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02 déc 2005 @ 19:04
Bonsoir à tous.

Harry Potter tomorrow! Yay.

Horribly embarassing, today! I always sound like a retard when recorded, even in English, which is why I literally flee the kitchen when mom plays a message I had left. So today, in TPE (travaux.... something, shit, I don't know, something group-project), another group that's doing their project on the differences between French and American newspapers, interviewed me and recorded me. I sounded RETARDED! Like literally, retarded!

I'm out of the closet. I prefer American or Anglophone newspapers to French papers.

French newspapers are like the New York Times, which I only read the headlines of because it's so radically different from what the Commercial Appeal says that it's funny. But they don't have pictures, no huge headlines, and a billion little words on one page. Takes an hour to read!

But papers like USA Today, International Herald Tribune, and, just for the style, the Commercial Appeal, those are genius. Kudos to my mother, who has received the gratitude of 5 good looking French boys. I donated the CA she gave me on the coverage of Katrina to demonstrate our huge photos and headlines, and it was like I gave them a golden ticket.

Oh but people, it was so sweet!!! I already told the story to my mom, but yesterday my best friend orchestrated a surprise party for me, and got literally everyone (including the dean! and the principal! and my calculus teacher!)in on it for a week! It was amazing. Cried when I read everything that everyone had written in the card!!! The girls were crying too, so sad. Everyone asks me if I will be triste de partir, and yes, I will be very sad to leave them. They're my friends!!!!! And so many of them, too. So, today's song lyrics go to my friends, who don't have a link to this LJ, but whatever. Alors, pour Tracy, Carole, Charlotte, Jennifer, Valentine, Florian, Hugues, Marie H, Emilie, Cécile, Ophélia, Sabrina, Amélie, Camille F, Flore, Guillaume, Antoine, Amandine, Constance, Manu, Emmanuelle, Amandine 2, Justine, Camille K, Marie-Laure, Alexis, Alexia, Miriam, Valérie, Klyrianne, Cyrianne, Marie K, Stéphy, Marie-Claire, et Jéssica, c'est pour vous!

"Time of Your Life" by Greenday
C'est une chanson typique pour la cérémonie pour recevoir les diplômes à la fin de lycée, et je souhaite de pouvoir finir lycée avec vous, et prendre le bac quandmême, mais il faut partir! Alors, parce que je ne peux pas rester et finir avec vous, voici une chanson de "graduation."

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.


Merde, je vais pleurer!

Attractive feature about AUP of the day: I will lose my French if I stay in America. Similarly, I have started to have to search for words in English, for example, when a tourist came up to me for directions today and we start talking, he asks if I could speak English because that's easier for him. Turns out he was German. So I'd be speaking English and it would get like randomly interrupted by French, just because I'm so used to it. So after 8 months in America, I'd be ok to return, but doing college in the Etats-Unis and not France? It will be like starting from square one whenever I get back here!

C'est tout pour ce soir.

Je vous aime et il reste que huit jours!

I remain, etc.

30 nov 2005 @ 18:24
Hello, all. Before starting, here are the lyrics/shout out of the day. For my best friend!!!

Our SongRéduire )

So now. A list! I had been meaning to write this list for some time, months, even, and since I have 10 days left here, here you go.

Things I have learned since being here.

