Dream

C’est aujourd’hui que je lui dis. C’est aujourd’hui que ça se passe. Encore un “Non” à attendre, je suppose. Encore un autre refus, un rejet de plus à ajouter à ma collection. Parce que Monsieur est trop occupé avec une autre. Peu importe nos baisers, peu importe qu’on s’entende très bien, il faut avoir la tête ailleurs que sur mon épaule, la main qui farfouille quelqu’un d’autre, les yeux qui en admirent une autre.

English Version:
Today is the day I tell him. Today is the day it happens. Yet another “No” to expect, I guess. Yet another refusal, another rejection to add to my collection. Because Mister is too busy with another girl. No matter our kisses, no matter we get along well, he must keep his head away from my shoulder, his hand rummaging about somebody else, his eyes admiring another girl.

When I do homework on the computer, I have the attention span of a goldfish.

That said, I have written a bit less than 2 pages of a 10 page paper due Wednesday in the early afternoon. Tomorrow afternoon, I have a meeting for another school work, plus a class in the evening. Wednesday morning, I have another class, along with an exam.

As a happier note, though, I see that using only the WordPress default features to fight spam is still efficient on my blog. I guess I’m not ranking high enough on Google for spammers to find it is worth, so I don’t get too much spam and can delete them manually (well, almost manually).

These are things I must really get my ass–err, my hands/brain– to do:

• Watch the movies I have to watch for class
• Do my work on Tim Burton
• Do my work on censorship in the beginning of cinema (1895 to circa 1960)
• Understand what’s wrong with this guy
• Complete my new personal website, which I am working on offline
• Find a host for said personal site
• Get comments! My stats say I have several hundreds of hits a day. And my comments seem to have been lost.
• Replace Spam Karma by Akismet or something. completed November 16th
• Complete the content I started doing for my fanlistings.
• Complete the modifications I brought to Flinx to make it more secure so I can use it here and there.

After the complete disappearance of my comments and the ads of this host that are getting more and more disgusting, someone has deleted my New Super Mario Bros game. This isn’t something to do! I was on the last bloody level and now I have to start all over again!

Oh, the woes of life.

This isn’t one of those boring posts about “OMG I’m putting this site on hiatus because I sooo need to know myself.” It isn’t because I’m so excited and happy and merry and don’t ask me why because it’s perfect like that.

Anyway, searching for my full name on Google brings two results related to me on the first page. Of course, neither of these is this personal website…The first is actually the human beings fanlisting. Why the hell is it on the first page? The second is my profile on stock exchange. I’m looking forward for a new host.