May 2003 archive
(89 entries)
May 31, 2003
Even más fotos
Vichy
Various trips in southern Auvergne
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May 30, 2003
Go Rats!
My high school is the 685th best high school in this great Satan nation of ours.
Cant u tel from it's alumnis?
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May 29, 2003
Allez-les... whoever
It amuses me and confuses French students of English and anglophone students of French that the French verb supporter, rather than meaning "to support" means "to put up with".
However, to talk about football fans, the French have borrowed the English word supporters and frangled it into the French term supporteurs. It makes me giggle to imagine French football "fans" in the stands, looking at their watches and loudly asking, "Is it over yet?"
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Begone with you
Is this movie playing near you?
It is? What are you doing reading my site? You are supposed to be at the movie theatre!
L'auberge espagnole is a lovely French film that perfectly documents the experience of studying in another country, from the linguistic mishmash that results to the relationships you make. If you have ever lived or wanted to live in another country, or if you have ever wondered about the experience, I highly recommend it.
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Guest blogging chez K
Okay, precious folkses. For the next couple days, while I work on the Big Move to MT, I will be helping Katie out by enriching her blog with CRAP. I can be found at:
http://www.sojoyful.com/weblog
It may be a bit longer than expected for the Big Move, as the phone line that my computer's modem dials through has very beautifully decided not to work, just when I was going to put last night into making the big push to MT. Oh well, I needed the sleep anyway. Hopefully I'll be converted by the end of the weekend.
May 28, 2003
Reload! Reload! Reload!
I went to see The Matrix Reloaded last night. My thoughts are as follows:
Lambert Wilson, despite being a real live French person, has the fakest French accent ever. He has a good English accent and was trying to cover it up, very ineffectively. He just sounded German. I still lurve him just for being French and I curled up in a little ball and giggled when he would swear and order wine.
Keanu Reeves seemed to me to be lacking in keanureevesocity. I didn't hear him say "Whoa" or "I know kung fu" once! I was not once distracted from the film by his abyssmal acting talents, which sort of disappointed me. Or maybe I just wanted an excuse to invent the word keanureevesocity. What was with that dress he was wearing?
Was I the only one who felt like Zion was eerily similar to the Ewok Village? Oh.
I love the Keymaker's voice. I love the Keymaker. But having a character called The Keymaker just makes me think of Ghostbusters. "Are you the Keymaster? I am the Gatekeeper."
Alex and I stayed for the Matrix Revolutions preview after the credits. Um... yeah. I was not impressed. Alex said I wasn't necessarily supposed to be, because it was just a teaser. This "teaser" didn't tease me at all, though. It made me go, Huh. Well, I've already put the time and money into seeing the first two, so I guess I might as well see this one too, although the film itself holds no particular appeal.
I am only wearing black from now on.
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That explains why I could never remember which of
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Normal last-minute panic
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srah@work
This day has been going by disturbingly quickly. I just found myself wondering if it was getting near lunchtime... then realizing that I ate lunch three hours ago.
Imagine radio DJs who knew their music
I was listening to a local oldies station yesterday and the song Imagine was playing. When the song ended, the idiot DJ said something to the effect of, "What a perfect song for this Memorial Day. Imagine, imagine, imagine no... freedom. No freedom. Whoa, heavy. So remember all the men and women who died for your freedom. Because freedom is the most important thing in the world. Go USA."
Okay, maybe not the "Go USA" part, but the rest was pretty much what he said. He took a great song and took a bit out of context, and mangled it to try to make it fit his own agenda. How about "Nothing to kill or die for"? How about "Imagine all the people/ Living life in peace"? Where's that fit into your Memorial Day war spiel?
Also on the topic of radio DJs, do you think there's a special school for NPR DJs? Or do they just get made fun of in Regular DJ School?
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I'm watching you...
I am a paranoid freakazoid, I know, but every summer I suffer from the impression that everyone in the Sorting Room hates me and talks about me behind my back. Fortunately for me and my being-snuck-up-on complex, they can't do that anymore - literally, anyway. I'm at a different computer this year, so I don't have my back to the room. Now they have to talk about me in front of my back. Which they probably don't do anyway. I have problems.