-I am aware that I won't always be at my mom's side, but no matter where I am or what I'm doing or how old I am, thinking about my mom gives me stregnth.
-You do things because you have to. The first day of school, it was a rather rude awakening. I knew this would be difficult, that's what EF had told us and it's common sense, but the first day of school when I could understand no one, and they couldn't understand me, I was just like wow, this is going to change. I'm fluent now, and it's because I had to be.
-You also do things because you want to. Nobody ever sat me down and forced me to do well in this school, but I wanted to. I'm now the 6th in our class.
-People will not always have the same opinions as you do.
-I have figured out how it was possible to have so many great friends here, but what I have not figured out was how it wasn't at CHS.
-The friends I have made will be friends for life.
-Calling your mom and bitching about every little thing is no way to cure homesickness or sadness.
-My mom is my best friend.
-I am not leaving the country again without the penguin beanie baby or the card with those lyrics above translated perfectly into French that she gave me.
-I am ever leaving the country again without food in my suitcase. I've heard horror stories, mom, about the food at AUP orientation... but it can't be nearly as bad as language camp!
-Your ambition to prove yourself grown-up and mature can go very, very wrong.
-It is possible to leave France after four months still a non-smoker.
-You can't get annoyed that, other than mom and josie, you haven't heard your name pronounced correctly in months.
-When making an introduction with a French person, it simply will not work to introduce yourself as Heather Price. On day two, after even saying it slloooowwwllly and writing it down, I was like "Isère Prix?" AHHH, D'ACCCOOORRRDDD!!!!
-Movies are the answer to everything.
-When you start to lose your accent, the fastest way to fix it is listening to classic country music. For example, in Steve Earle's Copperhead Road, everyone knows that "I've done two tours of duty in Vietnam" is pronounced "Ahh dunn tee-eeww turrs uh doo-tay een Veee-ut-nay-um"
-This really was the most amazing experience I could have ever hoped for, and I'm so greatful for that. (Ok people is it grateful or greatful?)
-How the walk from B concourse to the lobby of the Memphis airport is long anyway, but it will be EXTREMELY long ten days from now, when I get to see my mom!!!! I'm so excited.

You have all been an awesome livejournal audience and I appreciate all of your comments from my last entry. *Strikes Evita pose* I doubt I will use my lj much after I get back, there won't be any real reason to, since my mom will be in the same house! Alors, bonsoir à tous.

But as promised, the quote of the day comes from Blake:
-Congratulations! God/Yahweh/Allah/whoever must have known what you wanted for Christmas/Hannukah/Ramadan/whatever.

Je reste, etc.

27 nov 2005 @ 18:09

Does everyone remember my entry before I had ever left the US, in which I wrote how I had pictured my pile of acceptance lettres to look like?  Something to the effect of:

Dear Miss Price:  Welcome to Schiller!

Dear Miss Price:  Benvenuto al'Universita Americana di Roma!

Dear Miss Price:  We are sorry to inform you that you have been denied admission to Harvard University for the 2006-2007 school year. 

Dear Miss Price:  We are happy to inform you of your acceptance to Rhodes University!

Dear Miss Price:  The Georgetown University Walsch School of Foreign Service regrets to inform you of your denial for the 06-07 school year.

Dear Miss Price:  Welcome to New York University's School of General Studies!

Dear Miss Price:  We are pleased to inform you of your acceptance to the American University of Paris!

Everyone, this is it.

I got my AUP acceptance letter today.

So, if everything works out, The next four years of my life will be spent doing what I've been dreaming of, just as it is right now.

How did I ever get so lucky?


26 nov 2005 @ 19:07
Everyone, I am still here. The computer has been down for a record 5 days.

Joyeux Thanksgiving, everyone. I personally spent mine wearing classy, not goth, all black in honor of the fact that a) what other color do I wear when I dress up, and b) my mom and sister were going to see "Walk the Line" that day. I had a lovely meal that Josie herself had made, missed school and everything for. It was wonderful. I'm very fortunate to have a friend close by that understands me, because we're both doing the exact same thing.

And today! Today I went to lunch, cinema, and ice skating with Josie and her friends from school, two Germans named Johannes and Severin, who was one of the best looking boys I've seen. And we all know me, I don't find boys good-looking, if they're under 18. So that was fun. Spoke French because they speak no English, and they were very thankful that we spoke French. Very polite, they said, when little do they know Josie and I speak French 90% of the time that we're together. C'est plus facile pour nous, maintenant. And I got to speak the German that I can speak!!!!! YES! I found out that my German teacher is from Strasbourg, which explains why she's impossible to understand even in French. I speak French fine, I understand everyone who speaks, but I actually have to think when this woman talks. It also explains why I can't understand her German. In both languages, it's like she speaks a mix of both, just one's more prominent than the other. Imagine if we were all Mexicans and we had an English teacher from northern Scotland... it's kind of like that. So everyone, my 12.2 in German is amazing, considering I do not speak a word of Alsacian-Lorranian or whatever they call it.

Pour la liste d'aujourd'hui, je vais écrire tout ce qui me plait.
Everything about which I am passionate.
We had to do this in Bible in 10th grade, thought I'd share.

