Sometimes we grow in unexpected ways; we don't even see it until we turn around to find a certain habit or mode of expression deeply implanted in us. I wonder why I'm so passive. Is it because I'm a girl? Because of the aggressive parental figures in my life? Is it because the teapot's black? All I know is it frustrates me, and other people in ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night that we had a substitute in some class. She was going to do the lesson all in French, so she was handing out textbooks or something like so we'd know what she was saying. The guy behind me decided that his French was good enough that he didn't need any help, but somehow couldn't communicate this to the teacher, so I ( Read more... )

Sudden realisations always feel like being punched in the stomach. Except when they feel like being full of light, or shot through with electricity.

I always find it quite startling when I am adressed as "Miss Patriarche."

( Rambling of the most charming type. Read if you want, but wouldn't precisely recommend it. )

Suddenly, I find myself wondering what my children will think of my music? Will they find it crazy, or terribly dull? Will they roll their eyes when their friends come over, or will they headbang in foreign languages with me? Will they listen to...pop? No, heaven forbid. And then I got to thinking about games, and would they be spoiled with ( Read more... )

This week, I learned:

- How to put my hair up with combs. I look very fifties, and very young.
- I am very young ( Read more... )

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Um. Take one possibly agoraphobic introvert, stick her alone in her house for approximately two blissful weeks, then throw her into Vic High. *twitch* I get...well, I'm not entirely sure what word to use. Tetchy seems to be my favoured term. Especially after C block, with Mr. De Soto (I think), a.k.a. Super Duper Helpful Sub Extraordinaire. ( Read more... )

WE HAVE A PS2! *Glomps John* And we had two games, but Grandpa tripped over the controller cord, knocking the ps2 on the floor and scratching one of the discs. *Is peeved, though not as much so as Rebekkah* On top of that, I have two anatomy books (one of them is that huge book with the gorgeous photography they have in the art room, squee!) ( Read more... )