I finally plucked up the courage to call the government careers service. There's a foundation course in my area of interest that costs less than half of what bumping up my diploma to a degree would and it's local to me.
I appreciated the cereal, but not the snail. Guess I'm just too damned picky. ETA: I think CT lives in surrealism central.
In the (allaged) words of Salvador DalĂ, renowned surrealist: "I don't do drugs. I'm drugs." Yeah, I think this applies to our Cave Troll. Cave Trollop. Sorry, am I being too familiar?
Side note, I finally learned what ETA meant... To be honest this is the first forum I've been in where that I've seen this. I'm used to just seeing the word Edit. I'm not complaining, I was just always reading it as Estimated time of Arrival and it wasn't making sense.
I've managed a 15 day streak in my online French, and I've only got another 21 days and a few hours left until I get to see my amazing man!
I have no idea what the first lot means either, and I did A-Level French. (Obviously I got "It's good, isn't it?")
I know tabernac is some sort of expletive, based on "church," sounds like, so shortened from a longer implied phrase maybe?
No idea about "esti", but "en" is "in" and Google says "tabernac" is "tabernacle", where the stuff for the Eucharist is stored, which is particularly bad Canadian swearing. Makes sense I didn't know it, since we didn't learn a) Canadian French or b) expletives. (Except "putain", which we were told about because people kept saying "en pute" instead of "en peut", which means "a bit".)
It's snowing a really soft fluffy snow here, and the sun is setting behind the clouds making the whole world this really wonderful milky, rose coloured mess.
That sounds beautiful Its snowing here as well but it's pitch black outside so all you can see is white emerging from the dark. It looks really spooky.
It's snowing now. Fragments of life flit like butterflies in the night; dancing and strobing in the neon light, turning the garden to a sea of white, sucking every sound from the winter shadows. (ah, bollocks, I'm a writer, I'm lying through my teeth, but it snowed yesterday)