I am passionate about:

-The smell of the cakes and the fresh warm bread in the boulangerie-patisserie every morning on the way to school
-The brioche au chocolat in a certain cafe on the same street as my school
-A certain seat on the bus 13 or 18 that you have to step up to, and you can look out the front window
-A certain conducteur of the 13 who literally pulls over to run into the boulangerie to buy baguettes for his family for lunch
-Snowball fights with friends, in which we divide into teams and get on either side of the street and lance the snowballs
-Nutella crepes
-Sugar popcorn
-The nastyass-but-can't-live-without espresso in the coffee machine at school
-The fact that there is a coffee machine in my school
-How they say the number after a king, not an ordinal word, like Louis 14, not Louis the 14th
-How they call WWI the Guerre de Quatorze, meaning the war of 1914
-The Boulevard de la Croix-Rousse in the fall when the leaves are all on the ground
-Hotel de Ville-Louis Pradel area
-Parc Tête d'Or and the animals inside it
-The rich people in the parc who wear running shoes, hugeass fur coats, and carry little doggies in the coat to keep them warm
-The cats that live in my parking lot
-BN Cookies! I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT THEM!!! I have lost 20lbs (I really do hope my mom can tell when I get back in 2 weeks) but I honestly don't know how. Those things are like CRACK!
-Kinder Bueno candy bars
-My Italian class, where I can yell and use hand gestures most people would consider obscene
-20 Minutes, the newspaper with very accurate horoscopes (and interesting articles...)
-The commercials in French cinemas. There's one for Ikea and it tells the story of an impossible romance between a pretty chair and a little price. They're not welcome anywhere in their world, and its a really tear-jerking commercial, but at the end, the discover Ikea, where they can be happy together. Everyone's happy at the end!
-Plus Belle La Vie, the soap opera from Marseille


-The looks Lara and I got from suit-wearing men who drive BMWs every morning before school
-How it used to be at Starbucks, where you walk in and it's like Cheers, everyone knows your name
-Joy tea at Christmastime
-Chrismas in New York with the tree and the windows of the stores
-The Prometheus statue in New York
-Once again, 6th Avenue of New York about 6:30pm, sun's setting, everyone's going home, great times.
-Wolf River Blvd area when it's pretty and Lara and I can go out for a drive
-The music that you listen to when you're driving back from somewhere
-Discussing previews with my mom
-Mexican restaurants with my mom and sister
-When you can see your breath when it's cold
-Going to CHS dressed to the nines
-Going to chemistry 1st period hungover
-The fountain at the Bellagio
-How the stores are indoors at Caesar's Palace, but the ceiling's like outside
-My job last summer, in which I had the opportunity to wear large amounts of pink and smile like I had vaseline in my teeth and come to a daily total of 1600 USD
-Listening to Andrea Bocelli music with the top down
-My much-awaited ability to say "What language do you speak?" and then speak in whatever they answer
-Temple Israel Shabbat services on Fridays
-Mexican Spanish. I tried my hardest to have a conversation with the Spanish teacher at my school the other day, who is from like Salemanca or something (in Spain). J'ARRRIIIVEEE PASSS!!!!

Today's daily features.

Over here quote of the day:
"Mais c'est lui, la dinde!" Thibault, guy in Josie's host family, when the host mother said she saw something on TV about Bush giving turkeys to homeless people. (Dinde = turkey)

Favorite part of Joyeux Noel of the day:
-When the french General is yelling at Audebert, the French lieutenant, for sharing Christmas Eve with the Germans. The General is using the vous form, saying things like "Mais vous dites n'importe quoi! CA S'APPELLE TRAHISON!", just yelling at poor Audebert, and then Audebert says "Tu es un grand-pere, papa. Il s'appelle Henri." This is when the audience finds out that the General is Audebert's father, and that Audebert's wife had had her son by then. Very touching moment. Notice also how Audebert uses the "tu" form, as most families do.(not mine. Mom and I use vous and I really like it that way. It's special between us)

Little-known fact of the day:
-Kim Basinger is 51.

Thing that pisses the SHIT out of me of the day:
-In horror movies, when the killer has a hurt leg and so he's limping, and the screaming teenage girl is running as fast as humanly possible, and yet the killer, WALKING, always catches up to the girl. GAH! I HATE THAT!!!

