France!

OK, so I emailed the National Library of France, like, two weeks ago, asking for an interlibrary loan request.  And they never responded to my email.  So I tried emailing them again, and they still never got back to me, and I’ve been badmouthing them all over the place, because it seems fucking France is just too good to talk to me.  But today I got a letter in mail from France because apparently when you email the National Library of France they just respond via post.  That is seriously the sweetest thing ever.  The letter is also in French, so I’m sort of just guessing that they’re actually filling the request.  I can make out about half of it.

Similar thing happened with Yale, actually, where I thought Yale was ignoring me like a bunch of Yalie douchebags, but when I called them up they were actually very sweet and just ridiculously understaffed.  (Oh Yale, I’ll come work for you.)  I would’ve called France if my French pronunciation were anything better than “aural violation”.  Now if I can just make my stupid faxes to Australia work, I will be ever so worldly from my little cubicle.

I’m still being terribly lazy and only doing bootcamp right now.  Must get off ass!  Stop being slug!

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Lowbush Pride!

Did you know (DID YOU?!) that highbush blueberries are now being grown in Nova Scotia? Does this fill you with sorrow and rage? If so, you’re probably me, because I’m the only person on Earth who actually cares about this. But still! I really do think the prettiest colour ever is the colour of a wild blueberry field, but Google image search is failing me now. I’ll take a picture for you guys later, I totally swear!

Anyway, I really want to get a t-shirt that says ‘lowbush pride’ and wear it to the grocery store. I will meet the most delightful people this way.

I bought lavender maple syrup the other day. At first I thought, “What should I put this on?” This has really evolved to, “What shouldn’t I put this on?” The answer is Nothing.

In other news, I got an “awesome bootcamper” shoutout from my bootcamp instructor, because I’m awesome.

I got my bike! I’ll be taking it to the streets, soon! Be on the lookout for my obituary, is what I’m saying. My headstone shall say this: Time for cheesecake.

Last hulahoop class of the summer, tomorrow. But Monique said in fall she’ll have a yoga/hulahoop class on a morning I’m available. That really just sounds crazy enough to work.