le jeu à la place, mais que voulez-vous, des gens entertainants de même, on n'en rencontre pas à tous les jours !
Ah, shit, aujourd'hui il faudrait aussi que je fasse mon rapport de physique... et ce que j'ai à faire en français - je sais plus c'est quoi, mais je crois pas que ça soit long....... Il faut vraiment que je fasse tout ça aujourd'hui vu que demain la pratique pour la comédie est de 9hres à 6hres, alors je compte pas trop là-dessus !
J'ai reçu le CD de Natasha St-Pier et celui de Cindy 2002 - qui est d'ailleurs mieux d'être bon, les critiques en ont pas vraiment fait l'éloge... Whatever.
Savez-vous ce que j'ai fait ce matin ? J'ai dormi. Jusqu'à 8:30. Vous vous rendez compte ? Ça fait des mois que ça m'est pas arrivé ! Cé la grasse matinée !
Et je vais passer ma journée à essayer de trouver ce que je peux ben faire avec le maudit jeu du Louvre qui rit de moi... j'avais trouvé quelque chose à essayer hier, mais j'ai oublié depuis. J'aurais dû l'essayer hier soir, mais je commençais à me dire que ça serait le fun que j'en revienne éventuellement...
J'ai oublié si j'ai parlé d'Atlantis II ici ? Sinon, en tk, je suis vraiment pas rendu loin, mais cé vraiment très drôle, j'ai rencontré Frère Finbar, qui ne sait articuler que : «nnnngh ! nnnnngh !» Vraiment très drôle, j'arrête pas de le faire parler juste pour me divertir. C'est pas très marketing, je le sais, j'imagine qu'il faudrait que j'essaie de m'avancer dans le jeu à la place, mais que voulez-vous, des gens entertainants de même, on n'en rencontre pas à tous les jours !
Ah, shit, aujourd'hui il faudrait aussi que je fasse mon rapport de physique... et ce que j'ai à faire en français - je sais plus c'est quoi, mais je crois pas que ça soit long....... Il faut vraiment que je fasse tout ça aujourd'hui vu que demain la pratique pour la comédie est de 9hres à 6hres, alors je compte pas trop là-dessus !
Saturday, March 30, 2002
Conversation has a time and a place
In the interaction of a lover and a mate,
But the time of talking,
using symbols, using words
Can be likened to a deep sea diver
Who is swimming with a raincoat
Come stand a little bit closer
Breathe in and get a bit higher
You'll never know what hit you
When I get to you
Ooh, I want you
I don't know if I need you
But, ooh, I'd die to find out
Ooh, I want you
I don't know if I need you
But, ooh, I'd die to find out
In the interaction of a lover and a mate,
But the time of talking,
using symbols, using words
Can be likened to a deep sea diver
Who is swimming with a raincoat
Come stand a little bit closer
Breathe in and get a bit higher
You'll never know what hit you
When I get to you
Ooh, I want you
I don't know if I need you
But, ooh, I'd die to find out
Ooh, I want you
I don't know if I need you
But, ooh, I'd die to find out
- Savage Garden
Arrgh !
J'arrive à rien dans Louvre : L'Ultime Malédiction ! Je suis rigoureusement ma soluce, et puis ça se passe pas du tout comme ça ! Moi dès que je bouge, ya un tapon qui se met à me crier après avant de me tuer ! Et j'commence à être tannée de mourir toujours de la même façon !
Ensuite de ça, ya une de mes lointaines... euh, tante ? grand-tante ? je sais pas exactement le lien, mais bon, cé dans la famille, qui a envoyé un e-mail pour nous souhaiter joyeuses Pâques... L'e-mail est adressé à Mom, et elle dit de saluer Nom_de_mon_père et *Roxanne*.
Ici, je vous accorde 30 secondes pour trouver qui est cette Roxanne.
Oui, vous avez trouvé.
Je m'appelle donc Roxanne, maintenant, les amis.
Non mais, ça fait quand même la deuxième fois que quelqu'un de la famille ne se souvient plus de mon nom, ça m'en fait de plus en plus à renier, ment dné, ça fait, bâtard, ça vous rentre pas dans la tête ?!?!? Cé quand même simple !
