A considerably less sad blog

Hi everybody!
Hi doctor nick!

Ok! It is definitely Friday night... one of my favorite times of the week for oh so many reasons. Let me count the ways;

1. This is the longest amount of time all week before I have history again
2. Tonight is Sex in the City and Scrubs!!!
3. Tomorrow morning I can sleep in, which means I can stay up and watch aformentioned shows
4. My science teacher doesn't take roll, and I'm not taking the Bac in science at the end of the year, so if I want to catch the early bus by leaving halfway through class, I can. And I do.
5. Because it isn't Thursday.
6. Because my horrible Friday schedual is as far away as possible (meaning I've just completed another Friday of deth in a long stream of never ending Fridays)

Why, you may ask, do I hate my Friday schedual? I have 2 hours of French followed by 2 hours of History... That in itself is enough to make me want to curl up into a ball and sleep, followed by another hour of French, followed by 1.5 hours of either Physics/Chem or Bio depending on the week. My Phys/Chem teacher's voice give me a big headache and he is always trying to impress us with his knowledge of amazingly boring things like the answer to 2^12. We're in L(ittéraire) silly man! Your math jokes have no power over us! We shun your advanced studies in the fields of math and science! Shunnnnnn. (<-- if you didn't get the reference, look up "Candy Mountain" or "Charlie" on Youtube.com and watch the cartoon with the horses. It is quite possible that you will hate it, but it is fricken hilarious)

I am stoked this week because I'm lengthening the umbilical cord between me and the other foreigners. Yes people, thats right, I feel comfortable saying I have at least 2 friends, and a whole other group that likes me. YAY! I skipped out on the cafeteria today to go have lunch with a group of girls in my class that I really like and I didn't feel awkward!!!! Yeah, I know, I'm awesome.

Ok, time to thank people. A) Jessica Cresci, for being ridiculous and awesome and sending me Reeses and the most bizarre action figure I've ever seen in my entire life. B) Yia Yia and Papa for sending me more Reeses and always sending me candy and happy things.

I have lots of peanut butter cups now, and I will be the only one to eat them because all french are anti-pb and especially anti-pb&j. Not really all, just a lot.

I'm still jonesing for mac and cheese if someone finds an extra bunch of money to send it to me.

Geneviève and Christophe are sleeping right behind me 'watching' an especially lame TV show about... something. I don't even know what. There is an island and 5 houses on it and people are talking about the first time they visited the island and there is drippy piano music in the background. Gross.

I think I am going to go to Salon tomorrow to see a movie with Océane and Marine (my two friends that like me. They really like me!) anddd yes. I don't know what movie, because I don't know what is playing.

And!!! andddd!!! I got invited to a birthday party of one of the people that was at the new years party with me for next weekend. Granted, he kinda hates me a lot because I stopped him from harassing a rather disgusted but shy cecilie, but I was invited by his friends, who are my friends in my class, so I'll go, I'll crash, we'll have a party, it'll be great.

Today was the holiday of the crèpe. BEST HOLIDAY EVER!!! I feel fat. Not like I've become fat, but this is how I imagine it would feel if I were to become really fat. I have a sudden urge to exercise. Hmm...

I've definitely gained some weight, but quite frankly I don't care in the least. EW! I almost typed care 'kare' because in my head i heard the kkk sound and my finger went for the K. It was pretty difficult, but I got through it.

It is kinda late if you can't tell, and the half-structure that my blogs usually have is slowly collapsing, like a flan in a cupboard. (also like the Austro-Hungarian Empire.)(<-- If you didn't get it don't trip, you just aren't cool at all.)

I hate when I have a sentence to say and it comes out as if I'd put it into a food processor with a dictionary and there are words that don't belong and they're all in the wrong order and such. This happens more and more as the week goes on, climaxing around Friday after school, and then I sleep and my language skillz have time to recharge.

Someone asked me if I thought in English or in French the other day... I quite honestly don't think in a language most of the time. My thoughts are more... fluid... then before. When I'm talking in English I think in English and when I'm talking in French I think in French, but when I'm trying to write in French, a lot of the time I think in English, and when I'm writing in English, french thoughts will pop in and confuse my syntax, spelling, and grammar.

There is going to be a big dance in one of the months that start with 'M' -- either March or May, I forget, but I'm definitely going. Sweet? I hope so.

Its a magical Leoplurodon charlie!

g'night guys. I'm freakin exhausted.

Oh wait, I'm totally staying up to get my dose of not-lame-tv-translated-into-french-thereby-making-most-of-the-jokes-ridiculously-lame.

yeahhhh

kendra