Movie tagline of the day:
-Des heures sombres s'annoncent, Harry.
(Dark times lie ahead, Harry, I believe was the English version. Je ne sais pas, en fait.

Mais bon, c'est presque l'heure pour manger. Demain je verrai "Et Si C'était Vrai...", en Anglais, c'était "Just Like Heaven," mais le roman, il a été écrit par un auteur français.

Deux semaines d'aujourd'hui!

Ah bon, j'ai oublié quelque chose. Le GRRR! d'aujourd'hui va à ma soeur, Alexandra. Alexandra, voici ton GRRRR.
Elle veut aller en France avec une copine. Mais plein de fois ma mère et moi, nous l'avons demandé d'aller avec nous en France. Mais non! Mais maintenant, elle veut y aller. Le problème, elle veut aller en Juin, quand il fait "plus chaud que les gonds d'enfer," et je m'inquiète que elle n'aille pas l'aimer. Il faut aller en printemps, en Septembre, quelque chose comme ça. Et il faut aller avec MOI, qui CONNAIT Paris comme la derrière de ma MAIN!

Mais bon. Bonne soirée à tous, et bientot,

Je reste, etc...

Sortie Autorisée à Partir de 18h00 21 nov 2005 @ 18:54
Amusing day today.

I return from my lunch hour a bit early to find everyone already in the exam room. Something that sounded like Latin chanting was going on, so I asked my friend Ophélia what was going on.

"A government protest," she said.

"In a school?"


Our favorite revolutionaries had gone before the class. One of them began the speech by "I am not religious." Great, they all thought, we aren't either. Shut up and sit down. But (as was told to me), one of them announced that this exam promised to be the hardest exam of the year, and if people want to express religion in schools, they should be able to, because it's God or Jesus or Buddha or whoever that will help you pass the test, not Jacques Chirac. So the Revolutionaries invited some people up to say a few words. At the moment I walked in, someone was in the process of saying "In nominae Patrie, e Filii, e Spiritus Sanctus" and something that sounded an awful lot like the Latin song from Evita. Then the representative from the Protestants said a French prayer, since they don't use Latin. And then a representative from the Jews said something about God saving Israel and all of us about to take this French exam, then shouting L'Chaim!, and then drummer kid, our resident Buddhist, said something in Viet-Namese.

So the bell rings, our revolution has to come to an end. We are handed the test. On the board, it is written "If you give up, you can leave at 4:30." Otherwise, no one was allowed out until 6pm. The exam started at 1:30, as usual. At least in the SAT you can GET UP! When I got the exam, I honestly considered the giving up at 4:30 part. If I turned in a blank sheet of paper, I would get a 0, not much worse than what I'd get if I actually wrote something (it's out of 20, people, and nobody gets over 12 in French, so I'm not just a moe-ron). But then I was just like no, I'm going to leave this exam fighting it. So that's what I did, I wrestled with an impossible French exam for 4 1/2 hours.

We all went to the Part-Dieu afterwards for the Meal-Between-School-And-Dinner. Florian, the Buddhist drummer kid, every now and then has philosophical waves come over him. At the Meal-Between-School-And-Dinner, he was explaining his theory about how over a period of 4 hours or more, people change. Therefore, we all left the exam room different people than we were when we walked in. We are more to terms with what we can and cannot do, he said, and that alone makes us mature faster than just wasting four hours doing nothing.

Amusing thoughts from Drummer Kid.

Also, I finally purchased Michel Houllebecq's La Possibilité d'une Isle, and a cadeau for ma mère!

Today's daily features:

Back-home quote:
"I'll either dress up to the nines or not at all. If to the nines, then the Roberto Cavalli blouse and the new Blahniks..." -My mother, of course. Who else in memphis a) uses the phrase "dress to the nines," b) owns a Roberto Cavalli blouse, c) calls them Blahniks, by the last name only?

Thing that bothers the shit out of me:
The man-band Il Divo. There are four of them. Shouldn't they be I Divi???? GRRR!

Sign you KNOW you're a French nerd:
-When you listen to music, you translate it instantly.

Everyone wish me luck telling my host family I'm not doing Thanksgiving for them! They shouldn't be offended, they can't even pronounce it.

I remain, etc

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Guillaume Canet is officially one of my favorite actors. That's him in the (obviously) French lieutenant's uniform on the left. The German lieutenant is on the right. This is just after the German leiutenant has said "Good luck, and I hope you make it through the war."

