August 2004 archive

(43 entries)

August 31, 2004

Language Week 2,2

Thanks to Jez, Stuart and pea for participating! If you're playing along in your blog, please let me know!

Une experience intéressante... j'ai écrit l'article en anglais, et puis je l'ai traduit en français lors de son enregistrement.

Vous pouvez écouter cet article (j'ai dit 'poste' dans l'enregistrement, parce que je n'avais pas encore cherché la traduction) en français, et puis le lire en anglais dans l'entrée étendue*.

* Note to manager of the Multilingual Bloglossary: Why is it an "article" but an "entrée" étendue?

srah | 11:11 PM | TrackBack
Tags: french, in french, language, language week, memes

August 30, 2004

Unconscious Mutterings

My subconscious is very boring this week!

srah | 4:13 PM | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

People Are Stupid, #412 in a series

I received a sample of Ice Breakers Liquid Ice™ Instant Liquid Mints, stuck to the cardboard protectory-thing on my chai tea today. On the back of the package is written:

Safety Warning: Avoid contact with eyes.

Right. I hate it when that happens.

Update: People Are Stupid, #413: Especially me. These mints are awful!!!1

srah | 12:31 PM | TrackBack
Tags: food

Primero mensaje

Bueno. Es de nuevo La Semana de los Idiomas y hace dos años desde la última vez que aprendí el castellano. No hay mucho necesidad para el español en Michigan o en Francia. El padre del Pato es en los Estados Unidos por el momento para visitar su hijo y no habla mucho inglés, entonces quizás voy a necessitar hablarlo este fin de semana. Si no necessito el español solamente para entender el Jezito, que me habla tal vez en el español Canario, lo que no entendería incluso si había estudiado el español recientemente.

(All words and phrases in italics were cheatingly stolen from Babelfish or the Multilingual Bloglossary)

Para la traducción...

srah | 10:53 AM | TrackBack
Tags: in spanish, language, language week, memes, spanish

August 29, 2004

PSA which is probably of interest to no one, as PSAs usually are

If you're trying to email me on my school account and your messages are bouncing back, it's because they're migrating us over to a different system and they don't know what they're doing. So in the meantime, please try srah-at-srah-dot-net or quesrah-at-gmail-dot-com. Thank ye kindly.

srah | 12:43 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBack
Tags: technology

Thievery is the sincerest form of flattery?

It seems like every time I visit Tequila Mockingbird, she's right in the middle of a big plagiarism affair with people nicking entire posts from her site and passing them off as their own. Usually a sharp-eyed reader comes across these posts, points them out to Julia, then it slowly comes out that the culprit has stolen several other posts from other sites.

So when I read Tequila Mockingbird, I find myself reading through all of her posts and the comments others have left and watching the drama unfold. And then I visit the malefactor's website to see if they've apologized or made any reference to the hullaballoo (which they usually haven't). I read through their archives to see if I recognize anything else as stolen.

And I never do. It's never mine. *sniffles*

Why does no one ever want to steal anything from me? Am I not good enough to plagiarize? I'm pretty sure that if I actually did find that someone had stolen my content, I would be disgusted and angry and ready to jump up and down on them like a tiny little Mr Hyde, but I'm rather insulted that no one's even tried!

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August 28, 2004

SWF returns to America

Likes: Being able to get a teacup, heat up water and take milk out of refrigerator all in the same room; DVD selection; free refills in restaurants; having a radio/tape player in the car; not having to get gas/petrol every time one goes out; not having to slam on the brake pedal to stop.

Dislikes: Accidentally slamming on the brake pedal to stop; Olympic basketball on TV; jet lag; unpacking; all signage exclusively in English; lack of widespread text-messaging culture; RONALD FREAKING MCDONALD ON THE FREAKING TELEVISION DIE CLOWN DIE.

srah | 11:15 AM | TrackBack
Tags: cultural differences, france, united states

August 26, 2004

Language Week 2

A repeat of Language Week has been requested and shall be granted. Yes, I know it happened in June last year, but I'm in charge and I say it happens in August this year. Ah, power! So I bring you:

LANGUAGE WEEK 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO August 30 - September 5, 2004

Here be ze rhools:

