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Hey folks… just so you know, this blog will be dead until I decide to come out of hermit mode.
Best wishes and happy holidays!
Au temps du vingtième siècle, il y avait une jeune fille et un jeune garçon. Ils habitaient en un pays qu’un roi régnait. Le roi voulait louange et admiration; alors, il prétendait souvent qu’il avait fait toutes les choses remarquables qu’on voit.
Par exemple, un fois, le roi a dit au gens, “J’ai créé les cosmos et toutes les étoiles. Adorez-moi.”
Le garçon a dit en lui-même, “Je le crois… Il est le créateur.”
La fille a dit en elle-même, “Nonsens! Je ne le crois pas. Il est un rapporteur.”
À un autre temps, le roi a dit aux gens, “C’était moi qui a comblé les océans avec eau, et c’était moi qui a construit les énormes montagnes. Saluez-moi.”
Le garçon a dit encore en lui-même, “D’accord… Je le crois. Je l’adorerai.”
La fille a dit en elle-même, “Quels mensonges! Comment peut-il prétendre qu’il avait fait ces accomplissements? Je ne le crois pas.”
Et ce schéma continuait pour longtemps.
Un jour, dans l’avenir lointain après le roi était mort, la fille et le garçon, ne plus jeunes, se sont rencontrés. Malgré ils étaient similaires en beaucoup façons, ils ne se comprendaient pas parce que des pensées d’une étaient différentes de des pensées de l’autre, et tout le monde était seul… la fille incrédule, le garçon crédule, et le roi mort.
I’ll fix up the grammar when I have time.
Is there an age that, when reached, one’s problems cease to exist? By that, I mean an age when one has unshakable self-confidence, when one knows just what average is, when one knows generally what to expect, etc.
Tonight, I plan to:
-go on a long-overdue jog
-read about oceanography, geology, or both
Tomorrow, I must:
-make notecards for US history
-read 2 chapters in the US history textbook
-study for the Tuesday “Le Petit Prince” test
Tomorrow, I intend to:
-do some vocab and questions for environmental
-study oceanography / geology
Tomorrow (if I somehow find enough time), I will also:
-figure out how to get vinyl record wheels attached to my mousetrap car
-go to Home Depot if required by the above to buy needed materials
Nowadays, any time I come across a reference to Islam, collectivism, and family closeness, I weep on the inside. I also weep on the inside whenever I flip through AP physics review books.
Last night, Tariq came to eat sushi with my dad and I, and it went astonishingly well. Tariq and my dad talked fluently about politics and world events and all of that stuff I know nothing about, and I’m pretty sure Tariq made a very good impression on him. Regardless, however, I was uncomfortable during the conversation, being able to contribute absolutely nothing. (I learned a striking new fact during it, however: my older half brother, Paul, who lives in Canada is a plumber. Never knew that.)
Then, Tariq and I drove up to the mall to get my paycheck, to Barnes & Noble so I could pick up the book I pre-ordered, to the ATM machine, and to the gas station. That little outing was good for us.
I feel incompetent.
Anne: “I’m nothing special.”
Tariq: “You only cease to be special when you cease to think you are.”
In that case, I really am nothing special.
I’ve contracted some sort of illness, and it’s giving me swollen lymph nodes, a monster headache, a fever, achy muscles, and a sour mood.
-Tariq is constantly driving me mad these days. He’s dumb in the sort of way that all men are (no hope) and he lets his family control his life. He follows a religion that I consider barbaric, and I don’t accept that he can somehow believe in its ridiculous claims. He sucks at satisfying me and making me feel supported; I think I’ve called him maybe 30 or 40 times in my life just to talk, and he’s only called me about 5. Also, he’s pathetically dysfunctional when it comes to calling me back. I called him just 30 minutes ago to tell him about all these things that are frustrating me, but he didn’t pick up, and I’ll have even more to complain to him about if he yet again fails to return my call. We’ll see if I ever kiss you again, asshole.
-My best friend is getting on my nerves, although it’s not her fault. I find that I can’t be cheerful and laugh at the little things all the time like she does, and I find that I have less patience with her– I can’t stand having to slow down while working with her in French.
-I’m tired of the general population around me. At school, I’m tired of it because it’s obnoxious athlete guys who copy off my quizzes and tests and it’s preppy girls who I can’t relate to in any way. At work, I’m tired of it because of the people who are too stingy to buy cookies so that they instead complain to me about the prices, like I have any say in how high or low they are. I’m tired of seeing so many superiority complexes (I see this in especially great abundance on the internet). Did you know that your intelligence is inversely proportional to the amount of pleasure you get in making someone feel stupid?
-My physics teacher (and all men, really) is also driving me mad, with his constant sexist jokes that he assumes don’t offend anybody, when really, they offend half of the class. If your wife heard some of the things you say (about her, especially) to us, she’d divorce you immediately– and thank God for that, because you don’t deserve a woman, asshole. By the way, you suck at teaching.
-I’m tired of doing pointless labs 24/7 in environmental, and I’m tired of the heartlessness and lack of passion of my teacher, who I suspect is completely evil more and more each day.
I would like to:
1. Become an egg donor.
2. Study geology.
I worked from 12 to 4 today. No longer than my average shift, but for some reason, this one today left me unusually exhausted.
Every time I work, some depressing thing or another is brought to my attention. Right now, I’m thinking about the three guys who run the sunglasses and jewelry stands next to my cookie shop. The three guys, Fred, Joe, and Z, all work full time, 8 AM to 9 PM Monday to Friday and 12 noon to 6 PM Sunday. They all come in all day every day and rarely do anything except stand around; their stands get very little business. What’s sad about the situation is that the guys are all young–not young enough to be college students, but young enough to where they should be starting in careers where they’ll move up and eventually get to use their talents productively. The fact that they’re working full-time at the stands next to the cookie shop shows that there’s probably not much in store in their lives and that they will likely be stuck in boring, time-wasting, low-paying shop jobs forever. One of the guys, Joe, constantly gets so fed up and bored with the job that he quits; however, within a few days, he always comes back. He has nowhere else to go. And another one of the guys, Z–well, his wife just had a baby boy yesterday. Smiley, happy goodness, until today, when he had to come back to work a full day at the sunglasses and jewelry stands.
Terrible, my friends.
Les religions me donnent les larmes… rien de tout partage mon absence de religion, et je suis seule. Le pire–le pire horrible–est qu’il–qui m’aime, que j’aime–est musulman. Maintenant, il n’est pas comme moi et sa présence que je connaissais me manquera à jamais. Je n’ai plus quelqu’un qui me comprend, et je suis triste plus que jamais. Ce semble que je suis née d’être seule parce que l’un que je veux ne peut pas être le mien–il appartient à sa religion, une religion diabolique qui me condamne.
