les rêveries merveilleuses de la pomme

fortune cookie lessons

And so begins a new chapter of what is my life. Chinese.

I know that its basically expected of me to know this sort of thing, I know. Hey, besides, I'm part Asian or something anyway...or was it Portugese...I don't know.

So, my employer speaks very little English. And by very little I mean we have to use sign language as a means of communication. And he speaks the most English out of all the employees. This can be quite daunting. So, little by little I'm learning Chinese. I would love to speak it fluently. It sounds amazing when I hear them speaking it. I love to listen in on the kitchen when they're all cooking and chattering. Brilliant.

I think it would be funny if I just randomly joined in saying... 你好， 你好吗? Or it would just be very ackward.

So far in chinese I can say 'check/bill'  票据 (zhan-dhang?)

and 'telephone' 电话  (dian-qiaun-something?)

and 'grape' 葡萄 (pu-tao)

and 'hello' 你好 (hao)

Chinese is hard. And for some reason, I have to overwhelming urge to speak French instead.

为什么汉语必须是那么非常坚硬的？    parce que j'aime parler français tellement !!!

Maybe I will stick to sign language.

this is the end.

Well, this is the last morning University post I will have until next year. Today is the last day of the semester, can you believe it? I managed to screw over four classes. I'm sure my grades are quite terrible. But then again, I've got next semester right? Anyway, I'm going to miss my early morning rants in this place. I'll have to find somewhere better to do t hem.

I just noticed something. In the library, the computers have those large, flat screens, so you basically can see what everyone else is doing from whatever angle you sit at. I see that everyone, and I mean everyone is on Myspace. That is about fifteen people...all on Myspace. Nobody is doing homework, or anything creative mind you. Their all commenting on pictures of very drunk looking people. I have no comment for any of this. I think they spend hours doing this. Now, granted, I myself am a bit of a Myspace whore...there is one lurking inside all of us. But I don't spend up to three hours commenting on pictures. Thats just insanity. Although, maybe I'm the insane one seeing as how I'm blogging about everyone's Myspace addiction. I have a blogging addiction. Yep. Have we all diagnosed ourselves now?

I just had a surge of overwhelming exhaustion. Wow. I might have to make a blogging pit stop and grab some coffee! It wouldn't suprise me if I fell asleep on the keyboard. So, checked my schedules yesterday. I believe, for a fact that I will be working fourteen days straight, well, unless we count getting Christmas off. Did I get Hannakuh off, no sir. I guess they just suspect that everyone celebrates the exact same holidays here or something. Do they not know that I'm not a Christian? I am not a celebrator of Christmas.

I'm highly amused by the flirting mannerisms of the chavs. Its laugh worthy. Those girls can really put out pre-orgasmic pouts. They laugh and slap each other like seals. Its grotesque...and somehow I can't stop watching, like an infomercial. Okay, I have to pull myself away.

I'm considering taking full liberty of the sofas in here. I'm definitely ready to go to sleep.

I got two letters in the mail yesterday. You know what, I love the postal service. But its hard to find anyone who writes letters anymore, with Myspace taking over the world...people arent that excited about taking the time to put a stamp on an envelope. Anyway, I recieved a letter from Hadley, MA and one from Kirohvohrad, Ukraine. Caitlin, a person I used to know, who's been quite busy at Holyoke College, wrote me a really short note, but it was really nice to hear from someone that I used to talk to. And finally I got word back from Tanya! I'm so happy for her, she made it into the University of Kirovohrad. Although, I'm not so sure about how she's living or really anything of that matter, I think she has to live in some kind of hostel. I am already working on sending her my annual American care package. She sent me a gorgeous Ukranian Christmas card, and an exceedingly long letter about her adventures in the cosmopolitan Ukraine. Lucky girl.

So, I was reading an msn.com headline. Almost better than tabloids. It states that 9 out of 10 Americans will have premarital sex. Duh. Didn't we know that already. Its a new age. Get used to it. Not all of us are devoutly religious.

And now, I bring closure to the last post of the semester. Happy holidays everyone.

10:37 AM coffee addiction

This morning, while it was still quite dark outside, my boss calls me. Seven in the morning. I had spent the entire night up doing finals and was supposed to get up around 8:30 to go to class so that I would get at least a couple hours of much needed REM cycles. No. The whore calls me at seven in the morning, waking me up to tell me to get to work in an hour because someone decided that they didn't want to come in today. Um, I have classes and another job. I'm not scheduled to work until 1pm today. When I don't get enough sleep, I get into a state much like a hangover, and its the most dreadful thing.  Waking me up like that is a death sentence for me. I'm so dreadfully sick right now. Not to mention tired. I was grumbling on the phone, "I've got bloody classes in and hour and a half and I have another job, don't you people have better things to do than to wake me up?" And then, I hung up the phone. I'm royally pissed off. Mostly because I've been awake since seven...on an hour of sleep.