  • Blog in a language that you don't usually blog in. You don't have to blog a lot if you don't want to - a few sentences will do, as long as you continue, once a day, through the week (or at least Monday to Friday). What the hell. If you only want to blog in Swedish on Tuesday, go for it. You can blog in one foreign language for five days, you can blog in five different languages or you can find some medium between the two.
  • It would be nice, but not necessary, to include some kind of translation into your usual language. I usually do mine in <span title="translation"><i>other language</i></span> tags. You might choose to write it all out and translate at the end. You could hide it in the post's extension. Whatever. Be free! Be wild!
  • You can link back to this post if you want. Or not. If you don't want. There is a new icon this year, or you can use last year's old crappy MS-Paint-produced one if you'd rather.
  • If you're participating, please leave a comment or a trackback and let me know. This way you can all read each other's and be inspired when you can't think of anything to say* and you can make new blogging friends and we'll all live happily ever after.
  • srah | 9:42 AM | TrackBack
    Tags: language, language week, memes

    Hippo birdie two...

    Yes, it's that time of year again...

    srah | 8:50 AM | TrackBack
    Tags: birthday, holidays, macaulay culkin

    First instance of culture shock

    WHY is there so much water in the toilet tank????

    And WHY am I awake?

    srah | 6:24 AM | TrackBack
    Tags: cultural differences, france, united states

    August 25, 2004

    'Dave, please prepare for landing.'

    I got to France on the anniversary of the D-Day invasion and am leaving on the day of the liberation of Paris. I'll be a bit sad to miss all of the television specials, actually.

    Got up in the morning, had breakfast, took a taxi to the RER, took the RER to Charles de Gaulle, stood in lines, went through security, stood in lines, got to the gate, stood in lines, sat around forever. No telephones and only one place to get food - where a bottle of iced tea cost 3,15€. Not bloody likely!*

    Got on the plane and was seated across the aisle from a WWII veteran who was 81 years old and who had been decorated with the French Legion of Honor medal this summer because he was involved in the D-Day invasion. I know this because I heard it about 71 different times because his wife wouldn't shut up about it.

    He was very charming, if your definition of charming is:

    charm·ing: (adj.) 1. One who is quite possibly senile and turns his airplane radio up to impossible volumes and does not remove his headphones when people speak to him so he ends up yelling at everyone who talks to him and - worst of all - is listening to some patriotic airplane radio channel and feels a great need to sing along (loudly) but doesn't really know the words so that all we hear is a sort of "mahmahnahla AMEEEEEEEERICA nah la la la la la la la AMERRRRRRICA" at completely unpredictable intervals in such a way that it kind of scares other passengers and makes them think he might be insane.

    I don't know about you, but that's not my definition of the word.

    So, that was that. We had to pick up our checked luggage in Washington, DC, walk through immigration with it (although our checked luggage was completely irrelevant as they didn't search anything and we just had to fill out forms) then recheck it. It was ridiculous. Then we went on from Washington to Detroit, where I was seated across the aisle from the Paranoid Wolverine, so nicknamed because she's a U-M student and because every time the plane did anything, she started panicking, à la "Are we turning? Haven't we been turning for a long time? We've been turning for a while now. Do you think we're supposed to turn this much?" So... that was fun. We also only had one flight attendant on the flight, which was funny because he was referred to by name instead of as the flight crew.

    Due to weather conditions in Chicago, there were a whole bunch of grounded planes in Detroit and we couldn't get a gate. So we walked down the steps of our dinky little plane and up some back emergency exit stairs into the airport. Got to baggage claim, and was collected by Loved Ones Bearing Bubble Tea. Yay. Bubble tea and no more internship!

    Isidore reconnected easily to the family Internet connection, dinner was had, Robin visited, some souvenir-presents were unpacked and given and Sarah slept. The end.

    * Except apparently it was bloody likely, because I paid it and drank it.

    srah | 10:16 PM | TrackBack
    Tags: americans, france, paris, the abbey, travel

    August 24, 2004

    Adieu Little America

    Ding dong, the internship's dead! Jez and I left P-------- this morning. The darling limey dragged my awful, bulging overpacked rolling suitcase all over Paris to my hotel, then we went for a lunchtime blogmeet with Stuart.

