Summer plans
Now that I’ve had my week of slacking off that I desperately craved for, it’s about time I made plans for the summer, lest I spend it in a haze of couch-potato inertia:
1) Finish the application to AZ. I will party myself to an altered state of consciousness once this one’s off my shoulders.
2) Create a fursona and a ponysona. I’m still figuring out all the details but a friend suggested that my species might be coyote and I feel quite comfortable in that fur. I’m still deciding how much I want my little mythological fetish to go with this one: let’s just say Huehuecoyotl is boss. I’m working on the color scheme still. The ponysona I’ll figure out someday that’s not today.
3) I *really* need to brush up on my French! When a phrase like “I am writing a list of the things I want to do in the summer” puts your thought muscle out of work for anything else for a couple of minutes, you know your French is worth Jack Shit.
4) Write fiction in Spanish. I feel French is not the only language that has taken a hit from grad school: I feel my Spanish is going the way of the Panchos. I’ll probably get around to posting a thing or two from the good ol’ Colegio days to see if that gets the blood pumping.
1) Finish the application to AZ. I will party myself to an altered state of consciousness once this one’s off my shoulders.
2) Create a fursona and a ponysona. I’m still figuring out all the details but a friend suggested that my species might be coyote and I feel quite comfortable in that fur. I’m still deciding how much I want my little mythological fetish to go with this one: let’s just say Huehuecoyotl is boss. I’m working on the color scheme still. The ponysona I’ll figure out someday that’s not today.
3) I *really* need to brush up on my French! When a phrase like “I am writing a list of the things I want to do in the summer” puts your thought muscle out of work for anything else for a couple of minutes, you know your French is worth Jack Shit.
4) Write fiction in Spanish. I feel French is not the only language that has taken a hit from grad school: I feel my Spanish is going the way of the Panchos. I’ll probably get around to posting a thing or two from the good ol’ Colegio days to see if that gets the blood pumping.