(i don't know why that is)
this is what i am.
i find grammar & spelling errors on Huggies boxes, in newspapers,
in magazines, in letters from school, in books. it makes me more furious than you could imagine.
i am going to write to Éditions de l'Olivier & Houghton Mifflin, because they did a crappy job.
i elaborate amateur psychological tests with my friend. i now call her my "partenaire du savoir"
1) change the alphabet. A=E, S=V, I=U, L=M, the remaining 18 letters stay the same.
dictate a sequence of letters to a friend (write it down too, and the answer.)
for example, IHYMUSVAELOS (UHYLIVSEAMOV). with time it becomes easier.
we don't know what it proves yet, if it proves anything, or why it's so hard at first,
but we fancy tricking our brains & testing how it works. we prefer that to talking about boys.
we are going to "study" our dyslexic friends' behaviour to elaborate more accurate tests.
we have found that a lot of them have troubles with F & V, P & B.
i draw Saint-Exupéry's boa + elephant hat while my friend Joannie's drawing the exact same thing elsewhere,
without even knowing. i bring rice cakes to school on the same day my friend brings rice cakes.
i say what people were about to say. random things. i don't know why that is.
i dislike most capital letters & odd numbers, 7 being the ugliest, 1 being the prettiest.
i laugh when no one else is laughing. i adore wordplay. i am not impressed when everyone is.
i ask a lot of questions. "what makes krazy glue stick more?" "who thought of milking soybeans?"
i eat soft serve outdoors in january. i dislike almond-flavoured things, but love almonds.
i am not actually a loser, a reject, an outcast, despite everything i enjoy doing & saying.
my favourite pictures are of girls looking down, laying down, feeling down.
i am not always interesting, but i am what i am what i am what i am.
and sometimes, when it's been too long since i've talked, i talk incredibly fast & incessantly.
as you can see.
i find grammar & spelling errors on Huggies boxes, in newspapers,
in magazines, in letters from school, in books. it makes me more furious than you could imagine.
i am going to write to Éditions de l'Olivier & Houghton Mifflin, because they did a crappy job.
i elaborate amateur psychological tests with my friend. i now call her my "partenaire du savoir"
1) change the alphabet. A=E, S=V, I=U, L=M, the remaining 18 letters stay the same.
dictate a sequence of letters to a friend (write it down too, and the answer.)
for example, IHYMUSVAELOS (UHYLIVSEAMOV). with time it becomes easier.
we don't know what it proves yet, if it proves anything, or why it's so hard at first,
but we fancy tricking our brains & testing how it works. we prefer that to talking about boys.
we are going to "study" our dyslexic friends' behaviour to elaborate more accurate tests.
we have found that a lot of them have troubles with F & V, P & B.
i draw Saint-Exupéry's boa + elephant hat while my friend Joannie's drawing the exact same thing elsewhere,
without even knowing. i bring rice cakes to school on the same day my friend brings rice cakes.
i say what people were about to say. random things. i don't know why that is.
i dislike most capital letters & odd numbers, 7 being the ugliest, 1 being the prettiest.
i laugh when no one else is laughing. i adore wordplay. i am not impressed when everyone is.
i ask a lot of questions. "what makes krazy glue stick more?" "who thought of milking soybeans?"
i eat soft serve outdoors in january. i dislike almond-flavoured things, but love almonds.
i am not actually a loser, a reject, an outcast, despite everything i enjoy doing & saying.
my favourite pictures are of girls looking down, laying down, feeling down.
i am not always interesting, but i am what i am what i am what i am.
and sometimes, when it's been too long since i've talked, i talk incredibly fast & incessantly.
as you can see.