Long story short, I wrote a fatty blog on my laptop and counted on transferring it here with my little usb stick, but usb stick stopped working. My dad is coming tomorrow and bringing me a shiny new one, so unfortunately you, dear reader, will have to wait just a bit longer.

sorry!

love kendra

Ok everyone, another lame non blog!

I'm going away for the weekend, well, until monday night here, so I'll update tuesday ish.

Exciting things to write about? why yes indeed!

-The stupidest theater class in the world!
-OMG drama in my class at school!
-Dad coming to visit me!!
-Quite possibly other things!

Hold on to your seats and be patient k?

love kendra

My titles tend to be lame beyond all reason. This is no exception.

Hi guys! Yes yes, this will be more than a silly paintshop drawing. It will be words AND a paintshop drawing (I don't have Italian today, hence the blog)

As far as the whole me and gavois thing goes, I ended up letting it go because he is a douche bag and nothing I can say will change that. Although, if he pisses me off again he wil have some kendra flame on his hands. Burning hot, well spoken (although much less well spoken since it'll be in french) calm, scary, anger. Or maybe I'll just start crying and try to make him feel really bad. That'd work too.

Camille and I had such a killer night last night. It starte doff with the normal, I don't know what else to do so I'm gonna bug the hell out of everyone, but in a really endearing way. Then christophe decided to attack her with a dirty sponge and I joined in and we got away and ran into the bathroom. We had to get him back for the dirty sponge thing because it was just gross, so we put our hair up on top of our heads in warrior woman fashion, then we covered our hands in shaving cream and ran out screaming into the living room and covered everyone's face with it and then ran back into the bathroom and locked the door. We waited there until everyone had stopped wanting to anahilate us and then everything was good. It was just a silly fun time.

The librarian is looking at me really strangely and I feel very uncomfortable. Oh yeah, she can see everything I'm doing on the computer, including my drawings...

fun.

Sunday we were supposed to go skiing (blech. I suck at skiing (see a couple of blogs below)) so I wake up at 5am (double blech) and stumble out into the living room and see Christophe at the computer. He turns around to look at me with this immenselsy sad look on his face. He tells me that apparently it is raning/snowing/sleet-ing in the mountains so we can't go because it would suck. And!!! that I can go back to bed. I was super happy and returned to the warm cosy cuccoon of my bed. SO Christophe is beeing all whiny all day because he really wanted to go skiing and he decides that we need to go out. Me and Geveniève joined him on an adventure trek near the sea in marseille. It was actually more like just something to do to get out of the house, so it was all good. We're walking along, and we find this nice little destroyed nazi bunker (the kind of thing I never thought I'd say) to sit on and rocks, and the water, and it was all just very pretty and nice and calm. Christophe decides to go stand out on the rocks because he is MAN and that is what MAN does. And then this big fricken wave comes up and he gets SOAKED. See picture.





Pretty hilarious if I do say so myself.

Um... Yay! I don't know what else to say and I am pretty hungry. . And someone needs to upload the last lost episode on to limewire, becaues I have a serious craving for some lost right now.

love you guys!

I'm feeling far more into drawings than words right now...

love kendra

First of all... WHY OH WHY DO I LOVE THREADLESS SHIRTS SO MUCH!!! There are at least 10 shirts right now that I would buy in an instant if I hadn't forbidden myself from buying any more of them. What a delimma! *sigh*

In other news, I have a lot a lot a lot of homework for French class. And I'm seriously procrastinating because it isn't due until Tuesday. Sweet. That is one really bad thing about block schedualing. It perpetuates procrastination (alliteration!) because nothing is ever due the next day. Ever.

Our second trimester is almost done and the meeting where all the teachers discuss how much we suck is the 19th, so I guess next week? What day is it? The 11th? Yeah. The 11th.

There was a party I was going to go to today, but the kid who's birthday it is got sick and the party was cancelled.

Concerning the last post:

This is true also, especially since I am no longer obliged to have hot chocolate every morning. OOOHHH It was soooo good this morning. I woke up and it was like 9:30 and it was just me and christophe and I sat and ate bread and really foamy tasty coffee. Ahhhhh I loved it. My butter tolerance is way higher than it used to be which may be a good thing or a bad thing depending on how you look at it. I'm actualyl kinda proud of that drawing. It makes me happy.

So now that there are actually a couple of french people reading this, Salut! Je ne sais pas quoi écrire vraiment, parce que chaque fois que j'essaie à écrire en français je fais que des fauts. Parler est BIEN plus facile qu'écrire. ET! En parlant de ça (parce que vous êtes dans ma classe non (sauf Val et Olsen qui parlent français mais que lisent mon (ma?) blog en anglias)) J'ai complètement raté le bac blanc qu'on a fait. Je peux écrire que les disserts, et Gavois me fâche (<-- Manon m'a dit que ça se dit pas trop, mais je ne sais pas quoi dire pour dire... eh... ça. Si t'a compris et tu sais ce que je dois dire AIDES-MOI!!)

Speaking of that (Gavois making me angry for everyone who doesn't speak french) I totally got into a mini fight with my him (gavois = history teacher) because he was supervising our french test and wouldn't stop yelling at people and I couldn't concentrate and therefore couldn't write at all, so I asked him (and I was suuuuuuuuper polite about it) if EVERYONE (not just him) could stop talking because we only had 10 minutes left and I had a whole paragraph to write still. He got pissy and after class said that my year here is almost over and it is clear that I haven't adapted to the way "we" do things in france and that it is my fault that i am unable to work when he is standing in front of me yelling at my table mate. I told him that I'd been in france long enough to see that it wasn't a 'french' habit, but more of his habit and that it was really only in his class where we are constantly interrupted during a test. He started blabing on about something and I couldn't take it anymore so I walked out. I'm gonna have crappy grades in his class for the rest of the year, but I don't care because it felt SOOOO good to get pissy at the authorities again. Ahhh.

OK, the blog is done, I think. That is a good note to end on.

Ahhh!! I have to sneeze!

love kendra

Maddie drew this, and it pretty much exactally expresses my emotions at this point. I'm hungry.

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