Feed a cold, feed allergies
It could be a cold. It is a possibility. But I think my eyes are a bit too itchy for a cold.
Anyway, at this point, I would kill for a Cantal-and-butter baguette sandwich. But why must it come to that? Feed me, and save humanity.
*Sniffle*
I am allergic to spending weekends with my family. I am allergic to the evil dog. I am allergic to my boyfriend going to Lake Michigan while I go to cemetaries. I am allergic to Movable Type. I am allergic to tissues. I am allergic to myself. I am allergic to you.
I am full of theories. And snot.
May 24, 2003
The move to MT will be even longer and more arduous
...If I have to do it manually. Ho hum. There are a lot of steps here. Maybe it will take me until November.
The move to MT will be long and arduous
In case anyone wondered, I have somehow managed to blog 2486 blog-posts since the beginning of time. It will be super-fun to go through all of those and fix dates and things. I half meant that, because I do like to read my own crap quite a bit.
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I... I went to France, y'know...
I am a bit disappointed all of a sudden because I just realized that I can't remember a single person asking to see my pictures since I've been home. I've foisted them on several people, but I don't remember any requests. No one cares...
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TechnoSrah, part deux
Well, I was so frustrated at my lack o' skillz (yes, I totally spelled it that way), I went and installed Movable Type in order to prove myself. It took until 2am to get everything configured and I worked through dinner, but I did it. I don't know how I did it, but it's up there now and I may start blogging there soon. I'm not sure yet... my Blogger Pro subscription lasts until October 2003 so it seems like a waste to switch now, but MT is very lovely and tempting. I'll keep you posted.
Muchas muchas gracias to Shireen and Bob and Robin for their help and support during this difficult time.
NationStates Update
Remember my country, The Empire of Srahnce? Here's the latest (the country has changed quite a bit in its month of existence):
The Empire of Srahnce is a very large, safe nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape. Its compassionate population of 163 million enjoy extensive civil freedoms, particularly in social issues, while business tends to be more regulated.
The large government devotes most of its attentions to Education, with areas such as Defence and Commerce receiving almost no funds by comparison. The average income tax rate is 26%, but much higher for the wealthy. A small but healthy private sector is led by the Basket Weaving industry, followed by Uranium Mining and Gambling.
Same-sex marriages are increasingly common, genetic researchers have been expelled, the nation is completely gun-free, and all tarrifs have been abolished. Crime is relatively low. Srahnce's national animal is the llama and its currency is the donut.
Ooh ooh, pick me first!
Why do all churches seem to want to be called First X church of X? Is there something better about being the first one? This is frustratingly repetitive to archives employees who have just made it to the Fs.
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More on today's footwear
Most normal people with sort of scrubby-looking, leaky shoes would get rid of them, rather than thinking to themselves, These are really great shoes! You can't get rid of shoes like this! I just can't wear them when it rains!
Then again, I'm not most people, and I'm certainly not normal.
Unfortunately, I find myself back in Michigan surrounded by people who are relatively normal and who would probably insist that I débarrass myself of them if they knew I was wearing leaky shoes. Relatively normal, or at least pretending to be so. I wouldn't hang out with anyone who was completely normal. That wouldn't be any fun.
So anyway, these are great shoes despite their leakiness, and you will have to pry them off my cold, dead feet to get me to take them off.
Technosrah
Dudes, I am hopeless. I tried to put in a Blogroll to update my links and it didn't work at all. Why am I broken? Why don't I know how to do the simplest computer things? Why, when I put it in, did it refuse to be the font-size I told it to be and did it insert random insane characters into all of my other javascript scripts that messed them all up? I think I will have to give up all hope of ever putting this thing on Movable Type because I can't even do this. Help help help...
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The Friday Five
1. What brand of toothpaste do you use?
Right now I am finishing off a tube of Aquafresh bought in France because it was the only kind I could find that stood up. Normally in the US I buy Colgate because I like their packaging better than Crest's. They're all the same, anyway.