    Jezzles and I passed through the Cimitière de Montparnasse and passered le bonjour à Serge Gainsbourg then had to hurry back to the Métro so that Jez could get to the airport in time for his flight. I went and blubbered a little, then had to wipe up my sniffles and wander around Paris by myself for the afternoon.

    That's mostly all I did this afternoon: wander. I wandered through St-Germain des Prés, past the Louvre, all around La Samaritaine, down to the Ile de la Cité, past Notre-Dame, and ventured a little into the Latin Quarter. My feet are very tired and I'm not looking forward to wandering around airports for hours tomorrow!

    srah | 3:55 PM | TrackBack
    Tags: paris, the abbey, travel

    August 23, 2004

    'Hot teens in your neighborhood now!'

    This has been making me giggle when I should be working and packing. For shame! For shame!

    srah | 12:32 PM | TrackBack
    Tags: discovered

    Unconscious Mutterings

    Last one from France! Hurrah!

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    Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

    August 19, 2004

    Ode to a smaller slug than the one I squashed

    Dear Huge Slug On The Bathroom Floor,
    How did you get there? Are there more?

    Why aren't you moving? Are you dead?
    Or asleep or have been a-salt-ed?

    Dear Huge Slug On The Bathroom Floor,
    I'm glad it's not my bathroom; I'll just close the door.

    srah | 10:28 AM | TrackBack
    Tags: poetry, the abbey

    August 17, 2004

    Mijn weekend in Engeland

    Note: Okie dokie, I've loads of things to do before I leave, but posts are building up behind this one and you all must be sure by now that Jez has killed me. Rubbish, that. I am, of course, a small American girl, as you can tell when you hear me say, "Surrrrre, li'l laaady" like a proper American would.

    Spent a lovely weekend in England - which I shall perhaps not describe in detail due to time constraints and the fact that I need to actually get some stuff done before I leave here - and was spoilt rotten by my host.

    I flew Ryanair from the Tours airport to London Stansted. I think the airport at Tours may be the tiniest little baby airport I've ever been in. It doesn't even have a place to buy magazines - just a few vending machines and a small café, all of which are in the one-roomed waiting area. I quite enjoyed the menu at the café, which translated assiette de crudités et charcuterie as "plate of crudenesses and pork-butcheries." Yum!

    The flight was uneventful, I was picked up and hugged and taken to Yorkshire, I saw sheep and bunnies and Harry Potter castles and other castles and holy islands and pubs and many other løveli things and had delicious meals prepared for me and watched delicious programs on the telly and spoke in a Dutch accent for days at a time.

    Thank ye kindly, hostly one, for inviting me and not murdering me with an axe.

    srah | 2:28 PM | Comments (6) | TrackBack

    My weekend, in the style of Jez, age 7

    I went to England and I took a plane their and it was very nice and then I went to North Yorkshire and I saw sheep and bunnies too but not any ducks and I ate dinner as well and I watched videos too and I went to Tesco's as well and it was different from home because things were called different things like potato chips were called crisps but I didn't get them confused because I knew and we went to some castles that where there as well.

    (I have a bit of work to do and will do another report of my weekend in a -slightly- more mature writing style later.)

    srah | 5:20 AM | TrackBack
    Tags: travel

    August 16, 2004

    'Ici tout est... doux... et lisse...'

    In case you were curious, Attaque des Clones is just as rotten as Attack of the Clones. Anakin Skywalker is just as awful and creepy (perhaps moreso, speaking French whilst leering), Jar Jar Binks was just as annoying, and I still hate hate hate George Lucas.

    On the other hand, I did learn how to say "bounty hunter" in French: un chasseur de prime. And seriously, when you are learning valuable vocabulary like that, who cares if the movie sucks?

    I do. That's who.

    srah | 7:34 PM | TrackBack
    Tags: french, star wars, star wars: attack of the clones

    Bob Truth-teller?

