For homework this weekend, apart from ploughing through pages of Albert Camus in French, we have to write two short stories, one about happiness and one about sadness. As simple as that seems I am having a ridiculously hard time even choosing something that can succinctly encapsulate a single emotion, and even worse a time expressing that in a ( Read more... )

 I really like learning French. Of course, I like the language itself- but that's nothing too spectacularly interesting, because there's hardly a language I don't like. What I really love is the fact that I can know absolutely nothing about it, make silly blunders and be no better than a tiny baby in terms of expectations of inherent ability or ( Read more... )

 I think the thing about uni is, for the first time in my life, I feel like I actually don't have time. I mean yes, I used to complain a lot about being busy in high school (and middle school, and probably primary school at that... lol) but I always did have the time to procrastinate and mope and bake and all that jazz, and now, I just don't. The ( Read more... )