Belle famille, non ?
Quand on pense que j'ose demander aux gens de s'intéresser à moi. Je devrais peut-être commencer par leur demander de se rappeler de mon nom.
J'arrive à rien dans Louvre : L'Ultime Malédiction ! Je suis rigoureusement ma soluce, et puis ça se passe pas du tout comme ça ! Moi dès que je bouge, ya un tapon qui se met à me crier après avant de me tuer ! Et j'commence à être tannée de mourir toujours de la même façon !
Ensuite de ça, ya une de mes lointaines... euh, tante ? grand-tante ? je sais pas exactement le lien, mais bon, cé dans la famille, qui a envoyé un e-mail pour nous souhaiter joyeuses Pâques... L'e-mail est adressé à Mom, et elle dit de saluer Nom_de_mon_père et *Roxanne*.
Ici, je vous accorde 30 secondes pour trouver qui est cette Roxanne.
Oui, vous avez trouvé.
Je m'appelle donc Roxanne, maintenant, les amis.
Non mais, ça fait quand même la deuxième fois que quelqu'un de la famille ne se souvient plus de mon nom, ça m'en fait de plus en plus à renier, ment dné, ça fait, bâtard, ça vous rentre pas dans la tête ?!?!? Cé quand même simple !
Belle famille, non ?
Quand on pense que j'ose demander aux gens de s'intéresser à moi. Je devrais peut-être commencer par leur demander de se rappeler de mon nom.
Friday, March 29, 2002
According to this, the musical that represents me the most is Contact.
And #2 is... guess ?
Yep.
Aida. :)
And #2 is... guess ?
Yep.
Aida. :)
The Raven
Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some visiter,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is and nothing more.'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
'Sir,' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word 'Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as 'Nevermore.'
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered 'Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said 'Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never - nevermore.'
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking 'Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp - light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp - light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot - falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting -
'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp - light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Yeah.
How incredible is that rythm ?
Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some visiter,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is and nothing more.'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
'Sir,' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word 'Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as 'Nevermore.'
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered 'Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said 'Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never - nevermore.'
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking 'Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp - light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp - light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot - falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting -
'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp - light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Yeah.
How incredible is that rythm ?
Thursday, March 28, 2002
Come on now !
Tu étais là il y a à peine 10 minutes, tu dois être encore là !
(quoique je suis pas mal déçue, je pensais avoir retrouvé la trace de Lecteur Mystérieux et Lecteur Inconnu, mais finalement, après vérification de IP, ze m'étais trompée. mais je sais toujours pas qui tu es, petit lecteur que je couraille !)
Non mais, ça reste drôle.
J'ai fait exprès de mettre 3 alertes sur ma page pour que tout le monde signe le guestbook au moins une fois, et euh, ça a pas l'air d'être clair !
Si je me fiais juste à mon guestbook, je me dirais que ya personne qui me lit ! C'est seulement mes stats qui me disent le contraire... En tk.
Allez ! Je veux savoir qui tu es, toi !!!
Tu étais là il y a à peine 10 minutes, tu dois être encore là !
(quoique je suis pas mal déçue, je pensais avoir retrouvé la trace de Lecteur Mystérieux et Lecteur Inconnu, mais finalement, après vérification de IP, ze m'étais trompée. mais je sais toujours pas qui tu es, petit lecteur que je couraille !)
Non mais, ça reste drôle.
J'ai fait exprès de mettre 3 alertes sur ma page pour que tout le monde signe le guestbook au moins une fois, et euh, ça a pas l'air d'être clair !
Si je me fiais juste à mon guestbook, je me dirais que ya personne qui me lit ! C'est seulement mes stats qui me disent le contraire... En tk.
Allez ! Je veux savoir qui tu es, toi !!!
Which Angelina Are You?
Aucune idée si ça a du sens ou pas, mais ça fait assez souvent que je me fais dire que je ressemble à Angelina Jolie pour me motiver à faire ce test-là !!!
