Jan 22, 2006 20:23
twenty-two and a half today and what did i do? five new french words (le magasin, la maison, la banque, l'hôpital, manger), practiced pirouettes so i won't be so terribly embarassed next week, and executed quite a death-defying indiana jones cookie put-away at work. twenty-two was the best birthday ever. possibly it's safe to say best in the history of all birthdays ever (i.e. in the history of the world), even. i had a cake. two layers, vanilla with chocolate frosting. it took three days to eat it. twenty-one was pretty shitty. i didn't do anything except get my hopes up for nothing. i ended up not getting a tattoo. twenty, i also did not get a tattoo as i promised myself i would, but i did buy myself a book of patti smith's poetry. if this trend continues, twenty-three will probably suck just as hard, but who cares? i have my sights set on twenty-five. when i will be "old", but there will probably be awesomeness of some sort, hopefully in the form of being in love and eating cake.
my legs hurt, but in a good way. maybe i will go downstairs and lift some weights. then i will be buff and awesome and no one will fuck with me and i will rule the world. or maybe i will daydream about françoise hardy, who i wish would marry me, because she is just too hot and writes the best pop music i have ever heard. or perhaps i will make more livejournal icons which reference 1)brokeback mountain 2)jenny lewis AT THE SAME TIME HOLY SHIT because now i can have six and i really think i ought to take advantage of this.
also, yesterday, i invented the most delicious snack ever, and it will be included in the oft-mentioned, soon-to-be-a-reality cookzine. i don't know how many recipes i have at this point. i want to say four, but i can only remember three. wtf?
also wtf? i seriously don't understand the difference between "finir" and "partir" and why one should be harder to conjugate than the other, especially since they not only have the same infinitive ending but are also basically the same word ("to end" vs. "to leave". maybe not THE SAME, but they are at least totally related) thus i can only conclude french, as a language, is making fun of me. at this point, it makes little difference, as i have not bothered to memorize the conjugations for either, but that's obviously not the point.
oh yeah. for those of you who don't know, i am learning french. officially, the reason is so i can travel to french-speaking countries if i should so desire. but the real reason is so i can propose to the aforementioned miss hardy. surely i would be able to seduce her away from her husband. i'm adorable!
plans.