je suis crevée
Jun. 9th, 2005 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideSince Stace is coming tomorrow afternoon, I'm trying to cram my normal weekend activities into the week. My French tutor and my personal trainer (writing this sentence makes me feel so absurd, I'm not quite sure what to do) could both meet tonight. So despite another crappy night of sleep and demented dreams, I trundled off to French right after work.
To be honest, French makes me very, very happy. And I'm not sure why. It's hard. And it's not like I'm not mentally challenged (erm. shut up, you know what I mean) at work. But I really love my instructor. I've regretted letting my French lapse so much, that each week is like a reward or something and the hour goes by absurdly fast. But it's exciting to see how much I've retained and I have to admit, my instructor's praise gives me validation I didn't realize I was missing.
Or I'm just a whore for praise.
After class, I hauled ass to meet Alexis and she basically handed said ass back to me on a platter. I need to record my reps, as lame a journal entry as that may be, because tonight there was some serious progress and it'll be cool to look back at the history. If I wasn't about to pass out, I would have been gleeful at the surprised look on her face. I don't think she expected me to show the improvement I have (I mean, she's not a bitch about it or anything--I'm surprised, too). But I can feel my puny muscles flexing. It's weird. Of course the weirdest reward for improvement is she just adds to the challenge. We did three sets of each superset tonight and my whimpering toward the end was real, and not just bratty.
So home now. Fed zee beast. And realized that there's no way I have the energy to clean my apartment (though if Alexis were here, she'd probably squeeze the last ounce of strength out of me). But Stace isn't staying with me until Saturday night so I have tomorrow and Saturday morning. Never do now what you can procrastinate in case of an apocalypse.
And as tired as I am. As tired and worn out and badly in need of dinner, I'm weirdly giddy about the freaking 100-question meme out there on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leighdb's journal that I will some how manage to do. Because filling out memes is freakishly exciting for me.
To be honest, French makes me very, very happy. And I'm not sure why. It's hard. And it's not like I'm not mentally challenged (erm. shut up, you know what I mean) at work. But I really love my instructor. I've regretted letting my French lapse so much, that each week is like a reward or something and the hour goes by absurdly fast. But it's exciting to see how much I've retained and I have to admit, my instructor's praise gives me validation I didn't realize I was missing.
Or I'm just a whore for praise.
After class, I hauled ass to meet Alexis and she basically handed said ass back to me on a platter. I need to record my reps, as lame a journal entry as that may be, because tonight there was some serious progress and it'll be cool to look back at the history. If I wasn't about to pass out, I would have been gleeful at the surprised look on her face. I don't think she expected me to show the improvement I have (I mean, she's not a bitch about it or anything--I'm surprised, too). But I can feel my puny muscles flexing. It's weird. Of course the weirdest reward for improvement is she just adds to the challenge. We did three sets of each superset tonight and my whimpering toward the end was real, and not just bratty.
So home now. Fed zee beast. And realized that there's no way I have the energy to clean my apartment (though if Alexis were here, she'd probably squeeze the last ounce of strength out of me). But Stace isn't staying with me until Saturday night so I have tomorrow and Saturday morning. Never do now what you can procrastinate in case of an apocalypse.
And as tired as I am. As tired and worn out and badly in need of dinner, I'm weirdly giddy about the freaking 100-question meme out there on
leighdb's journal that I will some how manage to do. Because filling out memes is freakishly exciting for me.