Seriously. I need to give up the hate blogging.

So, still no word from ANYONE. I know people have things to do in their life...but you can't promise to get in contact with me, and then drop it altogther. I don't see anyone anymore except for le David (not that seeing him is a bad thing ; ) but, honestly, I'd like to have some sort of social life. I took up another job just because I have nothing to do in my free time...I need friends. Seriously. I do. Because honestly...I really don't have ANY.

I'll say it again. I'm one sad person.

I'm at the uni again. Some girl brought in her baby with her. It keeps staring at me, and she's the most gorgeous little thing I've ever seen. Anyway...

Today I had to wear my silk Burberry scarf. Count Dracula is at it again.  : 0 People keep looking at me funny for wearing this scarf. Its the one Tanya sent me from Ukraine. Son muy guapo. Some people just don't appreciate European fashion...or bite marks.

my take on the sexiest men since ever.

d...in no particular order.

1) David Gahan

2) Jim Morrison

3) Joe Strummer

3) Lou Pucci

4) Bud Cort

5) Gary Numan

6) Jack Kerouac

7) Morrissey

8) Adam Ant

9) Marilyn Manson

10) Che Guevara

11) Jarvis Cocker

12) Topper Headon

13) Paul McCartney

15) Sufjan Stevens

16) Zach Braff

17) Jon Heder

18) Crispin Glover

19) Marc Almond

20) Nick Drake

21) Cilian Murphy. (he really deserves to be number one)

22) Mathieu Kassovitz

le vegemite?

Why oh why must you be so hard to find in Montana???

On a lighter note. I have the day off tommorow. Le David and I are going to watch the delightful French film, Amelie.

Which brings me to my next topic. I watched those DVD's I rented, (at two in the morning mind you.)

I was suprised that I liked either of them, seeing as I rarely watch popular culture films. But, the Devil Wears Prada, despite the wishy washy cliche plot, had some artistic filmography. I liked. I'm tempted to watch again.

Also, I watched Scoop, with Woody Allen and Scarlett Johansen. What a twisted weird movie. I really really loved it though. Scarlett Johansen makes me laugh. But, I almost wanted to strangle the television after two hours of Woody Allen stuttering. I'm patient. But not that patient. Spit it out damnit!!!!!!! Still a very hilarious movie...might watch that one again as well. I'm going to add a few lines from the movie.

Joe Strombel: This'll be the biggest story to hit London since Jack the Ripper.
Sondra Pransky: Jack the Ripper. Is that capitalized?

Sondra Pransky: Oh, you always see the glass half empty.
Sid Waterman: No, I always see the glass half full. Of poison!

Sid Waterman: I was born of the Hebrew persuasion, but I converted to narcissism.

Sondra Pransky: I'm a would-be investigative reporter who has fallen in love with the object of her investigation.

Yeah, I'm done blogging for the night. Going to talk to Jeffrey. Bonne nuit.

planty

I am a master of the menial working class. I think I may just collapse on the sofa and call it a night. Sleep is what I crave. Sleep...and cute little potted plants that seem to accumulate in my house. Yes, there is a new addition to the potted plant family. I could'nt help it. When I see little potted plants at the supermarket, I get that same feeling little kids do when they pass the kittens in the pet shops. "Aww, how cute, can I keep him?". And, I do. Luckily, potted plants are relevently cheap and I got a gorgeous little foliage leafer for about $3. I'm a lunatic.

So, I dragged my new found friend home with me, its a miracle he survived the trip, he almost suffocated in a plastic bag that was meant to keep the snow off of him, and he probably sweated a lot in the car on the ride home because I turned the heater on to melting. But, little planty survived. The cashiers at the supermarket always laugh about my purchases because I seem to get the most eclectic variety of crap they sell there. (And yes, I hear much about it because I myself am a checker. Pity me.) The plant really topped it off. At least I have a plant.

So, I checked my work schedule tonight. I only get two days off. I want to go on a killing spree. The boss goes first. In reality I only may get one day off, or a half of a day off because I have to work my second job on Sunday, luckily only for maybe two hours (odd). This means I might get to spend quality time with some of my mates or possibly Le David. Yes, I have another job you guys. Not only do I slave away at the market, no, I also waitress at the China Garden. Wow, I am so lame, I think.

I need some me time. With my plant (name suggestions for planty?) I can't keep referencing him as Plant, or Planty. Its degrading.

Well, I'm going to go watch some movies (I rented a few on my way home tonight)

Going to go watch The Devil Wears Prada with the kitty by the fire. While it continues to snow like mad outside. I'll tell you all about it tommorow.

Bonne Nuit!

le tarot

today i drew my cards.

Apparently, all this stress, and foolishness is going to be over soon.

Which is basically right, seeing as this week is almost over and my semester ends in a week.

