Wine really does ferment when you leave it in the fridge for too long. (Like. A week? Almost two?)

My rosé has made me kind of woozy. And slightly out of it. Damn, and I was going to get some of that commentaire composé done, too, later tonight.... Maybe if it wears off.

I AM SUCH A CHEAP DRUNK lol.

Edit: DRIED STRAWBERRIES ARE FANTASTIC ( Read more... )

Even worse than a bug bite on your wrist or your arm or your knee?

A bug bite in the corner of your eye.

Oh god if it swells I won't be able to see anything.

orz I am such a lightweight ( Read more... )

I know that the French are much friendlier than the Americans. I know the American sense of personal space is about ten feet in diameter. I'm pretty blasé about hearing "jolie fille!" called out in the streets, and if someone starts to talk to me out of the blue I'm a little surprised, but you know. It's okay. It's a short conversation about ( Read more... )

I feel, vaguely, like I've accomplished some things. Small things; I changed the lightbulb so the kitchen is no longer in constant shadows, gotten necessary papers and forms filled out, and realized that I do not, in fact, have to write the 40-page Anthro thesis in French.

I have also acquired American Gods in English. I read it in French, and I ( Read more... )

Things have been resolved! People are not... perfectly happy, but when you're trying to fit 16 people into 7 apartments, that's kind of impossible. But people are more or less satisfied, and there haven't been any crying fits since this afternoon. Good! I mostly sat and was quiet, because really, all the apartments except... three were ( Read more... )

So in just a little over a week at this time, I'm going to be in France. I. I don't really know what to say about this. No, I'm not regretting it! I'm really very excited. But once again I move ever further from the nest, and it scares me. I keep telling myself I need to reach out and interact with the French, get some French friends, go out ( Read more... )

The memorial dinner on Sunday didn't. Actually do anything for me. I mean, I ate delicious food and visited with relatives I (now) see more rarely each year, but in the big picture? I don't feel all that different. I still don't want to go to - to my uncle's house; I don't want to go there and realize that yes, my grandparents aren't coming ( Read more... )

So we bombed the house with flea-killing product this evening, and Dad sprayed RAID on the surfaces. YOU'D THINK THE FLEAS WOULD BE DEAD but I just found a new bite on my stomach. Damn them. >( And friends are coming up on Wednesday so I really, really hope we have the problem sorted out by then, or lol HAVE A SOUVENIR TO REMEMBER US BY, GUYS ( Read more... )

FLEAS IN THE HOUSE OMGGGGGG

They're in the laundry room, omg such a horrible place to be. Must do laundry! Must kill! Must go out and buy insecticides ( Read more... )