Je sais les sentiments, les sensations, les émotions que je veux écrire; je les sais dans mes os. Cependant, je ne sais pas comment les écrire, comment les traduire au papier (ou, uh, à l'ordinateur). Bloody motherfuckin' hell.
Long week, little sleep, stress levels rising. I love my French class--it's incredibly difficult, incredibly intense, but so worth it. God. I love that language. (Russian is equally amazing, except for the disaster better known as "verbs of motion." And verbal aspect. And declension. And...)
Taken from Brittany: "Comment here and I'll tell you one thing that I like about you (or I'll try... seriously, some of you are just assholes!) Then go post it in your LJ and return the sentiment." FYI, if you're an asshole, I will not tell you--instead, I'll come up with some particularly creative thing I like about you just so I can continue bitching you out behind your back. Are you feeling lucky, punk?