It's winter. At least, it began to be strangely resemble. Halloween, October, autumn leaves and orange, it was Saturday again. And since Monday, since 1 November, it really enters the winter. It's snowing. It's cold. In the morning we saw frost on the grass only yesterday we could caress of the hand without irritating skin. We put on some gloves, hat, scarf and warm. Each homeowner adds, above his garage and his front door, a canvas supported to avoid being blocked by snow. The thought of tens of centimeters flakes piled frightens me! In shops, I'm afraid: there are four more days, we saw spiders and ghosts. Now we see garlands, Christmas balls. Everything glows with the colors red and silver. Even the cup of Starbuck's is the same as before! Yet Christmas is just a great month and a half! No, it is already there in the minds of people, beginning to provide something for their supper.
me it's always a little uncertain. There Eleanor, who speaks to rent a cottage for three days and spending Christmas lost in the deep Saguenay me happy. Will it be done? ... It is still a long time to really think about it. And all this time will be devoted to the study. New York kept me busy for a week, and I did not take a second to work a little bit. The general course of Quebec literature is absolutely not worried, about the mastery seminar, my mini-dissertation project is already well advanced in my head. It will make a good presentation, followed by a persuasive paper. Little, so. But the other two courses m'angoissent. First there is the media culture. My project on the first year of publication of Cross really does not advance. And even if I have five whole months m'enfiler articles and miscellaneous Catholic, I can not see where I concretely. The record is to make that December 20. But first there's the conference. In which each student makes a notice on its current issue, gives the issues and assumptions, ditto ditto. And that's for Dec. 1. Gulp! Added to this, in addition, the record and to present oral Chantal S. the three works on women imposed. For two weeks I have dropped the case and put aside the other items on Bernier and Claire Martin. But he'd better get back to serious. It is far, finally, on December 25th!
So I work. I read the edition
itoriaux of Cross , am back in Flesh Disappointing (again!). Fortunately for me, the Starbuck's is not far away. And every day, I offer my little mocha cream whipped, gently sipping the while studying the writings of Father Bailly. In the fridge, I always a few apples from the Island of Orleans, and I eat more than reason. To relax during the day, I watch an episode of Glee , and I hum all the time on Wicked . In the evening, either studying or I go out. Yesterday, a glass with Jean-Michel, who is with me at seminary mastery, and his friends. I fit, finally, I try. And every couple days, I'll skate with Eleanor, that other Lyon history student. Like Eleanor, his simplicity, his manias children, his outlook on things. We sometimes have the same fears, and for the first time since my arrival, I found someone to really talk about what happens to us. We laugh often, love being horribly cynical and cruel to her. Except when I skate, and that it is their turn to pay my head. Nevertheless, I learn quickly, especially since I've been told that skating is like dancing. I'm starting to really enjoy the dance classes, too. After one month a reluctance on the trainings, I admit I am wrong, and even expect the course with undisguised impatience. Choreography takes shape, and gestures they are still very square three weeks, I finally put the "feeling". I leave the course, sweaty and tired, with aches all over, especially emptied. The gala dance in a month (again!), And our machine is rusting.
Pleasure of my day: take a bath. Nobody in the roommate, I take this opportunity to make music, and run hot water. Ca foam around the tub, and I take a quarter of an hour of relaxation. The simple moments of joy!
Do I say that I am the sculptor of this terrifying pumpkin? Returning New York, I jump a day and a night in Sherbrooke, an hour and a half drive from Montreal in the east. Caroline is in her boyfriend, Felicien, who lives there, and they invite me to a Halloween party two days before the real event. Beforehand, I bought a costume cape and mask, history of being the Phantom of the Opera, myself. Successful party where everyone drinks a lot. All I have played the game I look at the pretty mermaid what Carolina, while turning my face every minute. The next day we set off for Quebec, Felicien has a climbing competition in the capital. But having had too much sangria the day before, the poor are sick, and it is with difficulty that he managed to start to take off the walls and the sockets. Then recover and finish 5th in the competition '.
This weekend in fact, arrived at Quebec Carolina for three days. Story to an energetic, and ending up as both. To give himself a boost before the month and a half ahead of us both! 
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