I am a hip critter. I showed up fasionably late with Super Mario World and have started launching your own career since then. In maybe 10-15 years, my popularity will rival Mario's. Not that I'm competing with him. He's my bud. I'm good at getting and keeping friends, and they value me for that. After all, who else would carry them on their back through ice, fire, and rain? Sometimes I think I'm taken for granted, but I know that my friends have my back. Of course they do. Who would screw over Yoshi?
Take the What
FMC Emoticon Are You?? Quiz
Funny
God.
I accepted my piano teacher's proposition to take my interpretation exams on May 25.
Why did I do that ? Just how crazy am I ? I never will make it. Ever.
That's what I was saying yesterday.
This stupid idea that if I want to, I can be ready in two months. But I can't ! I can't !
This stupid idea that I will start practicing more often and that things'll work out. They won't ! They won't !
I do such stupid things sometimes.
I accepted my piano teacher's proposition to take my interpretation exams on May 25.
Why did I do that ? Just how crazy am I ? I never will make it. Ever.
That's what I was saying yesterday.
This stupid idea that if I want to, I can be ready in two months. But I can't ! I can't !
This stupid idea that I will start practicing more often and that things'll work out. They won't ! They won't !
I do such stupid things sometimes.
Je suis encore tout à fait troublée, entre autres, que je sais toujours pas qui est-ce qui m'a appelée mardi passé... J'étais convaincue que c'était Sabrina, mais non.
Je me dis que ça doit être une fille de mon équipe pour le Projet, vu que c'est pas mal juste elles qui n'ont pas mon numéro de cell, mais j'ai pas eu vent que quelqu'un veuille me parler...
Je crois que je vais y aller avec un big giga mail... :)
Je me dis que ça doit être une fille de mon équipe pour le Projet, vu que c'est pas mal juste elles qui n'ont pas mon numéro de cell, mais j'ai pas eu vent que quelqu'un veuille me parler...
Je crois que je vais y aller avec un big giga mail... :)
Wednesday, March 27, 2002
It's all so unfair.
I can stand for myself. I can make my own moves, sometimes it's hard, but I can find the strength in myself to act, and I can communicate, and I can be strong. I should get more than those who don't. I should deserve more.
How about that girl who never does anything by herself ? The one who can't communicate with people, who's too scared to ever go forward ? Why does she get everything ? Why is it that all she has to do is go to friends, and tell them, and they'll tell her what to do, and even do it for her ? Why will she get more ?
Why must I always be the one working to get things, and never get them anyway, why I am the plagued one, why must I be the one fighting all the time ?
People like that girl should learn things too. The hard way if they have too. I've learned stuff the hard way. Why doesn't that happen to everyone ? Why do those who never do anything without others have it easy ?
No, I'm not necessarily stronger than them. No, I can't take more than them. Even if I did - why should I ?
It's not fair. Not fair. Why can't anything be fair ?
It's still all about control. Why can't I change that ?
I can stand for myself. I can make my own moves, sometimes it's hard, but I can find the strength in myself to act, and I can communicate, and I can be strong. I should get more than those who don't. I should deserve more.
How about that girl who never does anything by herself ? The one who can't communicate with people, who's too scared to ever go forward ? Why does she get everything ? Why is it that all she has to do is go to friends, and tell them, and they'll tell her what to do, and even do it for her ? Why will she get more ?
Why must I always be the one working to get things, and never get them anyway, why I am the plagued one, why must I be the one fighting all the time ?
People like that girl should learn things too. The hard way if they have too. I've learned stuff the hard way. Why doesn't that happen to everyone ? Why do those who never do anything without others have it easy ?
No, I'm not necessarily stronger than them. No, I can't take more than them. Even if I did - why should I ?
It's not fair. Not fair. Why can't anything be fair ?
It's still all about control. Why can't I change that ?
It's all about controlling things.
It's all about this idea that people put into your head as you're growing up, this idea that "you can if you want to."
Do they have any idea what effect that thinking can have ?
I'm sorry, people, but it doesn't work that way. No matter how bad you want something, it doesn't mean you'll get it. You can try as hard as you can, but there are no guarantees. Ever.
