Wednesday

Oh! Que j'ai eu un bon leçon de flûte aujourd'hui. Ms. B m'a complementé plusierus fois. Autrement, rien d'importance ne se passe. Seulement que j'ai encore mangé trop et que demain nous auron un IQ test. Et je ne manquerai pas plus que la petit dejeuner. Je crois maintenant que ce n'était pas gentile de sembler si fatiguée en classe defrançais. Je reformerai. Ah, jemain d'ai encore du sports! Et un examen d'español, et j'ai compris le titre. Pour moi c'est formidable.

Hier il y avait TO et Jack. Elle était très argumentative. Aussi, ce qui est degoutante, elle parle beaucoup aved food dans la bouche. 1) C'est unintelligible, and 2) was not pretty. Si comme moi elle a eu, ou acceptée, quelques mots de conseil quand elle etait petite, peut-être elle ne serait pas comme cela maintenant. C'est seulement hier que j'ai compris pourquoi mes parents me la enseignaient çela très forte.

Je ne sais pas malheruex si dans ce cahier mon français n'est pas parfait. Je ne charche pas des mots ou feminin/masculin au dictionaire ou n'immporte quoi. Et maintenant je crois que je veut retourner à l'anglais.

I do like to write in French, and speak it. And if I were good enough I would prefer speaking it, I think, all the time. However, there are some things in English that you just can't say in French. Ah well, that's the way languages are, inextricably tied to the cultures that use them. Why can't I write today? It seems as if all I've been doing is erasing and scratching out things. I'm going to take a bath now, and then do my math. I really don't want to, but I'm afraid I'm falling behind. (I always worry about that, don't I.) For an interesting comparison read the Romanji Diary and then these two notebooks ~ there is similarity, and also great difference.

Thursday

It's really the 7th, but I writing about the events of the day, now yesterday (!). Well, I think I blew it with ol' JG, and the sad thing is, I'm not really miserablized about it. No one showed up for his class so we sat there and talked during sports period. It was strange.

Then I came home, and didn't meditate, and only practiced an hour, and watched Flip and Kung Fu and although I'd sworn not The Streets of San Francisco. It was a tearjerker, and the acting was mostly good except for the judge (lady). UGH. I cried and let the tears slide down my face and got rid of all my emotion over something unconnected.

Well, AC's play Wedding Band seems to have been a success. Mom + Dad came home with her and Ex-Commissioner B (!) and E (avec ami) and several other connaisances de AC. They have talked and I have listened until almost 1:00. I left to go beddy-bye, they still yak below. Ah well. Also I have to meditate. I ate too many potato chips and nuts and I feel fat and ugly and upset tummy, not to mention guilty. I didn't do what you'd consider alot of exercise today, and I ate a ton. No food 'til dinner tomorrow baby! (You slob you!)

My handwriting is really hopeless and my pen is leaking all over me and I really should just meditate and shut out the ol' light, though the other way around. I'm going to wear my African beads tomorrow! They'll probably fall off, or get stolen, with my kinda luck. On ne peut jamais gagner. The reason my handwriting's so big is that I'm writing at a funny angle. My eyes are starting to unfocus and droop. The watch comes off, the notebook goes away, the light goes out, and I... well I guess you could call meditating "go in." No more yak. (Traces of Dick Gregory yet.)

Friday

Woke late ~ studied on trolley ~ haven't meditated at all. Got silver + beads and leather, and for myself, one amber (African) bead. Gets more beautiful as I handled it. Went out to dinner, after making one necklace and a choker for Mom. We ate with N + Hn at the Parthenon. H felt sick. Then she got better. We went to the New Impressions Workshop Gallery, and home. I fed H some ice cream, she started feeling worse again, but it didn't last. Watched ~ A Frightening Feeling You're Going to Die and the news. I have an 8:15 rehearsal tomorrow morning. I will give reactions and feelings to whole day sometime when I have time. (H had left some of the things she bought at Terra-Cotta so we went back on our way to dinner, and Mom bought the little torch!)

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