    Here's a story that was not really a story, so it didn't make it into the Obfuscation grab-bag:

    I actually have two sisters that I don't ever blog about. I don't even talk about Olivia and Fikini much in real life. This is partially based on the fact that they're away at boarding school and partially based on the fact that my family made them up years ago.

    srah | 3:28 PM | TrackBack
    Tags: srahfam

    Unconscious Mutterings

    On Sundays, or sometimes on Mondays, I get an email that tells me to do this, and so I do it. It's a good thing I don't get many emails telling me to KILL KILL KILL!

    srah | 1:19 PM | Comments (1) | TrackBack
    Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

    Obfuscation the Second: Prepare to be de-obfuscated, suckah!

    Guess that wasn't very hard. The lie was...

    srah | 5:00 AM | TrackBack
    Tags: memes

    August 13, 2004

    Obfuscation the Second: Prepare to be obfuscated, suckah!

    Alright, here they are! Two are true, one is false. Leave your guesses as to which is which in the blahblahs, if you please. In honor of the nearing end of my internship, all three take place in FRAAAHHHHNCE. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find anyone to run them past in advance, so who knows - it could be very easy!

    (The directions are here if you want to play along in your own blog, or you can guess on other people's stories.)

    srah | 5:00 AM | TrackBack
    Tags: memes

    August 12, 2004

    Faites la queue, s'il vous plait...

    Jez picked me up at London Stansted airport today and drove me all the way up to his home in North Yorkshire. It wasn't terribly scenic, as we were on the main north-south motorway, so mostly we saw cars and signs. Signs, however, can be considered scenic...

    We passed a lot of signs suggesting that there could be traffic-backups ahead.

    POSSIBLE QUEUES AHEAD, read the signs.

    Ahem. We are a mature human being. We will not think of our blog. We will not giggle and titter.

    POSSIBLE QUEUES AHEAD, repeated the signs.

    Ahem. Renewed attempts to be mature and culturally sensitive to other ways of expressing common ideas and not giggle.


    Hee hee hee, I thought, but did not laugh out loud. And we drove on.


    Shut up! Are they doing this on purpose?


    Thanks, G.F. This word is ruined for me for all time. Right. I'm blogging this.

    srah | 3:54 PM | TrackBack
    Tags: language

    'Wipe the slime from off your sleeve...'

    When I walked over to the B&B last night (I've been staying on Caroline's couch for a while) it was 1am and pitch black out. In the dark, I stepped on a slug I hadn't seen, which promptly exploded, spraying slug juices all over me.

    I thought I would share with you so you could be as horrified as I was.

    And for your information, the slug was about this wide:

    |                             |*

    * Note: slug size may vary, depending on browser and screen resolution. But it was freaking huge.

    srah | 3:39 PM | TrackBack
    Tags: the abbey

    Off to England

    Passport? Check. Myself? Check. Right. Guess that's all I need. I'm off now to Montrichard to St Pierre des Corps to Tours to London to North Yorkshire.

    I'll have a lovely time visiting Jez and JOE and being spoilt rotten with the Super Secret Surprises that Jezzles has planned.

    And perhaps someday, if you're very very lucky, I'll come back. That is if Jez doesn't murder me with an axe, as online friends are wont to do when you meet up with them in person. If you don't hear from me next week, that's because Jez murdered me with an axe. If you do hear from me next week, that's because Jez demanded my username and password at axe-point then murdered me with an axe and is pretending to be me.


    srah | 8:35 AM | TrackBack
    Tags: travel

    August 11, 2004

    Postly jumble!

    Greg is sick and demands a post. As I live in awe of his blogging power, I am only too pleased to oblige, except that I don't have anything particularly post-worthy to say. So here are some bits and pieces that aren't long or interesting enough for their own posts, but may add up to something that will please an elderly invalid.

    • Went grocery shopping last night with Caroline and Jessica so that we could buy supplies for making dinner together. Got home. Went out to dinner with Caroline and Jessica.
    • It's exactly two weeks until I go back home. Two weeks is a terribly long time, but a terribly short time when I think of all of the things I haven't yet finished here.
    • I probably oughter have come up with my stories for Obfuscation: The Blog Game already. I, erm, haven't.
    • Um... dinner tonight will be centered around the theme of Things That Will Go Bad If I Don't Eat Them Today.
    • For some reason, my day has been full of fascinating Bush-related links:

    A bit more blogging to come tomorrow and probably loads more after the weekend!

    srah | 11:48 AM | Comments (4) | TrackBack


    What's new with you?

