:: Le Plus Beau du Quartier - carla bruni

i've just woken up from the one of the best naps i've ever had. three hrs i think? but while i was trying to sleep, i received two phone calls and one sms badgering me for assistance of the linguistic nature. to which i have this to say: non non non! j'en refuse! i should be getting paid for this! i dunno how to do lah! i no no i no no i no no..............

ahh (--->let's assume this is a long non-aspirated low central vowel with the following feature specifications: [+syll -cons +son +dors -high +back +low -ATR -tense -CP +cont -strid -lat -nas +voi])... it's nice to be a brat once in a while.

this morning i finally finished the longest 500-word essay i've ever done- in 6 hrs. what nonsense, amelia. ludicrous. i know. and then laura came over (all the way frm somewhere near joondalup) and we re-decided on a topic for our dossier- la musique de l'ocean indien. ça nous interesse bien. en plus, je pourrais prendre des chansons de neer. "ah c'est bon, avoir des amis internationals!" je lui ai dit (sur facebook, bien sûr).

last night, well this morning actually, at 3.45, i walked out to get some cheesecake frm edmen and i nearly froze in the wet cold. you know that few seconds between when you think you hear someone approaching and when you realise it's the steady dripdropping of rainwater off the edge of the corrugated walkway cover onto the wet ground (just like little lemmings walking off a cliff to join their compatriots in the lemming heaven dwn below. droop droop droop droop). that feeling- a melange of excitement and anticipation and anguish- it was peculiar. what's stranger was catching myself feeling so peculiar. so curious. and soo weirdments.

"what's next, amelia? apricot and almond cheese with crackers or linguistics assignment?"
i reckon molly-watching will be good.