We're all said that all our lives. But it's not true.
And I hate feeling helpless.
After all, I'm strong, I'm intelligent, I can do anything.
But I can't do a thing against machines. If my car is gonna die on me in the middle of the street, it doesn't matter what I do. A machine can very well win against me.
But I can't do a thing against people. I can't change them, I can't make them do what I want them to, I can't turn them into what I think they should be.
But I can't do a thing against destiny. Remember that guy during the huge icestorm in '98 that stared at me all the time ? I never saw him again. I don't even know who he is.
But I can't do a thing against myself.
Then tell me what's left ? What can I control ? What can I do if I want to ?
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
It's all about this idea that people put into your head as you're growing up, this idea that "you can if you want to."
Do they have any idea what effect that thinking can have ?
I'm sorry, people, but it doesn't work that way. No matter how bad you want something, it doesn't mean you'll get it. You can try as hard as you can, but there are no guarantees. Ever.
We're all said that all our lives. But it's not true.
And I hate feeling helpless.
After all, I'm strong, I'm intelligent, I can do anything.
But I can't do a thing against machines. If my car is gonna die on me in the middle of the street, it doesn't matter what I do. A machine can very well win against me.
But I can't do a thing against people. I can't change them, I can't make them do what I want them to, I can't turn them into what I think they should be.
But I can't do a thing against destiny. Remember that guy during the huge icestorm in '98 that stared at me all the time ? I never saw him again. I don't even know who he is.
But I can't do a thing against myself.
Then tell me what's left ? What can I control ? What can I do if I want to ?
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
Interesting
5 (20) Fives are basically on some level estranged from the rest of the world, consequently, their mind is usually their best friend. They like to analyze things and make sense of them (that is their anchor), this makes them great inventors and philosophers. The immense inner world of fives can cause them to lose touch or interest in reality.
Not that bad.
4 (18) Fours are all about being unique and creating their own distinct culture. They experience the highs and lows of life more intensely than other types. This makes them great creative forces (artists, writers, filmmakers). Fours often feel like misplaced children, and they long for a sense of real family.
I like that too.
6 (18) Sixes are defined by anxiety. They are gifted in their ability to see the dark and light sides of life (and of people and situations around them). This insight into possible outcomes makes them useful planners. However since they are never sure what will prevail they are always on edge and cling to predictable structures/systems for peace of mind.
Hmm. Dunno.
7 (17) Sevens are optimistic thrill seekers that see life as an adventure. They are always thinking of new possibilies and adventures. This constant zest for life is often just escapism. Once things lose there fun they are no longer interested, so many projects go unfinished. Essentially, they avoid the difficulties of life because they fear being overwhelmed by them.
Avoid the difficulties of life. Well, I think I've had my share of them, shouldn't I be allowed to avoid them ?
8 (16) Eights are natural leaders. They are straight forward, direct, large personalities, that are unlikely to back down to adversity. They have a talent for motivating others. They have a strong sense of justice and are often protectors of the weak. However, they also have short fuses and can become domineering tyrants.
What's funny is how contradictory my personnality is. I confuse myself most of the time.
5 (20) Fives are basically on some level estranged from the rest of the world, consequently, their mind is usually their best friend. They like to analyze things and make sense of them (that is their anchor), this makes them great inventors and philosophers. The immense inner world of fives can cause them to lose touch or interest in reality.
Not that bad.
4 (18) Fours are all about being unique and creating their own distinct culture. They experience the highs and lows of life more intensely than other types. This makes them great creative forces (artists, writers, filmmakers). Fours often feel like misplaced children, and they long for a sense of real family.
I like that too.
6 (18) Sixes are defined by anxiety. They are gifted in their ability to see the dark and light sides of life (and of people and situations around them). This insight into possible outcomes makes them useful planners. However since they are never sure what will prevail they are always on edge and cling to predictable structures/systems for peace of mind.
Hmm. Dunno.