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    August 10, 2004


    Right. I don't really have anything to say, but it's in my head.

    srah | 10:51 AM | TrackBack
    Tags: quote

    August 9, 2004


    I dreamt that my family bought a used car sight-unseen from some guys at the mall, then went to the movie theatre and bought tickets to some movie because you got a coupon for free cigarettes with every ticket. We didn't want to go to the movie - we just wanted some free smokes. We bought the tickets from Slater from Saved By The Bell, then walked out the exit to the parking lot to look for our new car. It was this pimped-out futuristic car with domes over the seats - sort of like the 1960s Batmobile, except painted red. I was convinced that there was cocaine hidden under the floorboards and that we were being set up, but I woke up before I could find out.

    srah | 9:09 AM | TrackBack
    Tags: dream

    Unconscious Mutterings

    Some kinda weird Star Wars kick all up in this joint today. Free associations, coming your way anon. Pea gave me words, I thunk things up.

    Peace out.

    srah | 5:34 AM | Comments (4) | TrackBack
    Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

    August 5, 2004

    Girl talk

    After requesting I requested that Colin Firth be invited along on our English Holiday, Jez says,

    "I don't know why women like him so much, anyway."

    Have at it, ladies. What is it that we like about him?

    srah | 4:34 AM | TrackBack
    Tags: boys

    August 4, 2004

    'Oh yeah? Well your BUTT IS BIG!'

    Is it a full moon? Is that why everyone at this abbey is insane?

    I was eating dinner tonight around the corner from our kitchen when I heard someone walk into the kitchen and open the freezer door. I got up to see if it was Chris (who is now the only one who shares it with me - sniff sniff) and it wasn't.

    "Excuse me," I said to the man in our kitchen, "Um, this is the staff kitchen. It's for staff only."

    "I knowwwwwww," he replied petulantly, in the tone of voice used by sullen teenagers, although he had to be at least thirty.

    I was a little taken aback by his response. "Um... so, it's for staff only and--"

    "I was just loookiiing," he continued in the same tone. "It's not illegal to look, is it?"

    Well, no it isn't. It is strange, however, that you would want to look in the staff freezer, knowing that it's the staff freezer. When I arrive in a new place, my first thought is not usually to determine exactly what the staff eats.

    "Um... well, it's just that we've had problems with people eating stuff from our refrigerator."

    "Well I wasn't eating anything. I was just looking," he replied defensively. A little too defensively, if you ask me. "Besides," he continued, "I've had problems with people making noise until 2 am."

    I just stared at him. What did that have to do with anything? Why was that my problem? Unfortunately, my confusion allowed him to make his escape, which was probably what he wanted in the first place. It's so frustrating that I keep coming up with good comebacks now, when it's too late.

    Is it Be Irrational With Sarah Day today or something? Is there something written on my forehead?

    I'm sleeping over at the main interns' residence tonight because I can't stand to spend the night in the same building as these people!

    srah | 3:08 PM | Comments (5) | TrackBack
    Tags: the abbey

    Testing... testing...

    This posting is a community experiment started by Minding the Planet to see how a meme represented by a blog posting spreads across blogspace, physical space and time. It will help to show how ideas travel across blogs in space and time and how blogs are connected. It may also help to show which blogs are most influential in the propagation of memes. The original posting for this experiment is located at: Minding the Planet; results and commentary will appear there in the future.

    Please join the test by adding your blog (see instructions, below) and inviting your friends to participate — the more the better. The data from this test will be public and open; others may use it to visualize and study the connectedness of blogspace and the propagation of memes across blogs.

    srah | 8:00 AM | TrackBack
    Tags: memes

    Trading in a fiddle for a harp... for a bathroom

    I will never again claim to have Internet access or a bathroom, because something fucking always goes wrong.

    The latest session of musicians to move in includes two harpists, and one of them is using the bedroom connected to my bathroom as a practice room. It was kind of nice, because I always ended up showering to harp music. It's certainly better than lunching to scratchy violins.

    Last night, I was in the bathroom when Caroline came to collect the last of her stuff and then I went upstairs, forgetting that she didn't have a key anymore to lock it when she was done.

