I promise.
So, in order to look presentable tomorrow I’m not doing my nails and writing a typical nail polishing post. “What is a nail polishing post?” I hear you ask. Well, mon petites, a nail polishing post is a post you write while you wait for the layers of nail polish to dry. You would be surprised what one can write during three tracks on CD. (three for the first layers, five for the last one, everybody knows that!)
Let’s see… I bought a new dictionary yesterday. Unfortunately they didn’t have Le Petit Robert de poche, so I had to get the pocket version of Larousse. It’s a perfectly respectable dictionary! And I still have the big Le Petit Robert. Okay, that just sounded so weird.
I am dying to taste the new flavor of B&J I found, Bohemian Raspberry. First off, I think that name is just hilarious! Second, I like raspberries. And I sure like B&J!
I can’t for the life of me decide what to wear for the school seminar-y thingy tomorrow. I need to look smart and credible and like ‘I know what I’m doing and it’ll blow your mind away once I’m done’, while naturally looking pretty (not sexy) and having that distinct “ii”-factor that people have grown to expect from me. And while I’m an excellent dresser-upper (erm..?), even I have to admit that that is a long order for one outfit. I think I’ll just have to go with… I’m thinking sky-high stilettos but with a bit of a good-girl thrown in for good measure, like… mochasins, only with crazy heels? A pencil skirt in cream… what on top? And what do I do with my hair? Troubled, I am, indeed.
Ooh, that reminded me! I’m using the iGoogle front page for my internet, and as I was playing around with it I found this application that turns random sentences into Yoda-speak! How cool is that?! Which reminded me of the funny game of M*A*S*H, which I love. Okay, I love it, because it promised I’d end up living in a beautiful apartment in Paris with George Clooney. No kids, no wedding rings, just me and George and Paris. I do believe that’s what you find when you look up “paradise” in a dictionary. In fact, let me look at my brand new Larousse…
paradis nm 1. RELIG Lieu de séjour des âmes des justes après la mort. 2. FIG Lieu enchanteur. 3. Galerie supérieure d’un théâtre; poulailler. 4. Vivre avec George Clooney dans Paris sans enfants.
See? I told you!
It’s a good thing George is such a… how should I put this nicely… won’t spit in the glass, as the Finns say. Because I think I might be getting a drinking problem. For example, I’m hungry, but instead of getting food I opened up a bottle of chardonnay. I’m planning on getting rather wasted on Friday (school party, it’s a tradition that one should not be able to get out the taxi stumble-free). That should be a good evening, by the way! I’ll try to post about it later, as I’m sure loads of funs stories are made. Especially since My Friend With Huge Boobs is going to be there.
Byt the way, this was written over several more tracks than three. I’m not that fast.
