Hey guys!
I'm probably not gonna post anything for a while due to uni work n other personal commitments! So my life is great atm but fucking tiring n with no room for idleness (this doesn't prevent me from using facebook or myspace on a daily basis though).
So I met Sir Rushdie n this was just awesome (apart from the lack of sleep trying to cope with excitement n all). I could ask questions n talk to him which was even better than I expected. The man is quite simple n even funny (considering his controversial status n so much hatred after the fatwa in 1989). I couldn't help being a groupie: (in no particular order) my heart was beating so fast that I was under the impression that everyone could c that, I bought his latest book n spent the money I was supposed to save to buy a coat (I have none n I'm going to Montreal this Friday!) but got it signed like the many others I was carrying with me, took pictures with him that would b on facebook pretty soon and almost passed out reading my first question.
On Monday, our beloved uni is welcoming the famous Scottish writer Alasdair Gray (google him!) and I managed to get all our classes for this day suspended so that we could benefit from a full study day. Being my evil self, I would take my students to the literary thingy (cuz I'm paid n I can't skip work) though they probably don't give a shit about that. It's also gonna b my first day as a uni teacher (giving English conversation classes n phonetics) with 3 hours!
On an unrelated note linguistics is still very sexual (I'm not even alluding to the very sexy lecturer with a gorgeous British accent), I quote randomly some examples used for the purpose of linguistics 'he would feel her heavy breasts beneath the sack of her dress, pushing them up in the palms of his hands. He would unbutton his trousers and free the stake of his hard white flesh, making her run her hands on it and pinch the burning red tip as he shoved her to the floor, yanking the dress up over the fast swell of her thighs, higher over the heaving roll of her black-nippled breasts.'
I think it is enough n I've made my point. I beg ur pardon? U want more? All right, u perverts! 'He'd put himself down on her broad hips until she was covered with a white body' Well, if u guys want more then start linguistics!
oups, I almost forgot: we've created an English society @ uni n we had our first party which was a blast! Some pictures r already on facebook but more will come. I was so proud since a cocktail was made after my name n it was pretty strong (like me) but it had a helluva good taste. Now, I might launch my cocktail all over the world n become rich haha.
love u all!
Elvira84 aka the mistress of the dark
ps: upcoming events: 1) trip to Paris, London, Montreal, Plattsburgh, New York
2) Big after Halloween party+ a good friend's birthday
3) football game in Marseille (gonna b in the stadium)
4) High School Musical 3 with Elvira's crew (read my friends n my students)
 

Sometimes u know that something would happen n u dread it like fire. And it happens! I was trying to avoid my ex because our relationship ended pretty badly and I wasn't feeling like talking to him (though I have no grudges against him). Fortunately, I was not alone when I met him (having Anthony almost all the time with me reduced this probability) and it started very casually. He was glad to see me again after a two month break and the boy said that I looked different somehow (either for the better or the worse, I would never know). So everything went fine and was going my way till he said: 'we should meet some days, see each other, waddya think?' And I said: 'sure' This tiny little thing annoyed me more than I thought (because the boy wants to see me and I feel inclined to see him again though I shouldn't).
On an unrelated note, I'm still my ludicrous self (especially at uni). During my history class, the lecturer stopped n stared at me for ages (well maybe it was ten seconds but it was long enough: believe me!) and I was wondering why. As a result,  all of the students began to do the same and I felt very embarrassed. The lecturer thought I had something to say apparently (and she asked me what was on my mind: I was thinking about my modern dance class so I said nothing). Then all of a sudden, I began to laugh (u probably don't know this laugh but it's a horrible one, one u would love to be inaudible) and I felt so ridiculous that I turned red. 
To complete this rather wonderful picture of myself: I'm still not able to come to my linguistics class without blushing. 
I almost forgot to tell you this: during my dance class the only boy attending it asked me out. I was very surprised and said to him that I was flattered but already in a relationship. I hope it's not related but he told the teacher straight after this that he was quitting.

