Sunday, September 04, 2005

Le Weekend



Monday watched in amazment as I actually got out of bed. By 11:59 PM, Tuesday was so impressed by my still being alive that it gave up and turned into Wednesday. Wednesday saw a miraculously speedy 9:40 mile; Thursday hosted another amazing jogging performance. Friday, despite the ensuing three-day weekend, was overall a gloomy, distracted, and lonely day. Enriched Patterns was characteristically dumb; I could have taught my chem class better myself; I'd seen the movie shown in history before; I did probably not too well on a real algebra test, and learned I'd gotten a 59% on the homework quiz. (If not for one 2x=20 that should have been a 2x=40, I'd've had a B+.)

Friday, really, peaked around 9 AM, in my second-hour French class. After doing a most lovingly easy quiz, I got a chance to talk to the sulky, minorly cute punk sort. He entered the class a day late; I think he's a sophmore. He'd be more striking if he dropped the shrunken jean jacket with the Ramones pin-on label, but nevertheless I will take what I can see. Ventredi, he apparently couldn't decide to strike up une dialogue with me or the bleached-blonde guy standing beside me.

After an uncomfortably drawn-out session of wondering if I should make presumptions and turn towards him or whether he was going to turn to me, he finally did: "Ehh... uh... I... je... I have no idea what to... Est'ce que tu... eh, veux... parler avec moi?"

"Je veux bien" escaping me, I said, "Ah... bien sûr!" His shirt was gray, featuring the Beatles. Maybe he's more classic and fun than I would have thought. "J'aime ta chemise." And dialogue time was up, and Friday went on being awful.

But today - yesterday now, really - has been swell. I slept until noon, then ate cereal and barbecue chips while reading the Wall Street Journal. An hours-long shopping trip with my father proved to be much more enjoyable than it would have been with my mother. Shopping for clothes, he stands and holds the jeans I've picked out while I try on more. At Target, he leaves me by the cosmetics and looks at garden hoses.

We did have to buy beef jerkey and a hammer handle at Menards inbetween, but I was spared anyone laughing about my choice of garments until my mother caught me after dinner:

6 Comments:

Anonymous Sophie said...

Dude, that's you in the pictures? That's so messed up! Did you get plastic surgery or something?

Stop writing blog entries featuring other languages. It's frighteningly reminiscent of "The Ex-Guy."

September 04, 2005 9:18 AM  
Blogger Anna said...

I don't think that's a very fair reminiscence! The Ex-Guy uses Internet-translator French to pretend to be classy - I use it because it's a post about French class!

September 04, 2005 3:19 PM  
Blogger ~0wn3d said...

AHHHH

Never. Ever. Show that picture again. It needs major photoshopping.

September 06, 2005 3:41 PM  
Blogger xingjing said...

where is your NOSE...

and i agree. lol. i'm scared. so this is what happened to your site after i stopped commenting.

September 06, 2005 7:58 PM  
Blogger xingjing said...

oh, and i'm engaged. to BYJ!!!!

September 06, 2005 7:59 PM  
Anonymous Gina said...

haha SWEET pictures!!!!! i luv luv luv them. espeiclaly the beatles one. you should come to school w/ that, no joke, yummy. lol im retarded. i'll go study off ur thing in like 2 minutes, okay well when my mum comes home and makes me get off the computer lol. anyayyyyyyyyyy yayy cute french boy! you pointed him out today but i didnt actually see him. i'll look for him tomorrow
<333,gina xoxo

September 07, 2005 4:40 PM  

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