After they shake hands, the two men talk about maybe meeting in Paris or Berlin after the war to share a bottle of wine. The French lieutenant, Audebert, says "Well, you know French better than I know German." The German lieutenant says "That's because you don't have a German wife."

I just love this film. I hear it's coming out in England under the title "Merry Christmas," so there's hope that it will be released in the US.

And I usually hate war dramas!!!


Shoutout to my mother, with whom I have the most special relationship. She sent me, from 3000 kilometers away, Arthur Frommer's Budget Travel magazine. Definitely badass of the day goes out to her.

Bonsoir à tous!
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Bonsoir, tout le monde.

I was just about to sit down and travail on the end of the last fiction work I had written in America that I was completely unsatisfied with.

I hear it's storming in Memphis.

I was listening to this song today, and it made me think of my mother. It's a sad song, well it could be interpreted as a sad song, but my mom and I were both noticing that it was a full moon the other night, when we are 5000 miles away. So, for my mom, here is Train's When I Look to the SkyRéduire )

On a separate note, I'm having the most wonderful time here. I had a lovely chat with the German exchange student in my school this morning during our solve-our-crises-together brioche session. She's going back to the Bundesrepublik Deustchland (said this way as a jab at Blake, who dares to read Christopher Marlowe's Faustus and not Goethe's Faust) in late January. She knows already that she doesn't want to leave, and she doesn't know how I can leave so soon. I'm going to miss everyone, but we're all trying not to think about that right now. We'll worry about that later! Now, we're having too much fun with random text-message coffee and brioche invitations.

But of course I'm so excited to see you mama!!!!!!!!!!!!

So here are today's daily features that vary daily:

Movie quote of the day:
"Why, that was pure genius!
Yes, I shall go down in history as the man who opened a door!" -a woman and Leonardo da Vinci in "Ever After"

Today's genius quote of the day:
"Dear Lord, we give thanks for the meal we are about to receive, and I myself pray that the rolls aren't burnt all to hell like last year." -Thanksgiving card my mom sent me

Today's attractive feature about AUP:
-They divide their international relations department into two majors, international affairs and international politics, instead of combining business and law. They understand the difference!

Today's thing that pisses the shit out of me:
-The fact that the kid next to me in Italian, Guillaume, who lets me call him Billy, is the biggest know-it-all over-achieving FREAK, yet he's so nice and impossible to get pissed off by. Why can't people like that be freaks that yell NEIN NEIN NEIN (or in this case, NO NO NO) all the time?

Today's Shakespeare quote of the day:
"Frailty, thy name is woman!" -Hamlet to Queen Gertrude. As a girl, I am supposed to hate this quote, but it's so funny. Just say it out loud!

Today's thought of the day:
-What makes a baroque violin ba-roke?

Today's song lyric of the day:
"My heart is in the east, Libi, libi Bmizrach" -Greg Nichols? Something like that?

I remain, etc
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Today is explain yourself day, everyone.

Therefore, I tag everyone on my friends list to explain why they chose their respective livejournal usernames, especially Blake.

And for my mom, I tag her to explain why she says things like "Pick up, the maid's coming."

And for my sister, I tag her to explain, since apparently neither my mom nor I can do it right, how exactly to pick up popcorn out of a bucket.

And for me, I choose to explain the freak accident of bad judgment I had when I was 16 and died my hair red (which had SO much potential, but unfortunately was done horrendously both times). Here are the lyrics to my favorite song in the French language, number 13 from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, "Complainte de la Butte" (since I know my mother will make a really bad pun about that, the "Butte" in question is the hill in Montmartre in Paris) by Rufus Wainwright.
Yes, this song hints at prostitution, but it's sweet quand même.
I sense in you the fire of a wounded spiritRéduire )

So there you go. That's my big explanation of the day.

