December 2010
11 posts
Gross
Apparently my dad has a French neighbor. He’s locked out of his apartment…He hates that the US uses fahrenheit instead of celsius (he’s a big metric system buff, obviously) His daughter goes to KU. That’s about as far as my French took me…
Man, I’m stoked I took French instead of Spanish. It’s prettier.
French Canadian love, yo.
Other news? I tried to...
Stability
I think I’m going to disconnect myself from things for a few days. I’ve grown restless and impatient, which are two things I loathe. My sleep pattern is out of whack, my diet is far from where it should be, and my train of thought has been borderline. Oh, there’s no relief for the bleeding heart. Right now I have thousands of words forming sentences, stanzas, poems, songs, witty...