7 (17) Sevens are optimistic thrill seekers that see life as an adventure. They are always thinking of new possibilies and adventures. This constant zest for life is often just escapism. Once things lose there fun they are no longer interested, so many projects go unfinished. Essentially, they avoid the difficulties of life because they fear being overwhelmed by them.
Avoid the difficulties of life. Well, I think I've had my share of them, shouldn't I be allowed to avoid them ?
8 (16) Eights are natural leaders. They are straight forward, direct, large personalities, that are unlikely to back down to adversity. They have a talent for motivating others. They have a strong sense of justice and are often protectors of the weak. However, they also have short fuses and can become domineering tyrants.
What's funny is how contradictory my personnality is. I confuse myself most of the time.
Hein ?!?!?!
J'ai eu 83% en physique ! Je ne comprends pas ! Mais tellement pas !
C'est pas des jokes, j'ai rien suivi du cours d'aujourd'hui tellement j'étais sous le choc... Mais comment j'ai fait ça ? C'est une joke ? Ça n'a pas de sens ! Merde, j'ai plus que doublé le score que j'avais eu à la session passée ! Vous vous rendez compte ?????
Quatre-vingt-trois, merde, c'est quelque chose comme la meilleure note que j'ai jamais décrochée en sciences au CÉGEP !!!
J'ai eu 83% en physique ! Je ne comprends pas ! Mais tellement pas !
C'est pas des jokes, j'ai rien suivi du cours d'aujourd'hui tellement j'étais sous le choc... Mais comment j'ai fait ça ? C'est une joke ? Ça n'a pas de sens ! Merde, j'ai plus que doublé le score que j'avais eu à la session passée ! Vous vous rendez compte ?????
Quatre-vingt-trois, merde, c'est quelque chose comme la meilleure note que j'ai jamais décrochée en sciences au CÉGEP !!!
Tuesday, March 26, 2002
aaaaaaaaaaah !
I had forgotten that I'm getting my result today ! And now my last post reminded me ! I don't want my result !
I woke up at 6:30 this morning. When my first class is at 12:00 - which is physics, which is result, nooooooooooo ! Not even funny. Anyways, good news is, I have one small French text to write for tomorrow, and some work for my damn Project to do - and because it's that early, I'll have time to. And I'll have time to exercize as well. I haven't had time in two weeks to do that. I want Spring break back - no, wait, I don't. I want a relaxing Spring break.
I decided that next time I'm going to the hairdresser, I'm getting my hair dyed red. I'll have stuck to my natural color for exactly 6 months. Which is good. Before that, I was blonde for 8 months, which I think is a personnal record.
Now I want red !
I had forgotten that I'm getting my result today ! And now my last post reminded me ! I don't want my result !
I woke up at 6:30 this morning. When my first class is at 12:00 - which is physics, which is result, nooooooooooo ! Not even funny. Anyways, good news is, I have one small French text to write for tomorrow, and some work for my damn Project to do - and because it's that early, I'll have time to. And I'll have time to exercize as well. I haven't had time in two weeks to do that. I want Spring break back - no, wait, I don't. I want a relaxing Spring break.
I decided that next time I'm going to the hairdresser, I'm getting my hair dyed red. I'll have stuck to my natural color for exactly 6 months. Which is good. Before that, I was blonde for 8 months, which I think is a personnal record.
Now I want red !
Monday, March 25, 2002
Tell me now : is typing actually that hard ?
Is a text editor that complicated to use ?
I hate people getting everything done for them when no one did anything for me and I didn't get any feedback from my part of the work.
OD is down. Damn it.
Some guy said he was interested in buying my car. I think it's great, but if we do sell it and ain't got another one, either my father or I is on foot, and we both can't be !
I need a car ! I need a car !
Is a text editor that complicated to use ?
I hate people getting everything done for them when no one did anything for me and I didn't get any feedback from my part of the work.
OD is down. Damn it.
Some guy said he was interested in buying my car. I think it's great, but if we do sell it and ain't got another one, either my father or I is on foot, and we both can't be !
I need a car ! I need a car !