    This morning, I was accosted by one of the directors of the group, who demanded that I turn my key into the office because someone had come in in the middle of the night and "touched" the harp. I don't know what that means. Is it covered in fingerprints? Or am I going to have to pay for some kind of damages done to the harp? Why a harp, of all things, the most expensive of all musical instruments?

    I have no bathroom again (at least until the 16th), but this time, there's no one to blame but myself (well, and the fucking harp-touchers, but we'll never know who they are and it was my responsibility to lock the door anyway). I might move in with the other interns or sleep on Caroline's couch or just trek somewhere else for showers or something... I don't know what I'm going to do, because I've just been crying for about an hour now and haven't been capable of rational thought yet.

    srah | 4:48 AM | TrackBack
    Tags: the abbey

    August 3, 2004

    My life, in cartoon form

    Suspiciously enough, the gang at the Mallville Public Library had Internet problems at the same time we did. I suspect the cartoonist has been lurking around and picking up actual quotes from our computer lab.

    Unshelved - 29 July 2004 - Unshelved - 29 July, 2004

    srah | 4:42 PM | Comments (3) | TrackBack
    Tags: discovered

    This is why people hate me

    (last night, in the kitchen)
    me: You know, if this quiche were really old, you could call it Quiche Richards.

    It was funny because no one groaned, no one told me to shut up... they just stared at me and quickly began trying to forget it. Either that or they didn't get it. :(

    srah | 5:46 AM | Comments (9) | TrackBack

    August 2, 2004

    The latest



    Internet's back, by the way.

    srah | 6:45 PM | TrackBack
    Tags: the abbey

    Obfuscation 2: Electric Boogaloo

    It's Obfuscation Time again! Prepared to be fooled, and hopefully more successfully than last year!

    The Game:
    On Friday, August 13 you’ll post 3 stories.

  • Two false and one true or
  • Two true and one false

    Readers have to pick the false story(ies), leaving their guess in the comments. (Make sure you let them know which version of the game you’re playing.)

    On Monday, Ausgut 16 you’ll post the correct response.

    The stories can be as crazy as you want them to be. But you want to make them all believable enough that the reader has to give the game a little thought.
  • Here are my posts from last year's game: stories and solutions. I'll be in England the weekend of this year's game, but perhaps my host will be kind enough to let me publish my questions from his computer if I prepare them in advance.

    *bats eyelashes*

    srah | 5:50 PM | TrackBack
    Tags: memes

    Unconscious Mutterings

    "How much would you be willing to pay for associations, Colin?"
    "Well, I'd be willing to pay upwards of one dollar, Ryan!"
    "Well, how about downwards?"
    "I don't know..."
    "Because these associations are FREE, yes FREE!"
    "Free? You must be CRAZY!"
    "... Who told you that?"

    srah | 5:34 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBack
    Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

    Fermentation and Fumier*

    It has been very hot here for the past few days. Very hot indeed.

    We are surrounded by farm country. Very surrounded indeed.

    Somehow the heat has mixed with the location in such a way that the smell of manure is constantly wafting around. It is on the breeze, but it is also in the air when the air is still. It is constantly with us, and there is no escape.

    It's not that bad. I mean, it smells like manure, but you kind of get used to it, much as I imagine farm folk do.

    However, on a trip to Montrichard today, the smell was something like:


    * The least popular of Jane Austen's novels...

    srah | 5:27 PM | TrackBack
    Tags: the abbey, weather

    Just another maniacally boring Monday

    Right. Monday morning. Um...

    I'm quickly running out of work to do, seeing as there's no Internet. I have my timesheet and action plan all ready to send to the Detroit office... but there's no Internet. And I can't fax it because I can't print it because my computer's still not on the abbey network, though Chris says he'll try to surf some support forums to try to figure it out. But he can't do that until there's Internet. Poor Isidore is quite isolated and all information in him has to remain in him until he can get online.

    Maybe I should, like, do laundry or something. Or call France Telecom and bother them some more.

    srah | 6:04 AM | TrackBack
    Tags: the abbey

    August 1, 2004

    Tuck me into bed or lose me forever?

    Well, might as well tell you what I did with my weekend. It's the first time in at least a month that I've spent the weekend in P-------- and it was actually a nice change. None of the stress of making trains and all, and a few nice mornings to sleep through.

