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Friday, August 1, 2008

There is no five.

Oh great Blog of Blogerdom. Here you are. You know, like usual.
So, things:

1. NUEVO COMPUTADORA!!! Es boniiiiiiita. It is this one, and it is full of happy. My tablet, as wonderful as it was, was a member of the first generation of convertible notebooks. Hence, though truly exceptional at the time, and really it will always hold a special place in my heart, it was a little past its prime. Also, this time I invested in a chill mat. I'm thinking that probably would have increased the life of Tablet #1 by at least 45 years.

2. There is a cat under my foot. She won't let me reach down and pet her, but she will just sit there and stare at my foot for a while and then rub up against it and then stare at it and purr for a little while longer. That's ok I guess.

3. Why don't I have any guy friends??? List of primary (i.e. most hung out with, nobody take offense) friends: Sreya, David, Joe, Ben, Fegert1, Fegert2, Alton, Wesley, Nick, Gabe (fr srsly), Greg and his dude friends (ok I know that's kind of different, but I'm just emphasizing the dude-ness), even like, the teachers I really liked in high school (Erf I'm looking at you). I am probably forgetting people, but the point is, how many of them are girls? ONE. And come on, Sreya is pretty much a dude. There were other girls I've been close to in my life, Stephanie Curtis until I was about nine, then Shanna till I was, well, still, but not in a we hang out often way, and yeah that's it. Now I can't hang out with a guy to save my life. Instead, I am stuck with BALLETBALLETBALLET which means girls (bitchy gossipy bitchy self-indulgent girls, you know, like me) and gay men. The gay men are pretty awesome, don't get me wrong, but it's just not the same. Also, let it be known that I actually do greatly enjoy the friendship and company of the bitchy-gossipy-bitchy-self-indulgent girls. But I mean, come on, that's what ballet makes you. I miss GUYS.

4. Mon francais est terrible. Une annee apres ma derniere classe de francais, j'oublie tout. C'est triste! Aussi, c'est impossible de passer un autre classe de francais dans le deux prochaines annees, parce que mon change de sujet. Encore, j'adore le langue, et meme si ce paragraphe n'est pas coherente, c'est bon que j'essaie. Je vais lire les novels de Harry Potter en francais. Peut etree cela va m'aider.

5. There is no five.

6. New nattily.org is coming soon. I don't like it much, but I really don't like the current one, and my creativity is just at an all time low. I have to wait until I can get the right software onto this computer to do everything, but it should be pretty soon, because every time I go to my own site, it grosses me out.

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Monday, May 7, 2007

What I learn from Dianna

French verb of the day: enculer

May I suggest Google Translate?

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