Sunday, March 24, 2002
Ça va mal, ça va mal, ça va mal, chu tannée, ben, ben, ben tannée, chu pu capable d'entendre parler d'Alzheimer, chu écoeurée de travailler, anyway j'y arrive pas, chu pas capable de me concentrer, ou bien tout se mélange ou bien je m'endors. D'une manière ou d'une autre, j'arrive à rien suivre et je sais toujours pas comment la maladie d'Alzheimer agit.
Câlisse, faites quelque chose !
Câlisse, faites quelque chose !
Saturday, March 23, 2002
Arrgh. J'ai vraiment soif.
Merci à l'idiot dans le fond de la salle qui vient de me crier d'aller boire quelque chose, j'y avais déjà pensé... mais il fait trop froid, je veux pas me lever... cé pas des jokes, je ne chante même pas parce que j'ai la gorge trop sèche.
AAAAAAAH j'ai pas le goût d'aller me coucher !
Oui, je sais, je m'y prends d'avance cette fois-ci, il est même pas 9:00 et je parle déjà de dormir, mais cé que je suis présentement dans une de mes phases je veux pas qu'il y ait un lendemain à aujourd'hui. C'est vraiment assez chiant des fois, mais J'AI PAS LE GOÛT !
*soupir*
Cé long, la vie.
Merci à l'idiot dans le fond de la salle qui vient de me crier d'aller boire quelque chose, j'y avais déjà pensé... mais il fait trop froid, je veux pas me lever... cé pas des jokes, je ne chante même pas parce que j'ai la gorge trop sèche.
AAAAAAAH j'ai pas le goût d'aller me coucher !
Oui, je sais, je m'y prends d'avance cette fois-ci, il est même pas 9:00 et je parle déjà de dormir, mais cé que je suis présentement dans une de mes phases je veux pas qu'il y ait un lendemain à aujourd'hui. C'est vraiment assez chiant des fois, mais J'AI PAS LE GOÛT !
*soupir*
Cé long, la vie.
Gosh I'm tired ! And my feet hurt, and by tonight I'll have a headache !
(which is what always happens after I've worked)
Plus I went to sleep at midnight last night, after having worked on my team project on Alzheimer's for about 4 hours non-stop.
And I got up at 6:00 this morning, ready to go to work.
And this afernoon I have to work some more on my project, and tomorrow it's rehearsal all day long...
You know what I felt like doing this morning ? I mean, I didn't wanna do it this morning, the idea came to me then. Mylène keeps saying how she wants to travel and go to Europe and stuff, and it honestly doesn't tempt me very much, and what I would like to do is, I would like to just get into a van with friends, and then drive all accross Canada. For one or two months. During the summer.
Ok, ok, I know it doesn't make sense, anyways I don't have a van, and that must cost a ton of money, especially with the fuel price nowadays, but I'd really like to do that. I can just imagine myself with my ton of maps of each province, and just driving and driving...
I guess my parents wouldn't let me though. Although they couldn't stop me if I were to leave with my own car - assuming that I do own a car before the end of the year... and that would have to be a reliable one this time, 'cuz traveling with my old car isn't too grand an idea.
And yes, I need to be the one driving. I wanna feel like I'm doing something, not just being carried from a place to another.
Yep, this is something I'd like to do one day.
(which is what always happens after I've worked)
Plus I went to sleep at midnight last night, after having worked on my team project on Alzheimer's for about 4 hours non-stop.
And I got up at 6:00 this morning, ready to go to work.
And this afernoon I have to work some more on my project, and tomorrow it's rehearsal all day long...
You know what I felt like doing this morning ? I mean, I didn't wanna do it this morning, the idea came to me then. Mylène keeps saying how she wants to travel and go to Europe and stuff, and it honestly doesn't tempt me very much, and what I would like to do is, I would like to just get into a van with friends, and then drive all accross Canada. For one or two months. During the summer.
Ok, ok, I know it doesn't make sense, anyways I don't have a van, and that must cost a ton of money, especially with the fuel price nowadays, but I'd really like to do that. I can just imagine myself with my ton of maps of each province, and just driving and driving...
