agre 2003-03-03 (3:22 p.m.)

Yah.

Smitten.

*sigh*

..someone just called for my roommate, Emilie.

At the end of the conversation, he wished said, "Bonne soirée"...

..for those of you who don't know what it means, "Have a good evening"

wtf?

My brother Jason has two diaries. One in French, and one in English. I've been reading his entries so far, and it tickles. I recognize my style of writing in his, and he in mine (so he says :D ) It's nice. Makes me happy.

Got to bed at 4am.

Woke up at 10, 12 and finally, 1. Got up.

And here I am.

I dunno if I'll call the boi. I don't really have any business doing so..

*shrug*

And everyone, go say hello to my brother

I desperately do NOT want to be alone tonight. I'm just back from supper with my sisters, Tristan, and Francois, and it was fun.

But­. I. Desperately. Do. NOT. Want. To. Be. Alone. Tonight.

And I'm not being given a choice here, either.

Thinking of inviting the Boi Of Many Names (read: the boi I'm smitten for) to come see a movie tomorow night. I think I probably won't want to be alone tomorow, either...

I think I'll watch Buffy, or Hellsing, or Bastard episodes until my eyes become all droopy and until I don't remember that I desperately don't want to be alone tonight, and then go sleep in my cold bed, alone and shivering.

my roommate and my little brother broke out the old Nintendo and we'Re having a blast playing Super Mario Bros. 3. Hee. Love it.

I'd say our living room is littered with way too many games. Nintendo, Super Nintendo, Nintendo 64 and Playstation.. DreamCast and PS2 tonight. Dood. Are we students or what? :D

Went to Danya's, and made sushi with her and Dasha and Marie and Antoine and Patrice and Nicolas. Nummy.. Much fun. Much laughter. Much sticky rice.

Sushi is easy to make.

And *sigh*.. So smitten for a boi...

I had a good day.

My German teacher talked to me for about 10 minutes about how surprised he was that I could speak with such good rhythm and the right intonation and stuff like that. He says he's never seen that in a student who's only had two years of German. I was touched. And for the DeutschAbend (March 31st, 8pm, if anyone wants to come) - it's kinda like a talent show, in German... and we have to impersonate a famous German person for most of the evening, plus doing little presentations. I'm famous person is Bertolt Brecht, and Alain (my teacher) gave me the parts three different songs written by him, that I could do for that show. I dropped by around one to see if he'd had time to make me a tape of all three songs so that I could practice, and I asked him if he wanted me to do all three. He said it was up to me. I told him I was game.

So I'm singing 3 songs, in front of a whole bunch of people, March 31st. Now I bet no one wants to come anymore, eh? :D

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After that meeting, I was really happy and floating, and I was going to go hang out around the comities, and as I got there, a friend of mine, followed by 4 people, were starting a train to go around everywhere in the school and sing and make people wonder about us. So I threw my bag and coat in one of the rooms and went with. It was funny :)

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And I talked to Sasha for a whole bit lot of while (1½hours). Learned a lot about him. Had good meaningfull conversations. Opened up about a whole bunch of things that I hadn't really talked about. And it felt really good.

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I think one of the boys from the comitees like me.

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And I still really don't understand why Ali doesn't want a cat. The reasons she gives me don't hold up: "her family is allergic" ok, but her family won't live here. "It makes the air unclean" - *blink*. she who has two guinea pigs who smell if you don't change the cage every days and a half.

And yet she wouldn't have asked me to get rid of Hsu had he not died. She was fine with living with a cat for 4 months when Hsu was still here. She had the choice of being here with a cat or at her parents' without, and she spent 5 days a week here with a cat, anyway. I just don't understand.

I miss a cat in the apartment.

... I think I just finally understood all of Hallelujah...

Wow.

I hadn't injured myself this many times in one day in ages.

This morning (after waking up to Take a Walk on the Wild Side) I fell out of bed. And its a long fall. I've got milk crates jacking it up.

Then later, I went swimming, and during a full-contact game of water-tag, I got kicked, and the kicker had ver long and sharp toenails. Result? A nice deep scratch below my left knee.

Than at swing tonight, during the beginner's course I got stepped on both big toes by two different guys who were swing dancing for the first time. Neither started hurting until about two hours ago, while I was dancing. And then they started throbbing. And they're nice and purple now. No, that's not cause of the nail polish.

And then also during the course, also with a beginner I landed a lift (a move where the girl jumps up.. one of the basic acrobatic moves.. anyway) badly, and hurt my knee.

So yeah.

Ow.

But I had fun.

I also saw Charles, to whom I owe the joys of swing dancing. He's the one who brought me to my first swing night last March. Who was slimy and had a mjor crush on me and had not sense of rhythm and who I really didn't like.

Well.

He can dance, now. And he's not quite so slimy anymore. I had a couple of good dances with him. I'm still glad he lives in Montreal now, and I haven't yet decided if it was a good idea or not that I told him he could call me... but... yeah.

And now an episode of Buffy or of Hellsing, and then bed.

Woke up this morning to the sound of my clock radio playing Take a Walk on the Wild Side. *chuckle*

And Sebas just called me to know what I was doing tonight, cause he needed a babysitter. And so I told him I was going Swing Dancing tonight. Reaction? "Oh? So little Nitsa's going to pick up some cute boy tonight?" *laugh*

And then I told him that I was going there to dance, not to flirt with cute boys. (and umm. is it only me or does "flurt" look really funny?)

So he told me to have fun and a bring home a cute boy.

He's funny.

There is truly nothing better than a bottle of greek aperitif wine, a wonderful supper, a bottle of port, a bottle of pinot and 3 bottles of mosel gold, with good friends, good music, and older sister, lots of laughter, and staying up drinking till 5 am and then couching until 7 am and sleeping for 5 hours, getting up, more good food, good friends, older sister, good music to take your mind off your present life and to make you realize that the bad stuff is just and illusion... to make you feel a whole lot better.

Spent the night with Danya, Marie (roomate from last year), Evelyne (Danya's cegep best friend), Guillaume (Danya's bassist) and Francois (Danya's drummer), drinking, writing funny stories, laughing, listening to good music, and feeling all around wonderfull, getting drunk, talking of going sledding on the plains...

I feel so much better.

Happiest of birthdays, Joy. *hugs* I love you. I'm toying with the insane idea of showing up and going to your shows...

avant - après

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