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Spring Walk

Wednesday, December 26th, 2007

I just took a long walk in the Old Montreal, for about two hours. The weather was just perfect. It was neither too fresh nor too warm, not too windy, not rainy, sunny but not overly so...I went to the old harbor, I love this place. There are a couple of ponds, one of which has some kind of "island" with a few trees and benches. I sat on the grass, leaning against one of the trees. This is such a comfortable position, your butt and legs freshened by the grass and your back comfortably installed.

I came back to delight in a capiccolo (spelling?) and tomato sandwich (with mayonnaise, of course). I just finished eating and am now sitting at the computer (duh!), listening to good music and drinking a huge glass of water. The one thing I longed for during my walk was something to drink, but I didn't want to buy anything there because I knew it would be far too expensive. I was going to buy a popsicle in some shop on the way back, but then I remembered I have some delicious ones in the freezer. This means that I will have taken a lengthy walk, which is good for one's legs, digestion, sleep and mind, at no cost at all. Isn't it wonderful?

I'm still working on my novel. I haven't written much since yesterday, but it is forming in my head progressively and I'm satisfied with the result up to now.

My sister and her boyfriend are going to the United States next Monday "to climb up a mountain". This means that I will be alone all day long, unless Eric comes here. I'm trying to see one of our common friends (his best friend and a not-so-well-known friend of mine), but he's pretty much always busy...

I know I have posted it several times, but, god, Green Day's old music rocks.

I have finally made my first entry on As A Dream and already have an idea for the next one. I only need to gather a few websites and think of a longer entry to write along with it.

I still don't know what I'm going to do next semester. I'm still in cinema for the university, but, for me, I'm not sure it's a good idea anymore. My "deepest" vocation is writing and I know it's

Spring Walk

Saturday, May 19th, 2007

I just took a long walk in the Old Montreal, for about two hours. The weather was just perfect. It was neither too fresh nor too warm, not too windy, not rainy, sunny but not overly so...I went to the old harbor, I love this place. There are a couple of ponds, one of which has some kind of "island" with a few trees and benches. I sat on the grass, leaning against one of the trees. This is such a comfortable position, your butt and legs freshened by the grass and your back comfortably installed.

I came back to delight in a capiccolo (spelling?) and tomato sandwich (with mayonnaise, of course). I just finished eating and am now sitting at the computer (duh!), listening to good music and drinking a huge glass of water. The one thing I longed for during my walk was something to drink, but I didn't want to buy anything there because I knew it would be far too expensive. I was going to buy a popsicle in some shop on the way back, but then I remembered I have some delicious ones in the freezer. This means that I will have taken a lengthy walk, which is good for one's legs, digestion, sleep and mind, at no cost at all. Isn't it wonderful?

I'm still working on my novel. I haven't written much since yesterday, but it is forming in my head progressively and I'm satisfied with the result up to now.

My sister and her boyfriend are going to the United States next Monday "to climb up a mountain". This means that I will be alone all day long, unless Eric comes here. I'm trying to see one of our common friends (his best friend and a not-so-well-known friend of mine), but he's pretty much always busy...

I know I have posted it several times, but, god, Green Day's old music rocks.

I have finally made my first entry on As A Dream and already have an idea for the next one. I only need to gather a few websites and think of a longer entry to write along with it.

I still don't know what I'm going to do next semester. I'm still in cinema for the university, but, for me, I'm not sure it's a good idea anymore. My "deepest" vocation is wri

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A Lucky Day

Saturday, May 12th, 2007

Today is mu lucky day. As I took a walk, I met a man dressed up as a cowboy (hat, boots and gun), two men kissing passionately and a girl dressed up as a yellow bunny.

I also have completed most of Symphony of the Night's first castle, for my third time playing in less than a month.

On the less happy side, I was thinking as I went to take a shower "I'm glad next Monday is the start of my therapy. I've been looking for this Monday, May 17th for so long." And then I realized that we were far too early in May for next Monday to be the 17th. It is the 7th, and the 17th is next week, and is not a Monday. My appointment, however, is indeed on the 17th, so it is much later than I thought it would be. Every day a new burden can come to add itself to my other stupid obsessions and fears.

The other day, I was playing Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin, when, in a room full of ghouls and one heavy armor, I suddenly came face to face with a skeleton. I remained in this OMGWTFskeleton mood for some time, as there kept appearing skeletons in this room and my stupid self thought it was a glitch. It was only days later that I discovered that, when dealt fire damage, ghouls and zombies will turn into skeletons.

I have finally taken care of all of my fanlistings, except for the nipples one, for which I really have to make a new layout. Really, very much. The mohawks fanlisting is up for adoptions, you can view the thread at TFL boards.

I'm hoping to go visit my parents some time soon. I miss my sisters, niece and nephew, and there are a few things I left there, most noticeably summer clothes. I quite regret not having brought them here earlier, as there were some pretty hot days this week. I'm also in serious need of some fresh air. Don't try, going in a park is absolutely nothing to just going outside at my parents' home. Trust me, the air is way better over there than in any park of this bloody city. I'd also like to take some pictures so I can sigh while looking at them with much nostalgia in my mind, listening to some old Green Day song and cursing my life.

I feel loved

Monday, May 29th, 2006

Thanks to "Visitor" for the comment on my writing style. I feel special now.

It's a lovely sunny and damn hot day, but I'm stuck inside for now until about 3, where my friend should normally finally arrive so we can go out for a walk. In the meantime, I'm here sweating on a computer beside that 30-something guy who can't help dragging me and telling me that oh my god I type sooo fast.

Whenever I go on the computer in school, to wisely pretend I am doing my homework, I see that my layout seems to be quite off in the 800x600 Internet Explorer that my school has. But I realize the problem mustn't be myself. Jem (with a previous layout) and Jim's websites, at least, seem to have the same problem. There is space on the right for the sidebar, but the sidebar in itself is moved way down the page, below the content area. The problem, for me, seems to be only in the pages with the Wordpress header.

I'm finishing school tomorrow, which in one way makes me happy. In another way, however, I know that this means I might not see V again for a very, very long time. I finally got to talk to him after about two weeks of failed attempts. I told him that Camille, a friend of mine, asked me how much I loved him and my replied pretty much meant "a lot". I also told him I was ready to wait for a very long time. He said that he could wait too - he loves another girl, or so he says - and that he needs to sort things out in his head. He does indeed look confused...He doesn't know what he'll do for a living. He applied to study in order to become a pilot, but hasn't gotten a reply yet. I'm uncertain as of whether I want him to go or not. If he goes, I lose him because he's in a city where I have no reason whatsoever to go, and if he stays I lose him because he's staying close to this goddamn girl whom, by the way, has a boyfriend.