I guess my parents wouldn't let me though. Although they couldn't stop me if I were to leave with my own car - assuming that I do own a car before the end of the year... and that would have to be a reliable one this time, 'cuz traveling with my old car isn't too grand an idea.
And yes, I need to be the one driving. I wanna feel like I'm doing something, not just being carried from a place to another.
Yep, this is something I'd like to do one day.
Thursday, March 21, 2002
Savez-vous quoi ?
C'est vraiment rendu grave mon affaire.
Je suis vraiment rendu dyslexique, je mélange les lettres et les mots, j'essaie de lire trop vite et je suis pas concentrée. Ça, ça peut aller. Mais là, c'est rendu que je mélange les si et les ré, les do et les mi, en clef de fa, et les si et les sol, les mi et les do en clef de sol ! Les mi et les do, j'ai toujours eu de la misère, mais là, cé horrible ! J'arrive plus à lire la musique !
Encore quelques années comme ça et je vais être sur les médicaments.
C'est vraiment rendu grave mon affaire.
Je suis vraiment rendu dyslexique, je mélange les lettres et les mots, j'essaie de lire trop vite et je suis pas concentrée. Ça, ça peut aller. Mais là, c'est rendu que je mélange les si et les ré, les do et les mi, en clef de fa, et les si et les sol, les mi et les do en clef de sol ! Les mi et les do, j'ai toujours eu de la misère, mais là, cé horrible ! J'arrive plus à lire la musique !
Encore quelques années comme ça et je vais être sur les médicaments.
Wednesday, March 20, 2002
This is getting confusing. I don't know what language to use anymore. It's hard to find a balance.
I have a ton of CD's to burn.
I want a day for myself. Tomorrow I have no school, but I will spend the day working on my school Project. 4 texts to write for Friday, 2 of which I haven't gathered any information about yet. That should make my day interesting. And may I remind you I have an appointment to get my hair cut, and a piano lesson - that meaning I need to practice, I haven't gotten a chance to do that in lightyears.
I need to go shopping. I need to find time to go shopping.
And I need to have time to find myself another car.
I need more than 24 hours a day.
I have a ton of CD's to burn.
I want a day for myself. Tomorrow I have no school, but I will spend the day working on my school Project. 4 texts to write for Friday, 2 of which I haven't gathered any information about yet. That should make my day interesting. And may I remind you I have an appointment to get my hair cut, and a piano lesson - that meaning I need to practice, I haven't gotten a chance to do that in lightyears.
I need to go shopping. I need to find time to go shopping.
And I need to have time to find myself another car.
I need more than 24 hours a day.
Tuesday, March 19, 2002
Stats studying didn't get me too far last night. I still have like 5 pages to read, and then I need to re-read my whole notes 'cuz I haven't memorized a thing. I think I'll flunk the class. I so don't give a damn about it all.
Watched The Americam Embassy last night. Don't you think it's funny when people are supposed to speak French as a first language and they make mistakes ?
Or, I remember an episode of Two guys and a girl where two girls were supposed to be French and having a French conversation, and they were just talking gibberish. Funny.
Okay, now I'm going upstairs, getting dressed, and studying my stats until I have to leave.
Oh, and screw snow.
Watched The Americam Embassy last night. Don't you think it's funny when people are supposed to speak French as a first language and they make mistakes ?
Or, I remember an episode of Two guys and a girl where two girls were supposed to be French and having a French conversation, and they were just talking gibberish. Funny.
Okay, now I'm going upstairs, getting dressed, and studying my stats until I have to leave.
Oh, and screw snow.
Monday, March 18, 2002
Longue journée...
Ça m'a tellement pris 1:20 hre revenir chez moi. Pour moi on va avoir de la neige, hein ? *yeux au ciel*
Ah, j'ai des stats à étudier pour demain, j'ai tellement pas le goût. C'est vraiment pathétique que même la veille d'un examen je ne sois pas capable de me motiver à étudier rien qu'un tout petit peu. Quoique j'ai lu la moitié de mes notes ce matin en philo. Et c'est d'ailleurs seulement là que j'ai su quelle était la différence entre une variable discrète et continue, ce qui est quand même assez basique, comme concept. Mais bon. Cé poche les stats.