    On Friday Becky, Melissa, Johan and I went to Blois. Becky got her hair colored and spent the rest of the day looking down at her hair and freaking out because she was a brunette for the first time in something like 8 years. The rest of us did a little shopping and went to the hypermarché outside of town. I'd never been, so there was plenty to see. I really enjoy hanging around in supermarkets. It's probably weird, but when my friends and I were growing up, some kids would loiter and linger around the mall for no reason - we've always had more of a tendency to hang out at Meijer.

    Friday night, there was a big do because several of the summer interns left over the course of the weekend. We went to the local bar/café Le Commerce for hours, but at 2am we had to go home because the bar was closed and we were too loud in the streets. Some people continued the party at the abbey, but five of us went to the local(ish) disco Le Caveau, which is apparently the disco of choice of the abbey. As is usually the case with me, it's taken me two months to get to the disco, it took a while to get me out on the floor, but once I was out there, I danced non-stop until the place closed. I danced with Becky's friend Arnaud's friend Arnaud (Arnaud #2) for most of the evening, which was much more pleasant than being talked at by him, as had been the case at Le Commerce.

    We got home between 5:30 and 6 and I went to bed... then had to get up at 10:30 to help serve lunch to the visiting groups. I was remarkably lively, but after it was over (3pm) I went back to the room and collapsed on the bed for a nap. Becky walked in about five minutes later and declared that we were going for a walk and that I could nap after she was gone.

    So, because we are stupid, we walked from P-------- to Montrichard via Bourré. It's probably only about 7km, but it was also in the middle of the afternoon sun on one of the hottest days we've had yet. I was disgustingly sweaty and completely red when Thierry came to pick us up and take us to his winery for a dégustation. We went on a tour of the vineyard and he showed us the baby vines and the ones that will be ripe just after I leave in August. :( Then he took us back to the winery to show us the Australian-style equipment he uses to press, store and ferment the juice, and to taste the wine. I had three glasses on an empty (and probably dehydrated) stomach and coupled with my exhaustion, was pretty silly afterwards.

    Thierry took us home and we showered and got ready for the barbecue that the Arnauds had invited us to, planning to stop there before going on to Le Caveau again. It turned out it was more of a beach party on the banks of the Cher river than a barbecue, and none of us were really dressed appropriately, so we only made a brief appearance (although I did get two marshmallows).

    We moved on to Le Caveau, where almost everyone from the abbey was hanging around and dancing. I didn't have my roommates there and I felt out of place and exhausted, so I didn't dance all night and just sat and watched everyone else dance. It was kind of depressing, but whatever.

    Finally, Le Caveau closed and we all had to get home. I, by virtue of being exhausted rather than drunk, was selected as designated driver and took Kathy, Anca and Chad home with me. I don't think I've really done a lot of night driving, so it was interesting in the turny, windy dark, deserted streets.

    I slept until 1pm on Sunday, with a short break at 7:45am when the stupid musicians woke me up by tramping up and down stairs and yelling at each other. Sunday was lovely because I did absolutely nothing. I hung around the room all day, reading, playing The Sims and watching Top Gun for the first time.

    I know! I am almost 24 years old and I'd never seen Top Gun! Well... I wasn't missing much. When Tom Cruise tries to look like he's having severe emotional distress and he might cry, he just looks like he's going to throw up. It's sort of like someone wanted to make a movie about aerial combat and decided to throw a story and some dialogue in there at the last minute.

    I finally left the room in the evening to make dinner, then popped over to La Cure to steal some of their Internet for a few moments. Becky and I decided to have a Girls' Night In, so we painted our nails and watched Lost in Translation on Isidore until we decided we were exhausted and went to sleep.

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    'Have you gotten everything you wanted out of this internship?' 'Well, not herpes...'

    Soon I will be all alone. My roommate Caroline has moved into the B&B in the place of our supervisor, who's moved back to the States. Becky leaves Tuesday for a trip to Italy before flying back home. Soon I shall be all alone in the museum, far away from the other interns.

    'Sokay. I see enough of them anyway. Not sure who I'm going to socialize/grocery shop with now, though! Who shall I gossip and bitch about work with?

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