2. What brand of toilet paper do you prefer?
Whatever my mommy has bought. In France, I bought The Pink Kind That Is On Sale brand toilet paper. I was very loyal to this brand.
3. What brand(s) of shoes do you wear?
I don't have any loyalty to a particular brand. My current trainers are Nikes (prounounced "nykes" because I bought them in France), but I think my last pair were Reebok or Adidas or something. Right now I am wearing a French shoe labeled Buggy. I don't know if that is the make or the model.
4. What brand of soda pop do you drink?
I try to avoid pop if possible, but usually end up drinking Coke when I do drink it. I drink Coke over Pepsi for the same reason I pick Colgate over Crest - I prefer red-and-white to red-white-and-blue.
5. What brand of gum do you chew?
I don't like to chew gum. It makes me feel trashy-looking.
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May 22, 2003
Better late than never
I get so proud of myself when I suddenly understand things I didn't understand the first five hundred times. I was just listening to Up the Junction by Squeeze, which starts with the lines "I never thought it would happen/ with me and a girl from Clapham" and only just got the connection... Clapham Junction. I still don't know what Clapham Junction is, besides a London Underground stop, but I am very pleased with myself for having finally made the connection.
Sometimes I have to share these things in my blog because I know no one cares and I don't have enough real-life friends to lose them by telling them stupid things like this.
A story to build your vocabulary (you're welcome)
Being a member of the digerati, I often lose track of time. I was embrangled by my borborygmus, but it became pellucid when I looked at my watch and realized I hadn't had breakfast. I hadn't been hungry at the time and had considered it otiose to eat when I wasn't hungry. I got up and went to the kitchen, stubbing my hallux on the doorframe on the way. I found a bottle of iced tea, which I decided would quench my thirst, if not my hunger. After drinking it, I didn't know what to do with the cullet. Garbology told me I should throw it away, but something told me I should recycle it instead. Frustrated by these antipodes, I decided to defenestrate it instead.
[thanks to Cheryl for sending me the link and giving me something useless to do over my lunch hour]
I sound high but I'm not
Dude. Why do we keep pets?
It occurred to me this morning that most people would squish a spider if they found it in their house, or at least put it outside. But lots of people keep animals on purpose, feeding them and medicating them and all. If you really think about it, it seems ridiculous that we try to keep some animals out of the house, considering them pests and keep others in, considering them members of the family. I was so annoyed by this that I spent all morning trying to squish Howie.
Down with pants
Alex and I saw Down With Love last night. As a big fan of Tony Randall movies Doris Day and Rock Hudson movies, I was rather excited about it and rather disappointed. I found it fluffily entertaining but confused, disjointed, overcomplicated and long. It felt like it wasn't sure whether it wanted to be a Doris Day/Rock Hudson movie or a parody thereof. I would recommend it on video, but it's not particularly worth seeing on the big screen, except maybe for David Hyde Pierce, who was excellent as Tony Randall the hero's neurotic boss and friend. He made me giggle.
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A Rubenful of coleslaw
So. American Idol's over.
That is all I have to say about that.
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What I learned on a trip to the mall
When they closed the United Artists cinema at the mall, I was not terribly upset because it was kind of skanky and I never went there anyway. It did, however, seem like a waste to have a big movie theatre there and nothing playing. I decided that if I suddenly became rich, I would buy the theatre and show old, foreign, and art-house movies there (with free parking!).
At some point while I was gone, someone did just that, freeing me up from investing in the potentially risky scheme of putting an art-house cinema in a place frequented by brainless 15-year-olds. It plays harder-to-find things, but some of the mainstream films as well. Alex and I are going to see the Chilean film Te Amo (Made in Chile) tonight, and L'Auberge espagnole comes out next week, so I will be moving in there then. I am happy to discover that someone has made Ann Arbor suck just a little bit less.
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May 21, 2003
As if I haven't quoted enough songs lately
I hadn't missed speaking French as much as I thought I would. I hadn't had a nervous breakdown and taken to wearing a tinfoil hat and muttering to myself in the corner. Then I listened to La pêche à la ligne on my headphones.