Voilà pourquoi je devrais étudier pour ne pas les pocher et devoir les reprendre. Suis déjà assez frustrée de même de reprendre physique, là...
*soupir*
Je vais aller faire ça là. D'ici 15 minutes, um, mettons 20. Mettons 30, pour être safe.
Ah, et mes mains se portent beaucoup mieux, merci beaucoup.
J'ai aussi fait un peu de bitchage aujourd'hui. Ça libère, je vous jure.
Ça m'a tellement pris 1:20 hre revenir chez moi. Pour moi on va avoir de la neige, hein ? *yeux au ciel*
Ah, j'ai des stats à étudier pour demain, j'ai tellement pas le goût. C'est vraiment pathétique que même la veille d'un examen je ne sois pas capable de me motiver à étudier rien qu'un tout petit peu. Quoique j'ai lu la moitié de mes notes ce matin en philo. Et c'est d'ailleurs seulement là que j'ai su quelle était la différence entre une variable discrète et continue, ce qui est quand même assez basique, comme concept. Mais bon. Cé poche les stats.
Voilà pourquoi je devrais étudier pour ne pas les pocher et devoir les reprendre. Suis déjà assez frustrée de même de reprendre physique, là...
*soupir*
Je vais aller faire ça là. D'ici 15 minutes, um, mettons 20. Mettons 30, pour être safe.
Ah, et mes mains se portent beaucoup mieux, merci beaucoup.
J'ai aussi fait un peu de bitchage aujourd'hui. Ça libère, je vous jure.
Sunday, March 17, 2002
Scene I
The scene takes place in the school's cafeteria. A few tables are pushed to the sides. There are plastics sheets on the floor, as well as Scott Towels rolls and other unidentified pieces of junk. There are 6 tall cylinders and about 10 students apparently working on them. They're wearing old jeans and T-Shirts, and they have white stains all over their clothes and body.
Boy I (dipping a sheet of Scott Towel in a thick, white liquid) That glue is disgusting to touch.
Girl I It's only water and flour.
Boy II And probably some kind of glue, huh ?
Girl I (confused) Um... yeah.
Girl II It gets all stuck up on my hands.
Boy I And you're gonna just love washing it off. It takes lightyears.
Girl II (moans)
Girl III ouch ! (she shakes her right hand in the air with a painful look on her face) I cut myself a few days ago and the glue makes the scar sting.
Boy II And it makes your hands are dry too. Last time I worked on the decors, I had dry, red plaques on my hands. Hurts like hell.
Girl II (laughing) You need to work on your resistance, boy.
Scene II
We're at Girl II's home. She is in her bathroom, in front of her hot water filled sink.
She plunges her hands in the water
Girl II (shrieks)
So yeah, um, anyway, my hands are killing me. Never saw skin as red as that.
The scene takes place in the school's cafeteria. A few tables are pushed to the sides. There are plastics sheets on the floor, as well as Scott Towels rolls and other unidentified pieces of junk. There are 6 tall cylinders and about 10 students apparently working on them. They're wearing old jeans and T-Shirts, and they have white stains all over their clothes and body.
Boy I (dipping a sheet of Scott Towel in a thick, white liquid) That glue is disgusting to touch.
Girl I It's only water and flour.
Boy II And probably some kind of glue, huh ?
Girl I (confused) Um... yeah.
Girl II It gets all stuck up on my hands.
Boy I And you're gonna just love washing it off. It takes lightyears.
Girl II (moans)
Girl III ouch ! (she shakes her right hand in the air with a painful look on her face) I cut myself a few days ago and the glue makes the scar sting.
Boy II And it makes your hands are dry too. Last time I worked on the decors, I had dry, red plaques on my hands. Hurts like hell.
Girl II (laughing) You need to work on your resistance, boy.
Scene II
We're at Girl II's home. She is in her bathroom, in front of her hot water filled sink.
She plunges her hands in the water
Girl II (shrieks)
So yeah, um, anyway, my hands are killing me. Never saw skin as red as that.
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