Once upon a time...
Once upon a time in a country far, far away from France (not that far but let’s say it was !), there were some Chinese people talking very loud. What they didn’t know was that the girl next door, who was a gentle and nice French girl, couldn’t sleep because she could only focus on the noise they were making…
The more she concentrated, the more she heard the noise. And the worse was that she couldn’t even separate a sound from another. That sounded really nosy, more than noisy. Some time the three Chineses, one guy and two girls, were laughing so loud and so strangely she felt she would laugh too. But she only wanted to sleep, because she knew that the following day was going to be a hard-working day, and she couldn’t help thinking that she would be tired again, doing an essay about a hero called CuChulainn, going to the university by bike, attending a translation examination and finally fighting to catch a glimpse of the famous actor Ralph Fiennes in a crowded theatre. Maybe going out in a pub and having a couple of beers sounded worthful after such a day, if it prooved to be such a day.
Listening to 21st century crooners by Ghinzu in about one in the morning, the French girl decided it was enough and she would try again to go to sleep… But the ringing alarm in the far away country didn’t share the same opinion, so she thought she might well write a little more in English, without any dictionary, otherwize it would be too easy !… And she could try and continue her essay, but no, she knew herself, that kind of work should be done one in once or it would be too painful !
Some of you may ask : " but why doesn’t the French Girl go knocking on her neighboors’ door ? " That was not because she was shy, if ever you were wondering, but there were some reasons for that. She was thinking : " it’s late and i’m way too lazy to dress myself up again ! Anyway I do make noise sometimes i’m sure, i don’t think i’m the best to tell them to shut up. And now they’re doing that every Wednesday night since they realized they were all living in the same floor, i really don’t think it would be nice for me to trouble their little weekly party... ... ... *~~* But anyway, i will take my revenge tomorrow, be so drunk i will fall on every wall, especially theirs, and sing French pagan songs in the corridor to wake everybody up in the middle of the night… "
Ok, as you can see the French girl was beginning to be really tired since she couldn’t even think of a decent way to act, she was probably dreaming while being awake, so let’s just say she finally lit her computer off, lay on her bed again, the covers tied around her, and fell asleep immediately… Yes, let’s bet on that !
Ecriture semi-automatique fatiguée en anglais.
Photo : vue de ma chambre, la Pleine Lune un week-end de Novembre à 16h00...