... C'est à peine l'aurore/ Et je tombe du plume/ Mon amour dort encore/ Du sommeil de l'enclume/ Je la laisse à ses rêves/ Où je n' suis sûrement pas/ Marlon Brando l'enlève,/ Qu'est c' que je foutrais là ?/ Sur un cheval sauvage,/ Ils s'en vont ridicules/ Dehors y a un orage,/ Y sont mouillés c'est nul !...
I love that part. I wanted to play it for all of my friends here at home. 'Isn't it funny?' I would say to them, 'Listen to the lyrics. Can't you see it? Isn't that funny to imagine?' But no. It's not. Because no one I know knows Renaud, which is what makes him and the wild horse and the big romantic scene so funny. And even if they did know Renaud, they don't speak French so they can't understand the lyrics in the first place.
Vous me manquez...
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Maybe it's a circus bear
The evil institution that will have me in its clutches next year is making me jump through hoops to prove that they can't charge me out-of-state tuition. I have lived in Michigan all my life, folks, except for spending a few months in France twice. You can't charge me out-of-state tuition. I would qualify for in-city tuition if such a thing existed, you jerks. Now I have to fill out papers and tell the university everywhere I've studied, everywhere I've worked, and every single place my parents and I have lived since 1948.
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Young man, are you listening to me?
My new phrase is going to be "that's so jive". We really don't hear this phrase enough.
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I must exorciiiiiiiiiiiiise the demons
Money talks
but it don't sing and dance and it don't walk.
And long as I can have you here with me
I'd much rather be
forever in blue jeans.
Honey's sweet.
But it ain't nothing next to baby's treat.
And if you pardon me
I'd like to say we'll do okay
forever in blue jeans.
I am in such pain. I've had this song in my head sans cesse for at least five days now, I think. I hope that by inflicting it on you and listening to something else, I can get it out. Pray for me.
srah | 8:45 AM | TrackBack | Tags: music, neil diamond |
May 20, 2003
Little girl lost
People kept having to re-explain things to me today, over and over again. I felt like I didn't understand anything. To be precise, I felt almost exactly like this:
King: GUARDS!!! (two guards come in) Make sure the prince doesn't leave this room until I come and get 'im. (starts to go)
Guard 1: (repeating) Not to leave the room, even if you come and get 'im.
Guard 2: *Hic*
King: Nono.... *Until* I come and get him.
Guard 1: Until you come and get him, we're not to enter the room.
King: (stops) Nono, no... You *stay* in the room, and make sure *he* doesn't leave.
Guard 1: And you'll come and get him.
Guard 2: *Hic*
King: Right.
Guard 1: We don't need to do anything, apart from just stop him, entering the room.
King: Nono. *Leaving* the room.
Guard 1: Leaving the room, yes.
King: All right?
Guard 1: 'Right.
King: Right. (goes out the door)
Guard 1: Oh! If if if uhhhh.... if if uhhhhh.... If if if we......
King: (coming back in) Yes, what is it?
Guard 1: Oh. I-if....... Oh....
King: Look, it's quite simple.
Guard 1: Uh.....
King: You just stay here, and make sure 'e doesn't leave the room. All right?
Guard 2: *hic*
Guard 1: Oh, I remember! Uhhhh, can he leave the room with us?
King: No...nono, no. You just keep him in 'ere, and make sure...
Guard 1: Oh yes, we'll keep him in here, obviously, but if he *had* to leave, and we *were* with him...
King: nononono just KEEP HIM IN HERE
Guard 1: ...Until you or anyone else...
King: No, not anyone else, just me...
Guard 1: ...Just you...
Guard 2: *hic*
King: Get back.
Guard 1: Get back.
King: All right?
Guard 1: Right, we'll stay here until you get back.
Guard 2: *hic*
King: (pause) And, uh... make sure 'e doesn't leave.
Guard 1: What?
King: (pause) Make sure 'e doesn't leave!
Guard 1: The prince??????
