Lisa's French Adventures
Monday, March 2, 2009
Anal Expulsive Anal Retentive
I'm doing some homework, reading on The Anal Stage of Sigmund Freud's Psychosexual Stages of Development, and all I have to say is Ha, Ha, Ha. For all those times you called me an anal expulsve/retentive (I doubt you ever called me anal retentive) I NOW UNDERSTAND!
Jesus, and you would think you could explain things every now and then. Gotta figure out everything on my own here? IN FRANCE?!
Kay anyways, I'm sitting in front of Meryls mom [Veronique] now, we're both working on something and every now and then I see from the corner of my eye her looking up and looking at me. Now at first I'm like kkaaayyy.... awkward. The thing is, every time she makes a mistake or spells a word incorrectly she looks up to check if I noticed. When we ate lunch earlier on she was cutting an apple I think and something like a piece flung into her face, or onto her arm, or even on to the plate. I pretended not to notice because really, what does it matter? I'm not gonna judge you. She quickly looked up at me, saw that I wasn't aware of what happened, and then eased back into eating her apple. This whole Freud project is getting me all analytical of everything around me.
Didn't go to school today either. Woke up at 12. Actually woke up at 7:40, and noticed that the house was all quiet and thought that Meryl and her father had left that morning without me. Then I started thinking a little deeper. Meryl isn't feeling well. Thats what it is, she stays home, I stay home. Am I complaining? I just might start really soon because my ass is become numb.
The house is so quiet. If I wasn't typing and the computer wasn't running then you could hear her mothers pen hitting the paper and writing her words away. I'm sure if you listen carefully you could even guess the words and sentences she was putting together. You know what it sounds like. I'll tell you exactly what it sounds like. You're sitting at the doctors offices' waiting room. Complete silence excluding the phone call now and then, the annoying secretaries voice, that old wrinkly woman siting right in front of you flipping through the pages of her magazine. Thats what this house is, The doctors office.
Now I know I'm probably using all my punctuation marks incorrectly but ya know what too bad =D
You can stop suffering now all you grammar loving freaks.
T'ill later
Lisa<3
Jesus, and you would think you could explain things every now and then. Gotta figure out everything on my own here? IN FRANCE?!
Kay anyways, I'm sitting in front of Meryls mom [Veronique] now, we're both working on something and every now and then I see from the corner of my eye her looking up and looking at me. Now at first I'm like kkaaayyy.... awkward. The thing is, every time she makes a mistake or spells a word incorrectly she looks up to check if I noticed. When we ate lunch earlier on she was cutting an apple I think and something like a piece flung into her face, or onto her arm, or even on to the plate. I pretended not to notice because really, what does it matter? I'm not gonna judge you. She quickly looked up at me, saw that I wasn't aware of what happened, and then eased back into eating her apple. This whole Freud project is getting me all analytical of everything around me.
Didn't go to school today either. Woke up at 12. Actually woke up at 7:40, and noticed that the house was all quiet and thought that Meryl and her father had left that morning without me. Then I started thinking a little deeper. Meryl isn't feeling well. Thats what it is, she stays home, I stay home. Am I complaining? I just might start really soon because my ass is become numb.
The house is so quiet. If I wasn't typing and the computer wasn't running then you could hear her mothers pen hitting the paper and writing her words away. I'm sure if you listen carefully you could even guess the words and sentences she was putting together. You know what it sounds like. I'll tell you exactly what it sounds like. You're sitting at the doctors offices' waiting room. Complete silence excluding the phone call now and then, the annoying secretaries voice, that old wrinkly woman siting right in front of you flipping through the pages of her magazine. Thats what this house is, The doctors office.
Now I know I'm probably using all my punctuation marks incorrectly but ya know what too bad =D
You can stop suffering now all you grammar loving freaks.
T'ill later
Lisa<3
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