Lots to Say...
Morning everyone. I've been meaning to update for a few days and hadn't found time... Here's what I've been saving up!
First of all, moving sucks. ) : I hate not having all my stuff in one place. I hate not having everything organised. I hate having half my room feel 'empty'. ) : I miss the pictures on the wall. I miss my books. ) : Today, I was chatting online, and I wanted to look up something in my dictionary, so I turned to grab it, but then realised it wasn't there. ) : It was VERY sad. Took me more than a minute to recover. ) : And I miss my music! I had a friend over, and I was bragging about my records, but I couldn't show any of them off because they'd gone home already. Ok, enough whining about hating moving.
Second order of business. I finally did my dishes! ( : They'd been collecting for 3+ weeks. (Nasty, I know.) But, they really didn't take all that long to wash, and I feel much better about life now that they're done. ( :
Oh! Next! The blonde did NOT work. I refuse to show you pictures. Sorry. I fixed it though. Back to a red. Though a little lighter than the last red. Here's a picture:
And last... I went on a date last night. W00T. ( : We had a good time! We met at 7 and went to a nursery/green house and walked around looking at the pretty flowers for about an hour, then went to Niagara Falls and walked all around the American side for about an hour. Followed that with dinner at Zebbs, where I was introduced to the Long Island Iced Tea (mmm!). We then came back to my room and watched some Daily Show and Jay Leno and talked for awhile. All in all a good time. ( :
Oh, wait, I lied, that's not last... Here's a poem that I used to love and just re-found:
A Translation -- Jame Laughlin
How did you decide to translate me
from one language to another let's
say from the English of friendship
to the French of lovers we'd known
each other half a year when one day
as we were talking (it was about one
of your drawings) suddenly you curl-
ed yourself against me and drew my
lips down to yours it was so deft
an alternance from one language to
the other as if to say yes you can
speak French to me now if you wish.
Alright, that's it for now. ( :
OH! WAIT! No, one more... Whoever keeps giving me hugs, thanks, you rock. ( :
First of all, moving sucks. ) : I hate not having all my stuff in one place. I hate not having everything organised. I hate having half my room feel 'empty'. ) : I miss the pictures on the wall. I miss my books. ) : Today, I was chatting online, and I wanted to look up something in my dictionary, so I turned to grab it, but then realised it wasn't there. ) : It was VERY sad. Took me more than a minute to recover. ) : And I miss my music! I had a friend over, and I was bragging about my records, but I couldn't show any of them off because they'd gone home already. Ok, enough whining about hating moving.
Second order of business. I finally did my dishes! ( : They'd been collecting for 3+ weeks. (Nasty, I know.) But, they really didn't take all that long to wash, and I feel much better about life now that they're done. ( :
Oh! Next! The blonde did NOT work. I refuse to show you pictures. Sorry. I fixed it though. Back to a red. Though a little lighter than the last red. Here's a picture:
And last... I went on a date last night. W00T. ( : We had a good time! We met at 7 and went to a nursery/green house and walked around looking at the pretty flowers for about an hour, then went to Niagara Falls and walked all around the American side for about an hour. Followed that with dinner at Zebbs, where I was introduced to the Long Island Iced Tea (mmm!). We then came back to my room and watched some Daily Show and Jay Leno and talked for awhile. All in all a good time. ( :
Oh, wait, I lied, that's not last... Here's a poem that I used to love and just re-found:
A Translation -- Jame Laughlin
How did you decide to translate me
from one language to another let's
say from the English of friendship
to the French of lovers we'd known
each other half a year when one day
as we were talking (it was about one
of your drawings) suddenly you curl-
ed yourself against me and drew my
lips down to yours it was so deft
an alternance from one language to
the other as if to say yes you can
speak French to me now if you wish.
Alright, that's it for now. ( :
OH! WAIT! No, one more... Whoever keeps giving me hugs, thanks, you rock. ( :