Oh, great news, I found a new band. [DARYL], weird name, but i think that I love the lead singer's voice, and their weird subliminal electro sub genre. LOVE. Must be an iTunes whore and download all of their albums. Yeah. Love.

Go listen to them:

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=2791934

j'taime non

Je dois rant en français. Il aide quand je suis dans un état ivre, et a pu probablement m'aider dans un état de colère.

Là où peux j'aller qui est tranquille ? ! Les besoins d'la pomme tranquilles pour se concentrer !

Est-ce que rien n'est sacré ?!

La Pomme j'taime non.

and for all those wondering, this is a prime example of what a Chav really is:

  laugh at them mercilessly.

le argh.

I am the ONLY person in the library...how creepy is that? I mean seriously. Where is everyone? But, for me this is EXCEPTIONAL news because I won't have to listen to any of the dreaded ringtones that I hate so terribly much. ..

...or maybe I was horribly wrong. Just when I thought I would have my asolute karmic peace, three of the ugliest, loudest, fascist female chavs decided to show up and disrupt my creativity. Whores.

Back to my point. I started Hannakuh/Christmas shopping yesterday. Le David and Beck have been accounted for...and I even snuck in a little online shoe shopping for myself. I got Chinese excercise shoes, this makes me a very happy French girl, furthering my obsession with Urban Outfitters. Its good to know I did some of my shopping before i absolutely run out of time. Five to seven business days have never felt so long!!!

My professor let classes out excitingly early today. That's why I'm here, trying to figure out what the angle is of an article I wrote about how pissed off I was after reading some forsaken literary crap. Honestly, I was just ranting and somehow it turned into an incredibly humourous article with no angle/point. I'm also trying to turn a 1,000 word article into a 2,0o0 article by some kind of biblical miracle.

Have you ever noticed that some people walk in the most comical fashion? This really tall guy walked through the library and he's violently shaking his head as if he's possesed by a demon and swinging his arms. Have we not profited from evolution? What is the point of swaggering, really? We aren't pirates. And when are people going to pull up their pants? If your trousers are affecting your mobility that you start to look like one of the elderly people on the mobility chair commercial, i think its time to invest in a belt. ..or toss out your Wranglers. gross.

Augh, since when are classes held in the computer labs? This is most disruptive. This is making me want to toss various articles at the very obnoxious people. But going back to my place is definitely not an option. I'm getting kind of sick of people hacking into my email account because they're nosy enough to check the page history, which I now religiously delete. I ask you this in lew of todays happenings of privacy violation and loud library patrons:

Is nothing sacred?

one hell of a night

So, in lew of tonights events...I officially want to SCREEEAM!!!

AAAAUUUUUUUUUGH!...

And I literally did that. When you call me (or vice versa) to make plans and then don't call me, and I have to call you only to find out that you had cancelled your plans, but just didn't mention that to me and I spent three hours waiting around only to find out that you were just 'too busy' ?!. I could have spent that three hours wisely catching up on some well needed sleep.

Okay. Now that I have that off my chest.

Le David and I spent the day together. I was supposed to spend the day with my mates. But, well they thought otherwise I guess. That's okay, I had a nice time with Le David. We got to catch up on some well-needed late afternoon napping until Kaitlin called me at almost nine o'clock to see why I never showed up at her concert and that she needed me right away. Right away so that we could get chocolate at the supermarket, and sit in park swings while it snowed down on us and we screamed and vented and then drove around until nothing mattered anymore and we both wanted to cry. Poor Kaitlin.

I'm planning on transferring universities and going to Missoula (which is where Kaitlin is going). I would love that. But my problem is...I need out of MONTANA all together. But I bet that I could stick it out maybe another year so I could be with Kait. I love that girl to death. She is one of my only mates in this god-forsaken ice-box. I call her up just to talk about trivial things, like boy problems, or french fries, or anything. She will be dragged when I make the pilgramage back to California for the 2007 Summer of Love. If anyone is going with me, its going to be Le David and Kait. Without either of them...its a sad world.

Well, I'm feeling a whole lot better. Do you want to know why? Because I'm going skiing eventually this winter. I have had the major skiing withdrawls like you wouldnt believe. I'm sure I could have wet dreams just from watching the ski channel or something. Maybe...just maybe I could make a pilgramage up to Whistler in Canada. I'd have to save up...and do the whole ski bum thing, drag along my two best mates, and ski like i've never fucking skiied in my life. (Wearing a helmet granted. We have to watch out for those hellish knuckle dragging snowboarders. I don't need anymore concussions where I get dragged to the ski patrol station in a sled with my head turning purple and spitting out blabber.)

Yes, well...now that I'm SCREWED. I should maybe, perhaps work on my assignments now that I have no viable distractions, except for this blog anyway.

Goodnight, or...goodmorning in another country somewhere. Bonne nuit.

Um, hello glorious ski heaven?