je serai faire des devoirs français toute la journée. alors, je vais aussi écouter la musique française. pourquoi pas.
cette chanson est jolie. aimez-la. et puis, achetez-la.
bonne journée.
March 12, 2011
J’aime cette chanson
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March 5, 2011
I Like This Movie
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This movie is truly one of the best child actor performances I have ever seen. Of course Lee Pace is cute and stuff, but the little girl really steals the show. Her innocence, her role melts into her being. It doesn’t even seem like she’s acting.
In other news, my life seems to be crumbling before my very eyeballs. That is, if I kept my eyeballs open long enough to notice. I’m overwhelmed and frustrated, and sleep is my newest and best friend. It doesn’t judge or yell; it just lets me be.
Six weeks of class left. I don’t know, you guys.
January 27, 2011
I’m Turning This In – It So Does Not Even Matter
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This is a response to the reading for today, which, obviously, I did not do:
It makes sense that if animals talk, we have to listen.
I know this short-haired miniature dachshund named Henry. He has the most soulful, expressive eyes of any animal – or even human – that I’ve ever seen. He looks at me, and my heart melts, and I want to help lessen whatever burdens of the world he’s carrying on his wiener-dog back that isn’t higher than eight inches from the ground. Those dogs seriously need a pair of legs to support the middle of their torsos.
Every time I look at Henry, he seems to want to tell me a story. He knows that I will listen, but he also knows how easily distracted I am. And I can sense the stories he wants to tell are in the form of fables, and they may even have a little bit of biographical intent. Henry knows the ways of the human species, their linear ways of thinking, their superior attitudes, and their utter denseness of judgment in everyday life.
He needs me to hear about the time he talked with the German shepherd neighbor and got his leash caught on her collar. And he’d end his anecdote with, “Now don’t get yourself in trouble with those bigger than you.” Or, there was the time I was dogsitting him, and it was cold outside, but it I had to take him out for a walk. We spent less than two minutes outside; he walked only a tiny stretch of his usual route before turning back toward the apartment. My winter coat kept me comfortable, but when we got back inside, Henry looked at me with doleful eyes, which would have said, if I were worthy to understand his speech, “Don’t ever go out into the cold without your knitted wool sweater.” He’s full of pithy maxims, that one.
I know why he’s so pensive. He and his owner watch a lot of melancholy, British cinema. Furthermore, he’s little. Even though that makes for scrappiness, he has a completely different perspective on the world than the average-sized. I can relate, as I’m not very tall, and my literal and figurative viewpoints of life are not the same as those who are taller.
Animals, so much closer to nature than civilized humans, can get to the heart of problems more quickly; they haven’t lost their instinct. Their solutions are simple, and they make sense. While life does get complicated sometimes, I tend to overlook the most direct approach to resolving conflict or navigating life in general. I’m so fortunate to have a friend like Henry to remind me to broaden my perspective and take deep breaths and learn to let go of what’s less important.
I wonder if Aesop had a short-haired, miniature dachshund.
January 20, 2011
I Am My Own Worst Enemy
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It’s no surprise to me.
Simple focus, right?
Keeping busy was driving away defeatist thoughts for a while.
Then keeping busy started turning into feeling overwhelmed.
At least I have an okay backstroke.
January 6, 2011
On 3.5 Hours of Sleep
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This really isn’t anything new, this lack of sleep, but this semester has really hit the ground running. I’m actually current with my homework, but then again, it’s only the second day of class. Keeping this pace is going to be the challenge.
I’m starting to take time to do the “little” things. Daily half-hour of scripture study; prayer. Temple attendance is more of a big thing, but yeah, there’s that, too.
I do have priorities, and that means I’m going to have to require respect of my time.
Have I written about this before? Like, a few days ago?
Ah, yes. Focus.
It’s time to hit the books again.
March 29, 2010
I got some pretty good grades.
I got some not-so-good grades.
I almost cried in French class. It could have gotten ugly.
I wish it was one of those stories I’ve told where I was expecting to bomb and did really well instead.
It’s not.
I have to write about Tom Stoppard.
I have to write about Edith Wharton.
I’ve narrowed down writing about either TS Eliot or Ralph Ellison.
Then I have to put French back in its place.
I won’t be blogging for a while; at least the rest of this week.
I’ve been trying to reserve all-out fun for the weekends. It’s worked up until now, when everything is due and finals are on the way.
I’ll be on chat intermittently. I hope I’m lucky enough to catch you.
Make sure to pop in and say hi. Make sure I’m eating and sleeping. Showering. And such. Tell me a joke. But make sure it’s funny.
Thanks to all those who’ve been nothing but encouraging and tolerant so far this semester. It has meant the world to me.
January 14, 2010
Blurby Sparks of Inspiration
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Hmm. What if I asked you to read the following and write a 100 word response to either/both of them? Then what if I asked for you to share with me? Who’d do it? You can also comment to tell me how chicken you are. I’m not picky. 
1. GChat today:
me: the weather is gross here
like provo has ascended higher into the clouds
8:30 AM Alicia: or the clouds have laid their heavy bodies on the ground for a long rest
8:31 AM me: or like provo is its own puff of smoke
Alicia: ha
so many ways to take that one
2. My homework assignment contemplating jacket:
chalky white
long, rough sleeves
fitted tight
wrapped around
not a second too late
straps hold close
my jacket is straight
long, rough sleeves
fitted tight
wrapped around
not a second too late
straps hold close
my jacket is straight
