So, you're a chick :
You can wear golden sandals. (as long as they match your top) Even ones that go up to your knees if you feel like it.

So, you're a geek :
You can wear huge wayfarers. Every body expects you to wear glasses anyway, so make the most of it.

Conclusion :
But don't do like me : don't wear them on the same day, unless you're really self confident. It might be a bit too much.


So, you're a chick :
You can work on your tan all day if it's sunny. You're supposed to have wonderful legs in your white shirts so...

So, you're a geek :
You can work on your computer all day if it's rainy. Since you do serious stuff (at least, you pretend to) you do not HAVE to be tanned, considering all the time you spend indoors. None the less, choose the diaphane complexion rather than the pasty one. And if your skin is not fair enough to look like a vampire, you can still rely on self tanning cream.

Conclusion :
Diaphane face on winter, tanned legs on summer.

So, you're a chick :
You can pretend you're on a diet to avoid this stupid dinner if you only want to stay in or if you have better plans.

So, you're a geek :
You can eat junk food in front of people without them reminding you how many carbs there are in a burger.

Conclusion :
Whatever, nobody has to know whether you eat soy or white chocolate when you're alone. (I know, both.)

So, you're a chick :
You can read Cosmo. I mean, you MUST read Cosmo. And do all the psych tests.

So, you're a geek :
You can read math and physics book or articles. And enjoy them. (Also, you have to anyway.)

Conclusion :
Put Cosmo near Computational Logics in your room. Super impressive effect : you care about your looks and your brains.

So, you're a chick :
You can change your status on Facebook or text your friends all day long on your Hello Kitty cell phone.

So, you're a geek :
You can be bored with your cell and put it on the fridge not to be bothered. (Besides, it makes the battery last longer.)

Conclusion :
My last status on Facebook : "OMG, I'm so gonna flunk my Proof Theory exam." No comment.

So, you're a chick :
You can listen to stupid music like Britney or the Pussy Cat Dolls. And dance in front of your mirror with your hairbrush as a microphone.

So, you're a geek :
You can go to the opera.

Conclusion :
Go to Le Nozze Di Figaro, make some smart comments about it but when you come home, play your favorite Hannah Montana songs.

So, you're a chick :
You can drink diet coke instead of water.

So, you're a geek :
You can drink beer/wine instead od water.

Conclusion :
Though, don't miw them.

So, you're a chick :
You know a lot of guys, they think you're hot.

So, you're a geek :
You know a lot of guys, they think you're clever.

Conclusion :
Do I really need to add something?

What you can't do even if you're a chick :
You can't start all of your sentences by OMG, even if it's to say "OMG, I have finally understood how to interpret quantum tensor product in linear logic." Use with caution.

What you can't do even if you're a geek :
I know it seems obvious, but I also know it needs to be repeated : NO socks under sandals.

So OK, I wanted to write something since I have not touched this thing for so long (busy with my novel) and I even thought of some list of advantages of being both a geek and a chick. But I have to work for an exam, work on my thesis, practice martial arts and then, see my improv team play tonight. So, I have no time. I still write, and I wish I had the time writing something else than my novel but I don't so... But maybe tonight (after the improv match) I'll post the list.

Jack Sparrow est un physicien aux cheveux sucrés de miel
Qui n'hésite pas à énoncer des formules universelles.
Il les baragouine rapidement en parsemant
Ses phrases d'expressions venues d'ailleurs
Puis esquisse un sourire condescendant
Face à nos regards interrogateurs.

Il porte des boucles d'oreille,
Deux, révélant ainsi la femme
Qui en lui sommeille.
Ce sont des créoles qui émerveillent mon âme,
Et leurs reflets dorés qui dansent dans la salle
Amusent mon oeil par leur douceur matinale.

Mais les TDs arrivent enfin.
De notre sieste, voici la fin.
Nous nous souviendrons de ce jour où Jack Sparrow
Manqua d'être attrappé, seul devant son tableau.
L'homme sans peurs et sans frissons
Nous recolla à nos protons.

Hier, je suis allée au théâtre. Oui, je sais c'est nul comme phrase d'intro, j'aurais mieux fait d'écrire: hier, j'ai mangé une pomme. Mais bon, c'était très bien donc j'en parle. J'étais au théâtre Clavel : http://www.theatre-clavel.com/renseignement.htm
où était joué Histoires d'un soir. C'est un spectacle d'impro, dont le point de départ est un mot pris au hasard dans le dictionnaire.  Hier soir, c'était "bigorneau" puis "moelleux". C'était super drôle, frais, intense, bref, mémorable. Pour les critiques:

Je n'aurais JAMAIS dû jouer le prologue de l'Antigone d'Anouilh hier soir, au théâtre. Après ma prestation, au lieu de me dire que j'avais fait un super prologue, j'ai eu droit à "Tu serais géniale en Antigone."
Ce n'est PAS un compliment, Antigone est censée être moche, c'est quand même pas sympa de me lancer à la gueule que je ressemble à rien. On m'a même conseillé de me lancer dans le registre tragique... moi... qui suis strictement incapable de contenir mon interprétation physique sur scène. Bref, je suis passée du clown de service à une greluche qui s'envoie toute seule au fond du trou. Et dire que j'ai toujours rêvé de jouer Créon...