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Oh la la ... I want you as entertainer of beautiful and exciting long messages-slash-literary! You dream over the words ... Post funny pictures where my face is not to his advantage ... I feel like writing! I quote my teacher: "In writing that one learns to write." Exactly ... is of novels, short stories that I want to write you. I have lots of ideas!

I see a man walking on the desert campus. He limps a funny way. It takes me a desire to describe his approach very carefully, in a page. Not easy.

I think an erotic novel, and I poetizes. I create images: the girl's mouth as deep as the night. It's almost beautiful.

At the hotel where I am replacing, I prepare a book of short stories involving scabrous receptionists and maids: one wears an arm torn and sutured, and a pretext for aggression dog. Yet the window of the basement is broken and the injury to his arm does not look like a bite. Another daughter is schizophrenic and nymphomaniac. It brings the guys at the hotel and sleep with them in empty rooms, and then again without changing the bed sheets covered sperm. Two women hate about a shady history involving a client, and each has a very different story: that belief?

Me not steal my ideas here! I can show you the brain-stormer consistently. Because my notes to me are pretty chaotic ...

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I'm gone spend four days in St-Armand. We happily got out of Quebec under a beautiful sun, and it is with sadness that we left the Montérégie in the rain. Weather morale, say Facebook. Chez Papa-Maman, a French course occupies in my room. That fact that Tom and I were dealing that of Jobe. Jobe and inherited the futon in the living room. Those who know my house know that sleeping in the middle of our show is as funny as sleeping without a tent in the middle of a freeway, mosquitoes bonus. Fortunately for Jobe was that for one night, we set off again the day after his arrival.

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It's summer! I have a stack of a dozen books waiting to be read for my sake. I had time to read two before my teacher sent me to the work plan for my summer courses. The holiday will not last long ... tomorrow, I plunge into the Franco-Acadian literature. In Program: 9 to read novels, three movies to see, four reflections of 3 pages, 10 pages of analysis, and an oral presentation. Mouaip ... Fortunately, that job is pretty dead (no pun flat) and I have time to read ...

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And then you people? How are you? (This is probably my most ugly conclusion to life ...)

Wireing Outside Temature Switch Mondeo

A life in end-session

I was rereading some old publications of this blog and said to myself: "Calm down, it is time to revive this place words!" Because Facebook is still cool for photos, but it's not where I want to tell you my life.

My life ... In the final session, these words take a funny turn. "My Life" is a mix of procrastination useful (clean up the bathroom and classification of t-shirts by color along a gradient extensively studied), procrastination useless (see Facebook) and pitchage on Word for Word have A +, crossing fingers and hoping that magic exists.

And then, I want to welcome my little sister. His friends had gone to Peru, and not her. That fact that it has made his own trip to Quebec City. In the final session, to be visited by a Shopaholic is not always

ideal. And for bed is hard: after enjoying the sleep of the beast on the makeshift cot to finally work on an analysis of the figure of the woman in A hunter god, I slip in bed ready to enjoy a long night of recovery. But in the wee hours of the not-yet dawn, Shick decides she can not sleep. And it would really be better with me, to take all the room in my bed. And, besides, when I had the audacity to switch sides back to the vacuum and thus find myself sleeping face to face with Shick, I got a friendly "Get you, you stink the mouth " from the intruder. Ye.

And then ... The same charming, after getting me that we dined at the restaurant, asked to get a tan. The prom is coming. So we will sit under fluorescent lights, feeling hot and nice to relax at the end of the session, I thought. Result: sunburn crak in the breast. Pleasant. "Honey, no contact for a few days, stp ..." And then that evening, we decided to watch a movie, even if it does not finish before Shick and goes to bed early so I can return to the opposition between men and women in the novel Soucy. Except that, at 23h, when I want to stop the movie, there's baby who cries: "NO! It's the best movie I've seen in my life, stop the paaaaas!". And to diss shit '.

Well, then, in another vein ... y 'was launched Camels! Our baby journal, in gestation for two years, has finally emerged! Yay! We did a launch party at Fu Bar in Quebec City, and what a success! The Dean and his wife were there, along with three other teachers who support us fully. The wine was good, the music also, copies of the magazine went as hotcakes (well, they are not sold, it was free ... it has probably contributed to their success!). Finally, we could return to our concerns and quit school to read and proofread and review each piece to make sure everything is ok before you print ... And then there was even interviouvé! Text here: http://www.aufil.ulaval.ca/articles/dos-chameaux-16351.html

And on the picture: Me, Julie, Jeanne and Nicolas Elise, parents founders Camels (in Besides my love, Tom, who was not there for the photo).

I also want to start the invitation: the next issue, whose theme will be "a journey in and through literature" due out this fall. Feel free to submit texts or reflexive creations!

And then ... the session ends in joy and enthusiasm general! Tuesday, everything will be finished. Not the bacc ', of course: I have three courses to complete literature, and I have a certificate in creative writing to at the same time, but it will be okay.

Good end of the session, good spring, enjoy the sunshine and good weather!

Images Of Oral Warts On Lips

I eat and eat soft warm

Sometimes things do not go quite as planned. Especially when we had not really planned anything ...

It started with a strange semi-awakening in the night. The feeling of having something on the tongue. Sleepy attempt to spit. I did the opposite and I swallowed. Swallowed What? I know. I was asleep. Maybe I dreamed.

The same week, I had pain behind my last molar. Wisdom tooth growing. 1 Sofia, wiser than I am. Bobo still ... Naturally, I spend my time walking my tongue in that corner, to follow the development of my tooth. In the last molar tooth brushing, I feel like a hole, with sharp edges. It bothers me, I think, and I call to my dentist.

- Hello! I have a wisdom tooth that grows, and the molar next door looks to be holed ... c'peut you think I lost a filling? Can you check my record if I have been filling the tooth? ("No" surprise me with all that I put in to fix my teeth, I could pay a few round-trip between France and Quebec).

- Dr. Anick is on vacation this week, she returns next week. Wednesday, this would suit you? 11h?

- Ok!

And I hang up, and when I hang up, I realize that I'm not at all "was answered" that I wanted and not me, go!

Good. At least the dentist will be able to tell me, if I lost a filling or not. Meanwhile, I brush my teeth very well.

I go to my appointment this morning in the waiting room I am revising for an exam film at 12:30. My turn comes, I am asked to remove all my jewelry take the pan. "Koss?" I ask. "Ben is going to take a radio to see your wisdom tooth. The last radio was in 2006, she has been good." Really. I just want to know what it is my fillings, but if it makes you happy ...

then I sit on the couch, and it takes only half a second to the dentist to tell me hallucinating and there is no problem with my tooth. But I can polish it so that it bothers me less. "Ok!" I say. It fact, it took 13 seconds total, and I'm about to get up and go to my movie review. Except that, the dentist leaves his stuff kind of torture syringe and clamps. "Huh?" I ask. "Well, we will remove your wisdom tooth, it is enough and she pulls out your molar. The other is not left out, it can wait," replied my dentist.

I had not pentoute butcher me, me ... I protest weakly, "Oh I reviewed earlier, I want to be right, flies in my last wisdom tooth I fainted, then ..." Interrupts the dentist: it's a tooth on top, full easy to extract, I'm almost not frozen, it will take two minutes. I have no time to reply in less than two I was frozen, butchered and stitched. And was removed $ 170 from my account.

All because one night I woke with the feeling of having swallowed a seal.

The best way to clear his head before an exam stress: change the wrong place. Radical, mais ça marche.