And to Maggie, just to let you know, I believe the fire outside my window on Saturday night was just an electrical fire. There is supposedly a transformer near the driveway there, so that makes sense, but now everyone in France is afraid of transformers. But also, strangely, on Saturday night, just 2 minutes from my appartment two cars were burned, and there was a youth riot at Place Bellecour, the most touristic area of Lyon. Imagine if someone rallied a riot at the entrance of the Louvre in Paris, it just doesn't happen. But apparently it happens in Lyon, and last week's closing of the public transportation at sundown has been continued this week (only they stop at 7 now, not 6, so Josie won't be freaking trapped at cello lessons again. She seriously had to walk home, 30 minutes, with her freaking cello, in the rain, in the dark, after a bad experience with her phone being dead, host family not there, cello teacher had somewhere to go, every cab company in Lyon is busy, etc) So, everyone, violence is happening in Lyon, and even in our charming neighborhood of Caluire. It's the equivalent of youth riots in West Collierville, it just doesn't happen, right?

Quotes, right fast.

Anti-government quote of the day:
"My name is not Monsieur Sarkozy, I don't just take up papers without warning." -My English teacher, responding to whether he was going to take up the homework.

Movie quote of the day:
"It's too bad that the Israelis don't speak Arabic like the Palestinians speak Hebrew. If they did, I think things would change." -Free Zone

Everyone download "Chad Gadya" by Chava Alberstein.

I remain, etc
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Bonsoir à tous.

List! in the form of a mutilated survey.
List!Réduire )

Interesting conversation today, on what every French girl talks about/is obsessed with: sex, of course. They have an image that Americans just don't have sex, whereas we have an image that it's all they ever do. Both are true, in a sense. My friend Alexia has a theory that everyone's age comes with a two-year range in both directions. For example, I'm seventeen, but that could mean I am anywhere between 15 and 19. 19, in my case, but I definitely see her point. Most Americans don't see it that way, and that's why moooosst people in high school don't have sex. I thought it strange a week ago when a friend was like "so how is your cheri, ezzur?" (cheri/chérie is lyonnais for boyfriend/girlfriend. Usually connotes a very serious relationship.) I don't have a cheri, I say. Ah bon? D'accord! So how is the person you have sex with? Um... I don't have sex? "Ah bon????" Sex is SO much more casual over here, it's freaky, actually. I mean it's prophesized that the end times would have similar views... So anyways, back to today. I explained that I don't have sex because I don't have a cheri, and even if I did, I know I am mature and I don't need to have sex to prove it. I like this theory, I stick to it, it's worked well. The girls (who wear lingerie in gym class) were like "ah bon? Trop fort!!!" Like I had just explained my views on how the theory of relavity is flawed. The subject came up because my friend Alexia was saying that her cheri was coming from Toulon tonight to see her, and she was all happy. Explaining the concept of sex being a taaddd bit more serious than just kissing is like witnessing a western religion to a Hindu - they sit with wide eyes, like they've honestly never thought of life that way. Alexia thinks that in general, Americans have a different view of sex because we've never been much for separation of church and state (yes, right-wing history freaks, I'm aware it's in the constitution, but we all know the constitution is all hypothetical and more theory than practice. DUH!) so we have a very strict view of morality, even if people personally aren't religious. Makes sense, I'm not religious and I believe sex without having a cheri is wrong. So most of these people started having sex when they were 12 or 13 (according to Alexia's theory, that would make them 14 or 15, still horrendously young in my opinion, because how can you be really in love with your cheri when you're like 14?) and when they found out I was 17, they were just like wow, that's really cool. I think so too. I would like a cheri, obviously, but I don't know anyone cheri-worthy. If any of you do, introduce me!

This also explains my hostile views towards male strangers.

So, in conclusion, while sex before marriage is not necessarily a one-way ticket to the hell that's lined with good intentions, fanny packs, and colored mascara, it's just not necessary at this age. ESPECIALLY when you don't have a cheri.

Today's daily features that vary daily:

Today's stupid quote of the day:
"It's the fault of the architecture that the Twin Towers fell on 9/11. If they were designed better, so many people would not have died." -Fanny, who is in architecture school. So we can all sleep better tonight knowing that the buildings she will design will be more resistant should they ever be crashed into by hijacked 747s. GRR!

Today's hero of the day:
-Queen Rania of Jordan, for visiting and praying with the people in the hospital after a hotel in Ramman (freaking site of a wedding) was bombed.

