My dad is going to be okay. I’ve known for a couple of days, but writing that out felt like jinxing him. What can I say–I’m freaking traumatized and irrational. But also relieved.
But… Also traumatized.
He will need some speech and physical therapy, but there was no permanent damage. He’s pretty lucky.
My (adult) sister does this thing where she screams and hollers and huffs and puffs when something is upsetting her and when you ask her what’s wrong, she dramatically gasps, “I just can’t even talk about it right now!” And nothing makes me roll my eyes harder than when she does that. So I’m not going to do that, but I am going to move on to a lighter/happier topic!
Tracee Ellis Ross is launching a hair care line! I woke up early this morning, scrolled through Instagram in a semi-conscious state, saw the news and–I swear this is true–started reaching around in the dark (on my nightstands) saying, “Where’s my wallet?” The Bae shook his head in wonderment and told me to get a grip. But see, I don’t tell him to get a grip when he’s trying to get basketball season tickets, do I? Nope, because I know it’s pointless. Just like it’s pointless to try to stop me from buying every product in this new launch. I couldn’t this morning, though, because it doesn’t launch until the 9th. But I’ll be ready!
Tomorrow we’re leaving for our first and last summer vacation of the year. It’s been ninety days at my new job and I’m officially able to take advantage of my vacation time! Oh yeah, and benefits too, of course. Don’t want to forget about those!
I also don’t want to forget to pack alllll of my straw hats, so I’ve gotta go. Have a great week!
I feel like I’m flailing in my French fluency goal. I am studying every day (almost), but I don’t know if I’m getting anywhere. It’s difficult to know without tests of some sort. And there is also no plan. I guess I follow my study book chapter by chapter, so there’s that. But how do I test my improvement? How do I know if I’m really advancing? I still can’t understand most of my favorite French movie (Priceless). I understand some of the French YouTube fashion videos that I watch, but not enough to celebrate or anything. I’ve started increasing my listening time, and after about forty-five minutes my brain fights me every step of the way. After an hour, my brain is like
and I can’t cajole it back into submission. Maybe if I split up my listening sessions–one hour in the morning, one in the evening? I don’t know–it’s pretty annoying. IT’S MY BRAIN! It should listen to me! Understand this fucking language, brain!
I gave up sugar four days ago, so I’m taking everything a little harder than usual.
I bought a French decor magazine a couple of weeks ago, and I didn’t know like seventy percent of the words in it. How is that even possible?! That’s probably my fault for limiting my French listening to Barbie and Caillou. Not the most sophisticated vocabulary, right? But…everything else is so hard to understand!
Today I hung out with my friend, Julie, who is French, and that helps a lot because I can understand her and when I can’t she explains things so that I can. It’s just bizarre to me that I can understand a lot of what she says, but everyone else is so difficult to decipher. Why won’t my brain stop betraying me? I’ve always been so good to it.
I should really switch the narrative and frame all of this in a more positive light, huh? I understand some French YouTube videos. I can talk with Julie in French. I can listen to forty-five minutes of French. I know thirty percent of the words in my French decor magazine. I can understand a lot of Caillou and Barbie en français. These are all things I couldn’t do a few years ago. Perhaps my brain is not betraying me. I mean–it is being stubborn…but then look who it belongs to.
Okay, yeah. I should learn to be more positive. That’s just really tough to do on your fourth day without sugar!
À bientôt !