King: Yes, MAKE SURE 'E DOESN'T LEAVE...
Guard 2: *hic*
Guard 1: Oh, yes, of course!! I thought you meant him! (motions towards the second guard) You know, it seemed a bit daft me having to guard him when 'e's a guard...
King: (pause) Is that clear?
Guard 1: Oh, quite clear, no problems!
Guard 2: *hic*
King: Right. (starts to leave. The guards follow him) Where are *you* going?
Guard 1: We're coming with you!
King: Nono, I want you to *stay* here and MAKE SURE 'E DOESN'T LEAVE!
Guard 1: Oh, I see, right!
I never really felt pity for that guy before.
Grandmah srah
For a moment, I thought I had forgotten how to spell Alzheimer's. Then I realized I had never really known for sure. Is it better to be ignorant than senile? I'm not so sure.
Hey short girl
Who has the responsibility of introducing me to the members of the staff I don't know at Tea? Is it my ultimate boss, my project supervisor, my sub-project supervisor, or my mommy? Probably none of the above. It's probably me.
Unfortunately, I can't bring myself to do it, because I feel they should know and fear me already, from the tales and lore shared with them by the others. I consider them new staff and me old staff. I am a mutant: the five-year returning temporary summer employee.
And this happens every summer.
De nouveau à la bibliothèque
Very confused. Many projects. Little sleep over the weekend. Very little archival knowledge osmosed (is that a verb?) during the last five years I have worked here, but no one seems to realize that I was just photocopying and reorganizing the supply cabinet and don't actually know anything about archives. All will be fine once I am settled in. I hope.
May 19, 2003
That famous movie, Mr Neil Diamond goes to the Decoy Museum
Our return trip was rather uneventful, marked by some creative and dirty Mad Libs (the title of this post is one of the cleaner things that came out of it) and a profound lack of visits to llama farms. We did go through the Skyline Drive and see some lovely scenery, reminiscent of the Auvergne to those of us who had been there.
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May 18, 2003
Travels in Fauquier County
On the way back from New York, Bob, Cheryl, Robin and I went wine-tasting in Virginia. First, we went to Chrysalis Vineyards, where we had a little dribble of eight wines, including the rather delicious Viognier. I skipped and smiled and sang and danced and twirled and giggled to the car, and we drove to Piedmont Vineyards, passing an ostrich farm on the way. At Piedmont, we tried another six or so wines, and by the end it became evident that 100-pound Sarah had not eaten lunch. Luckily Robin was just as pompette joyeuse as I was, so we whispered-very-loudly to each other and everything was enormously funny.
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May 17, 2003
'Young, black and restless, with money in my anus'
We're staying with Robin's aunt and uncle in Irvington, New York, home of Mme. C.J. Walker, the first Black woman millionaire, according to Robin. Aunt Sue made us a big breakfast, then we took off for New York City by train. We met up with Cheryl's old roommate, Julie, at Grand Central Station and took off for our first stop, the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art is cool because you can pay as much as you want to get in, and the roof has a nice view of the city. We saw a lot of nice art (including the temporary exhibit on Manet and Velázquez) and, trying to find the exit, got lost approximately one hillion jillion times. But exit we must (had to?) because the day was young and museum-going is tiring to the feet. So we took our feet down the street (that rhymes) to Central Park, where we sat for a while, eating hot dogs and taking in the scenery (people and otherwise).
After Central Park, we went to see the Brooklyn Bridge. First, though, we had to use the bathroom, and chose for this purpose the Busiest Starbucks Bathroom In The Entire World. Luckily while waiting in line and speculating about what the people in the bathroom could be doing to take up so much time (snorting crack, having sex, being dead), we did get to spot a bit of filming going on outside the window. Unfortunately, they seemed to be filming in the other direction, so I will not be a star again. After we relieved ourselves, we got in touch with Robin's cousin Tom, who came into the city to meet up with us. The six of us ventured onto the bridge, but did not make it too far, as everyone had managed to pair up in such a way as to stick the two gephyrophobes together. Robin and I walked on the strongest beams and tried not to look down, and very much enjoyed looking at the bridge from afar.
