Add to the list of things which most girls don’t talk about at parties but which are pillars of my conversational repetoire: Profane excretion.
He prepared himself by taking somewhat laxative, and came in on a solemn day, thrumbled in to the very altar, and there voided himself. Very soon, we may be sure, a cry [...]
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 I'm a student pursuing a doctoral degree in late medieval history. My main interests include but are not limited to Latin, Italian, cultural theory, educational curriculum, historiography, cognitive processes, language-theory, gender relations and THE WESTERN CANON (mwahaha); i am not particularly interesting, avant-garde or risque; My main hobbies include the exciting activities of cooking, baking, going to the gym, eating green apple-caramel lollipops, restaurant reviewing and acting as child-like and sassy as possible. I keep these entries from the years of my life - no matter how i feel about them today - available because i find it useful to revisit events i now interpret differently. My name is heather, i'm of Montreal and i was born in the nefarious, ominous year 1984. |
Sunday i attended the marriage of Z’s two exes as his +1. It was a casual affair with maybe 20 people attending (including two kittens, a puppy and a five-month old baby), but good food and lots of laughs. I’ve been re-reading old journals - the ones i used to keep before blogging. I can’t find the first one, from 2000, which is what i am looking for, but the other two have brought back some interesting moments i had almost forgotten. My elephant-like memory owes much to this behavioural pattern. because they make me feel like it’s the summer of 2002. I seem to have forgotten the lessons of Oz for a few months, but no more. Breathe deep. It’s cold. Tomorrow isn’t here yet. Another adventure is waiting. There is no excerpt because this is a protected post. (noun) the process by which the surface of the earth is worn away by the action of water, glaciers, winds, waves, etc. The medievalist in me can’t resist perpetuating a dying tradition. I put the stamp on my thirtieth Christmas card today and will be walking the last batch down to the mailbox at the end of the street during my lunch hour. I worry about this letter-writing mania - if at 24 i send 30 Xmas [...] I had spent the night sleeping on an inflatable mattress for which the cap had been lost. Luckily, the a bathtub drain-plug was just the right size and i was only awakened every three hours by the necessity to reinflate my temporary bed. I dreamt last night that i was able to go back in time and retain my knowledge of what the future led… if you know me at all you know where i went and what i tried to undo. My subconcious is out to depress me. Nevertheless, when i woke up i was faced with [...] Garrulous is the word of the day today - it means overly talkative. |
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