Today's song lyric of the day:
"Ready let's roll onto something new" -The Killers

Today's movie quote of the day:
"Last week, Japanese scientists displaced... placed... explosive devices at the bottom of lake Loch Ness to blow Nessy out of the water. Sir Godfrey of the Nessy Alliance summoned the help of Scotland's local wizards to cast a protective spell over the lake and its residents and all who seek for the peaceful existence with our underwater ally." -Napoleon Dynamite

Today's Shakespeare quote of the day:
"But Brutus says he was ambitious, and Brutus is an honorable man." -Marc Antony, Julius Caesar act III

Today's thing that pisses the shit out of me:
-Don't you HATE it when the first person gets up to hand in a test, then all of a sudden EVERYBODY else does?

Today's attractive feature about AUP:
-In their library, they have daily copies of the world's major newspapers for free, a few of which that I personally can't survive without: International Herald Tribune, le Monde, die Zeit, la Repubblica, the printed reports from al-Jazeera, and the Jerusalem Post.

Today's travel-quote of the day:
"Senorita! What did you do to your face!!!" -waiter in Cancun, after a sunburn had rendered me a lack of resemblance to the human race. It really looked like someone had thrown hydrochloric acid on my face. What did I do to it? I didn't believe in tanning beds at this point, that's what!

Today's over-here quote of the day:
"Mais non, tout va bien! C'est anarchie totale, mais tout va bien!" -Marie, my German friend, explaining over croques at lunch that her mother had called her, asking if she were ok after the riots. Thus was her answer, I think it's hilarious.

I remain, etc
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Greatest day ever!

After English today, group of us who live in Caluire take the 13 to go back to our appartements for lunch. Nothing extraordinary. But today, for the second day in a ROW, traffic put us 15 minutes late. When we got to Caluire, we were just like "d'accord, ça ne marche pas." So we split a bag of monster munch. Thought I'd be starving later, but I wasn't.

By this point, it has started to rain torrentially.

Hair is a mess, no makeup, look like crap, etc, and we get to school to discover it's class photo day.

Which means after everybody stopped shouting "EZZUR! DO MY MAKEUP!" I got to hang out with Alexis (cutie!)

So then two hours of French. Teacher wasn't there, so we had insane busy work, two impossible texts to analyze. I'd look at them and the words just danced around on the page. I looked at my watch, realized that this class would end like, never, it was torrentially raining, as I said before, freezing ass cold, the texts were impossible... but I realized that I could not be happier. It really was an epiphany.

My friend Marie was trying to think of a word, so she was asking everyone around her what an antonym of something was, and I said a suggestion. She thought Tracy, the girl in front of me, had sad it, so Marie was like 'BRILLIANT! THANK YOU, CICI!' Tracy was like mais non, c'était ezzur! Marie turns around and looks and says thanks profusely, then turns back around saying "She speaks better French than I do!"

Today, I had a German test. J'en ai marre of German tests getting the best of me. It's been embarrassing to go from being the best to being the worst in my 3rd language. So today, I buckled down and just looked at the test. "OK, German test," I said, "It's either you or me." After that, it was easy! I think I did very well.

And in Italian this morning my teacher called me a grammatica fascista after I correctly answered the principle of indirect objects in the Italian language and order of pronouns. That was one of the proudest moments OF MY LIFE!

So, everyone back home, the new phrase is Grammar Fascist, not Grammar Nazi.

After school today, a bunch of us were on the way home when we came to the Place Croix-Rousse. It's still the fair in the Croix-Rousse, and Klyrianne was like "Hey let's get a crêpe!" I was like it's raining torrentially! They were like so? Come on! So we went to be real french people and got crepes.

Truly was a real awakening. I'm just so happy here.

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First of all, I'll see if this works, then I will try to put on google earth photos.

But first! Daily features, that vary daily.

-Today's movie quote of the day:
"Great ambition and great conquest without contribution is without significance." -The Emperor's Club

-Today's opera quote of the day:
"We laugh, we kiss, we enjoy each other's company!" -Musetta, Act II, La Boheme

-Today's Shakespeare quote of the day:
"I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience." -Henry VIII act III

-Today's anti-patriotic quote of the day:
"That night, September 10, 2001, President George W. Bush went to sleep on sheets made of fine French linen." -Fahrenheit 9/11

-Today's little known fact of the day:
This LJ username, Permanent Friday, comes from Michael Moore's November 3, 2004 post-election speech.
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