It's a been long time

I have not written in a while. Sorry.

Well at least not here.

It is Sunday March 28, 2010 and there are currently three living people in this apartment.

The poule has arrived and the Poule Reunion is now. Good things ahead including sitting, sipping, sharing, and slurring.

In addition to this, I have learned one piece of etiquette. Not sure you dissect etiquette into small chunks, but I am.

So now, I must present the not so surprising nouvelle that Grod and myself are engaged with a pee-diamond to seal the deal. Nothing like the tangy mixture of two gouttes to show some love.

I joke, I joke...about the gouttes.

We have big plans ahead drawn out over several years and which may possibly end with Grod behind a bar wearing cowboy attire serving shots of rum to his herd of faithful drunks. :)

Liquid courage, folks, liquid embrace.

2nd order of business.

I'm coming back home where it's warm and the sun actually works to radiate its fireball. There is some slight anxiety mixed in. It is never easy to collect your life into suitcases and cardboard boxes and more importantly to reinstall it elsewhere. However, I am hopelessly optimistic and have also just realized that I may be arrogant enough to pull it off. This is good?

Where I should go and with what purpose are still unanswered but not in a foreboding sense, more like revelations that the future will bring and is the only one that can.

3rd order of business.

I really need to make my feet meet a beach with sand. They have lived for too long in cotton socks, shielded from the elements. The result is a pair of feet that are just straight up nasty, but without the mold and fungus of feet actually ailing. Nah, I just me some natural exfoliation some good ole fashioned skin on earth action.

Bahabah.

That's the end of transmission.

Now let's go for a pint.

Shake it!

I can't take pictures. iShake. Tremble. I used to think that it was just my hands and figured I was coming down with some terrible chronic disease. Now, I know differently. My hands don't just shake, my entire body does. It's as if the camera appareil gets into my hands and it sways my body. Back and forth like a tiny boat in a tiny sea, but not with all the water.

Two magnets of opposite polar fields fidget and then break apart. This might be relevant to my situation with a camera. I'll take experiment suggestions.

Apart from this discovery late yesterday, my life has been slowly progressing as one would expect life to do. And pleasantly so, I might add. Life as a lady of leisure + the internet has it merits. The social physical interactions may be lacking but then I just walk outside and everyone is orange and is smuggling rabbits in their hair and I feel better about this slow descent into hermitism.

They are the color orange. The bright ones, not everyone maybe, but the visible people are. It's a constant parade of glitz in the afternoon. Little women teetering half a foot in the air. Heads spinning faster with the rise in elevation. Aesthetic drugging.

Need books.

Suggestions? Anti-recommendations?

PS

I just found this on the facebook. It's 7th grade allysin + other randoms, circa 1999.

Done and Out

My dissertation machine turned me (and Geraud) into double-sided printing experts. Have questions, we have potential answers. So much paper everywhere, full of my words. Strange. But now all that hard work and highly productive procrastination has come to an end, and it's sad. No more dreading the thought of something so specific. It's hard to explain, now that I don't have such a concrete task to do, I can't enjoy procrastinating anymore.

In order to reclaim my daily pursuit of internet knowledge, I need something to avoid doing, something real. This is where the people with eyes and typing fingers come in. We need to my next objectives in order that I can profit from the incubation period which precedes them. It's like I am Mark the incubator.

To have idea of what have been up to since mastering the art of plastic ring binding, listen up.

I bought a book "The Ultimate Spanish Review and Practice". The book is a threat to Geraud because of how my previous linguistic adventures in French led me to him, and now I pursue the Spanish.

Trying to win every competition ever. Good thing they are all free entry-competitions otherwise I'd have a serious gambling problem. Maybe I already do, discuss....

That's it. I need some suggestions. Some time killers some time fillers..whatever direction it makes the time go or come or simply stop, I'll accept it. OR look at OR pretend to look at it but really just be studying the unwritten words. FULL STOP.

So, I'll wait here until the end of March when my life comes alive again with visitors from across the seas. Inside the internet because it's warm. I'd take warmth over cleanliness any day.