I tried to scan my exam onto the blog but to no avail. You’ll just have to take my word for it. French is kicking my butt. It isn’t so much frustrating as embarrassing. On my right sits H. who looks, and I’m not exaggerating, like that slow dinosaur from the Land Before Time. On my left sits D. who may or may not be competing in next years Miss Mexico pageant.
It is odd to have my 23rd birthday only a week away and to be completely tied up in noun conjugation and placement of adjectives. And I don’t get it. I always leave out an e or a u or both. I am not really worrying that much about accents and my speaking accent leaves a lot to be desired.
But I did finally brave the scary kitchen guy and set up a time for him to stop by. I turned on the garbage disposal while a spoon was in it. I DIDN”T KNOW and cannot get it out. He was so nice, charming even. I can never tell what his mood will be. I flashed him a nipple once and things have never been the same with us (the same thing happened with Daniel Wallace oddly enough).
So I’m off to bed before a busy day of Thanksgiving planning. I’m thinking a lot of Turkey, Wild Turkey that is, and maybe a little stuffing.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Japanese Chips
First I have to say I love Christian. "I'd rather buy clothes than buy a bed." Finally someone who is on the same page.
I had drinks at Go’s on Saturday. It is becoming something of a routine now that the weather here is so bitter and I am so cheap. Go is half of the Japanese duo Go and So from my French class. So might not be wild about my reference to this pairing, he is married and has a four month old baby, but in my mind these two men will always go together…like potato chips and Spanish spice powder.
What you ask? Go is a good host. There is always a selection of cold beverages, assorted liquors and a spread of munchies. Potato chips fill the requirements for Go’s good time food: cheap. Cheap in France means low quality and flavorless, just like in America. At Go’s the less than enticing flavor of the chips is improved by your choice of spice blends: curry, red pepper flakes, or Spanish Seasonings. I prefer the Spanish. The kick of garlic along with the smoky paprika flavor
It was a typical night in…beers and potatoes.
I had drinks at Go’s on Saturday. It is becoming something of a routine now that the weather here is so bitter and I am so cheap. Go is half of the Japanese duo Go and So from my French class. So might not be wild about my reference to this pairing, he is married and has a four month old baby, but in my mind these two men will always go together…like potato chips and Spanish spice powder.
What you ask? Go is a good host. There is always a selection of cold beverages, assorted liquors and a spread of munchies. Potato chips fill the requirements for Go’s good time food: cheap. Cheap in France means low quality and flavorless, just like in America. At Go’s the less than enticing flavor of the chips is improved by your choice of spice blends: curry, red pepper flakes, or Spanish Seasonings. I prefer the Spanish. The kick of garlic along with the smoky paprika flavor
It was a typical night in…beers and potatoes.
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