Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Je ne parlez pas français

Bonjour!
Bonsoir!
Bonne nuit!

Comment allez vous?

Moi?

Je ne parlez pas français
Je ne sais pas quoi je suis
Je ne parlez pas français
Tres terrible? Mais oui!

Madamoiselle, vous est belle!
Tres belle
Tres intelligent
Tres fine
Sacrée vous, ma déesse

Madamoiselle,
vous et moi?
Jour et soir?
Soleil et lune?
vous et moi?
ensemble demain et aujourd'hui?
S'il vous plaît, di oui?

Mon ami! Mon frere!
Comment allez vous?
Soup du jour?
Le baguette et croissant?
Non?
A tout al'heur?

Je ne sais pas de quoi je parle

Au revoir
Bonsoir

This is the first time I've ever written in French anything that isn't from some workbook or just the phrase "je ne parlez pas français." It's quite bad, isn't it?

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (Robert Frost)

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

- Robert Frost

At the End of the Day

At the end of the day, I sometimes come home very exhausted and want nothing more than to just sleep. Recently, all I've done is come home, lie down, and immediately fall asleep. Unfortunately, my day doesn't end there because I still always have things to do. As such, I have to wake up and resume the remainder of my day with eyes half-closed, yawning with every other sentence. Marvelous.

I'm procrastinating right now but I figured I should write something because it's been a while and I owe something to whoever reads this.

What am I supposed to actually be doing? I'm supposed to be finishing two assignments. 5 pages minimum each. It's not a lot, I know but I have a problem. The problem is that I get very critical of my own work and I have to start my assignments over more than once. This intense dissatisfaction with my own work will be the death of me somehow. It also causes a lot of problems in regards to getting things done in a timely manner.

How? I started these assignments about a month ago. I'm not kidding. I started them a month ago with the intention of finishing them long before this term ended but look how that turned out. Now I'm rushing and writing furiously, and revising as I write. I'll probably lose more sleep and continue working in this mode until it's time to turn them in and said morning of due date finds me weak and weary. Splendid.

Are you as critical with your own work as I am?

This explains why Bottle took so long to actually finish. Well, the last installments anyway. Don't expect A Real Mess to be concluded rather quickly either. I want to make it a good story, brief but ultimately good. Something that I can take some degree of pride in. Unfortunately, at the end of the day, I'll probably hate it too. I don't hate Bottle, I just think it's poorly written. Very poorly written.

I even procrastinated within this post. How's that for fitting?