After the bridge was safely out of sight, we went to Battery Park, to look at the Statue of Liberty. That was the original idea, but there were plenty of other things to look at, what with all the FREAKY BEEPING STREET PERFORMERS (sorry... you may know my great love for human statuary). In addition to these horrid things, there were many entertaining things to see, like bagpipers, people dressed as Italian peasants dancing around, and Denis Leary. We sat around for a good hour and a half, just people-watching and people-mocking. A good time was had by all.
After we realized we had been sitting in the park for hours and missing out on more sight-seeing, we hopped off to Chinatown to pick up a quick case of SARS, wandered into Little Italy, then went to dinner at the Mexican restaurant near Julie's apartment in Harlem. The bathroom was full of mirrors, which scared and confused everyone who entered and tempted the others to go just to see. Luckily only Bob actually ran into the wall. The food was so-so, but the atmosphere and company were good. After dinner, we visited Julie's apartment, drank margaritas, and I played a tipsy game of Euchre and lost very quickly. We made our way through the streets of Harlem with two guys threatening to get in a fight on the sidewalk right next to us, and made it safely to the subway, which was full of the drunken New York youths from whom the title of this post is quoted. I don't get it either. Ouch.
We took the train until Yonkers ("Yonkers?!"), which is where Tom lives, then he drove us back to Irvington, where we curled up into bed straight away, exhausted after our Adventures In The Big City.
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Dream
I dreamt I was out in a snowstorm, looking for my glasses. I found two other pairs of glasses on a snowbank and I didn't know if I should take them with me or let them be buried. It occurred to me that maybe the owners knew exactly where they had left their glasses and would miss them if I took them with me. It didn't occur to me that if I left them there, they would quickly be buried and never found again. Philippe was there, skiing away. He always seems to show up in my dreams that take place in the snow.
Next, I was watching a video about a famous Chilean skiier nicknamed "Hot Dog", who had freakishly enormous forearm muscles. The video talked about how he had somehow mislearned how to move his arms when he was little, which made his muscles have to work a lot harder and grow to enormous size. The weird thing was that every time the video showed muscles and should have been talking about muscles, the word "muscle" was replaced by "hot dog".
May 16, 2003
...And an outbreak of the French disease
John Adams: Wake up, Franklin, you're going to New Brunswick!
Benjamin Franklin: (Half asleep) Like hell I am. What for?
Stephen Hopkins: The whoring and the drinking!
(Franklin gets up and walks off)
I felt I had to share with you the bit of dialogue that started running through my head as soon as I realized that Harini now lives and studies in New Brunswick, New Jersey, and that New Brunswick is that New Brunswick.
Robin, Cheryl and I drove down to Fairfax, Virginia last night and spent the night at Bob's, then the four of us set off this morning across the lovely state of New Jersey to visit Harini and check out her new digs. We went out to lunch at a place called Stuff Yer Face. The spelling offended Harini, but I was just glad it wasn't You're. Through the window of the restaurant, we got to see, taking place in the street, our First Ever Real Life Fist Fight Between Grown-Up People. I haven't seen a fight since middle school. Viva NJ.
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Cars on the New Jersey turnpike: more than nine
It's hard to count when they keep moving and I can't tell who I've already counted. Yes, we have set off to look for America. And despite the fact that we were there yesterday, Michigan seems like a dream to us now.
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May 15, 2003
Dirty old man
My friends and I are such nerds that not only did we not eject Cheryl's dad's Neil Diamond 3-CD set, but we listened, sang along, and totally got into it.
In other news, I only brought two pairs of pants on this trip, so I will be Forever in Blue Jeans.
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Quiero mas hispanophones
I guess I was mentally prepared from last time for people not to understand me in French. My problem now is that no one understands me in French or in Spanish. It's frustrating when I say "Quiero una zanahoria" and Cheryl doesn't understand that I want a carrot. I am a mutant to come back from France speaking Spanish, but everyone in Vichy spoke some Spanish or could be taught.
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