>Today I've decided to write a blog. Yes, I know, you must have something interesting to write about if you wish to have a blog, but I must have one anyway. It shall be mostly fed by my constant train of thought, no matter the random/ confusing/ unrealistic/ imaginative/ stupid/ cuniculous/ barbaric the nature may be. Every day, though it may end up being every other or every third day due to this thing they call high school. But who cares about that anyways?
But first, I must enlighten you with a wonderfully imaginative word to add to your vocabulary. I feel that it is utterly important that one knows the meaning of the word dactylion. Though Cha Cha, with whom I have had a quite entertaining exchange, has assured me that cette mot does not exist, I assure you that it in reality does. Si, the word dactylion is actually referring to the endmost point of the middle figure. Useful, when wanting to further embarrass yourself upon being given the finger by some unsuspecting dactylion flourisher. This, incidentally, is also (I hear) sign language for the Eiffel tower. I am assured that the French have no problem thinking of their own indecent hand gestures...
Speaking of such, I am reminded of a certain happening in French class... the kid sitting next to me asked me if I just moved to Corvallis. I mean hello... just because I am lacking in number of friends doesn't mean we aren't small and mighty. Perhaps she was just momentarily engaged by my new-found need to write in cursive that she read my paragraphe deux, sujet un in my autobiographie. How this would lead one to make such assumption... I shall show them!
Well, enough wordage for today. It's probably a waste of Internet space either way.
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