hwy can i not ferget?

maan would think a pirson coud ferget about soomthing and just let it be. but, hwen that soomthing keeps popping up in maan's life and it still maaks him crazy; that isn't right. hwy can i not ferget? he's not soommaan i need not worry about. yet, hwene'er i see him, i spiral dounward still.

for those of you out there, have ye anything te say? soom words of advice or soomthing? have ye been through soomthing similar hwer ye tryed to ferget a pirson and put 'em behind you but can not get 'em out of mind?

soomtimes i think i put tou much into the little things and that i get lorn in my oun invented world. te be fair; i can control hou things are in my oun world. i need not worry about outside problems or things running amuck. frak that. i really really want it to end. no really, i want this longing to be done with. hwo keeps on with things such as these?

the day i can not care about the things over hwich i have no control werd be a great day indeed. till then, let's hope i don't maak a fool out of myself.

hic extraneus sum

tu m'emmerdes, tu l'sais-tu?!

AAAAAAAARGHHH!!!!!

somnolence…

had to set my phone alarm to go off (on silent/vibrate) in 30-minute intervals to keep me awake…or at least to make sure i didn’t nod off for more than half and hour at a time. i’m notorious for snoring.

none of this would be an issue—i love midday naps—except that i’m not so much chez moi and therefore should refrain from the zzzing, lest i want to be poor.

although my sleeping habits should be steadied and brought up to healthy standards in duration and routine, i don’t know if they are the reason for my somnolence. i’ve started a month-long cleanse to rid my body of a going-on-two-month-long cold. cough cough. sniffle. frak. i’ve tried tea. i’ve done the stay-home-and-rest thing. i’ve eaten bowls of chicken noodle soup. i’ve even forked out the money for sleepfx (it must work for others…). alas, i cough and cough. frak.

the next 30 days (…vingt-huit en actualité) will be interesting. i don’t foresee too much discomfort. i cleansed over the summer; that was hard. too much sunlight in the daytime to keep me out and about with friends or on solitary walks enjoying the city and travelling…and eating. cleanses, you might know, dictate what you [don’t] eat. i’m hoping that with the sun setting at noon, being busy with both school back up for another semester and work i won’t hardly notice the amounts of food i’m [not] eating.

good things come to those who wait
i reeeaaaalllly hope that means lasagne.
a big mult-layered lasagne.
gawd i love lasagne.

now i lasagne. frak.
frak.


hic extraneus sum

mmix

another year :: another blog posting.

one for one. good times. i really should know by now, but every year i’m surprised at “how fast the year went by”… as if I expect those threehundredandsomenumber days to go by any more slowly than the year before (leap years accounted for, bien sûr). resolutions made (and shortly thereafter forgotten…the minor [read drunkenly slurred at 12:10am] ones) and a new drive for life thrown into gear. look out mmix, i’ve got you by the tail and am holding on for dear life. this is gonna be a fun ride…

a friend of mine keeps a blog. his is more regularly updated than mine, so i won’t give you the link for fear of losing my fellow readership.
right, because my readership consists of him, eh. here you have it d-cam.

tous ceux et celles qui ont déjà lu mes entrées savent que j’ai l’habitude d’écrire en plus qu’une langue. étant linguiste et interprète (à l’étude), j’aime bien tout ce qui est relié aux langues, au langage et à la linguistique.

with that written, i end with the word of the year. 2008 was the international year of languages (a GREAT year); 2009 is the international year of astronomy. let's see what's in the stars for me this year.

hic extraneus sum

la vie la vie la tumulte

quand saurai-je quoi faire?



est-il où je suis moi?



ça me semble que non... ou bien?



que faire?

unsure

my entree's title reads like an alanis song... i can hear the lyrics now:

i am unsure of the pleasures that i felt with you

i am unsure of the forgiveness that she gave to me

i am unsure of the ease with which the two of you moved on  

i am unsure of whether you ever loved me...

half of me dares the other half to record myself playing the geetar and upload it here...but th'other half is like "yeah right! no frakin' way"

i guess you'll all just have to imagine the song in your heads.  maybe if you get me alone after a few drinks i'll perform it for you..

who is sure though, really?  too many factors and agents and actors and things and overriding, overwhelming, overovering things in our lives....  just need a moment to breathe 

...and write alanis-esque songs.  

that's my story

hic extraneus sum

je me demande à maintes reprises...

...qu'est-ce ma raison d'être? voyons, ce n'est point une question simple à laquelle on ne peut guère même espérer répondre en bonne mesure sans bien y penser. de plus, peu importe si on croit avoir arrivé à une répondre, veut-on vraiment s'en informer?

hic extraneus sum