Tagged...

I've been tagged - six facts about myself. So here goes before I go away for a whole week to Toulouse ("Toulouuuuse, toulouuuuse...")

(This was partly written about 4 weeks ago, I'm now completing and posting it.) 

1) I'm shy - used to be hopelessly shy, stuttering and all. I'd go all red in the face, bright and lobstery. It's greatly improved since my internship in 2nd year in a retail store. And also thanks to NZ where if I wanted things to go right, I had to go out and make them right. At the moment I'm actually very proud of myself at work. I feel at ease with the people, getting red only when the flipping computer's not working or when I screw up with the photocopying machine (I swear it doesn't like me !) So yes, I'm proud of myself for becoming someone I'm liking a bit more everyday.

2) I am hopelessly in love with the English language. It may seem strange, but I find it so much easier to converse and strike up conversations with strangers in English than French. Some say it's just a state of mind (ladada...). I'm non-commital - just an observation, and it's true. I guess it's because I spent my teenage years thinking in the language, years which to me feel like the most important years of my life. Cornerstone, would you say...

3) I keep a wooden cigarette box in which I put little pices of paper with words on them. Words that sound nice, that roll nicely off my tongue. Eiderdown, enlightment... I sometimes keep on repeating words until the whole meaning has gone out of them, and wonder what makes the word the object or action it means in our lives. Understand ? No ? Tough shit !

4) I am obsessed with smells - nice ones especially. They're the ones which bring back most of my memories. My lip balm makes me think of auckland Library, a hair gel of a certain person, a perfume of this guy I knew. I also love the way guys smell, either right after they've put perfume, or their normal body odour. I relish smelling them.

5) what the f... could I tell you about... I'm dying to have my own place again, after 4 years living with my folks. 3 more months of internship, and I'll be done !!! I'm just so looking forward to it !!!

6) I'm running out of inspiration - how about I'd like to get myself a guy at the moment. Doesn't really have to be nice. Not a total dickhead, but I'm not really looking for the man of my dreams. A few weeks spent together'd be nice. Just to have a bit of company for a while. And a quick shag once in a while. Yeah, that'd be quite enjoyable !