To come:
SATURDAY: my second gay night in Avignon *excited* in a different night club so I might love it
9th of OCTOBER: my birthday, gonna b 21, gonna b able to drink all over the world hehe
31st of OCTOBER: great Halloween party at my friend's place (I'm gonna b Elvira of course but this time I would do my hair even though it takes days)

Elvira, have you ever been married?

Elvira84: 'No. But I've been tied down a time or two.

I have not been writing for a while due to work and other personal commitments (not to mention my boyfriend). So being back to uni after a great vacation was kinda hard but I was glad to see Anthony again (he's been lazy so I couldn't see him this summer *gonna punish him*). I had the chance to see many friends (I was not able to c before for some reason) so it was great to talk to them. To be honest, the master's degree is pretty scary, but at the same time very interesting. The emphasis is ,of course, on the master's thesis that we are supposed to start writing (OMG, why am I so bad at keeping on top of things?). As u probably know, making a choice is a real challenge for me (I'm a libra) so I'm not sure 'yet' about the courses I'm taking. I think I'm gonna attend most of the classes to have a clearer idea.
As usual, I've discovered that I have to read two books before uni starts n the deadline is on Monday. The said books are great but I have to read them in a very short amount of time. It's Flaubert's parrot by Julian Barnes n the famous midnight's children by Rushdie for a lecture entitled 'historicity and metafiction in the contemporary British novel'.
have to read honeybees
mwah xxx

I bet studying the gothic might entail experiencing some of its components in real life (u can feel sorry for me!)
So I went out to go shopping (I just love it so I can't help doing it anytime I can afford it or if I've got time to kill though I'm supposedly busy as hell) and I bumped into a creepy man that was about my house. He looked familiar n I guessed who it was immediately and I said his name straight to his face (which made him jump n shiver a little bit: I might end up being the creepy one at some point). He was the builder of my house that lived there till 1985 (before my birth) n that graciously sold it to my parents. I've never met the man in real life n he's never seen me but my parents used to talk alot about him. I honestly dunno why I recognized him, I think i had a hell of an intuition. Anyway, I talked to the guy n he told me that he met my father after he got his first stroke (that nearly killed him) n that he knew about his death. This made me feel depressed but I was trying to hide it (leading the conversation to the building works performed in my house over the past few years). I didn't cry or anything (cuz I'd never show to anyone that the great Elvira could have some weaknesses) but I was a bit down. He wanted to see the house but would never tell me anything so, at the end, I had to pretend I wanted to fetch something in my garden so that the guy could get a glimpse. He was very shy (yes, he was very nostalgic about seeing his house after 22 years) but asked me at last if he could enter for a few minutes. I asked my mom n she was glad to see him n he had a real tour of our house (I think we made his day). What stroke us was when, suddenly, he stopped n was staring at an old piece of furniture we had near the main entrance. He became pale and asked if he, by any chance, forgot it when he sold the house. We said to him that it was not the case as we bought this awesome piece of furniture on ebay about 4 years ago. Then, he took his wallet n was looking for some pictures he wanted to show us. It was an old black and white picture of the same piece of furniture which was exactly at the same location in our house. This really killed me! How this could be possible? After that he told us how much he was missing the house and that he shouldn't have left it cuz it was the perfect house (meaning quite close to the city centre, not too big and with a wonderful garden). After he left, my mom told me that he got very sick after he moved and a few years later he had a divorce. She said that she was very surprised because he was always saying that he and his wife were the perfect match and they looked like they were. To sum up: nothing good happened to him after he moved to another town. 
Despite this unexpected conversation with him I managed to go shopping before the shops closed at 9 pm.
A lighter note to end this entry:
'I heard you got your new job by sleeping with the boss?'
Elvira84: 'That's a bold-faced lie! Why, I hardly got any sleep at all!'