22 March 2004
Work was fun! Then again, I was only there for 2 hours. But everyone seems nice... and it'll be good cause there's only one other girl working there. No crazy girl drama bitchiness! Tomorrow I'm going back for 2.5 hours. I can't wait to actually do stuff and know what's going on.
Classes were classes. I was dead tired cause I didn't have any time to eat lunch. So I had to get some, be late for French, and sneak some into my mouth like a fugitive every so often. French was interesting; I got partnered with a guy that I haven't really talked to before and it turns out he's pretty nice, crazy, and accepting of my wacky ideas. We had to make up a story about a photograph of Cameron Diaz feeding a dog with Justin T. behind her, you see, and we each made mad-as-pants suggestions and ended up going with his: Cameron likes to eat dogs, fat dogs, so she was fattening the dog in the photograph. Justin, meanwhile, is a zombie and is preparing to suck Cameron's brains out. Hmm.. now that I read back on that, I realize how strange we must appear. But we thought it was hilarious at the time.
And before that, we had to write a conversation where each of us described our awful weekends. First, I started off telling about how I was too busy listening to my iPod to notice a car speeding towards me. Therefore, I was talking to him from the hospital. Then, he said his weekend was worse. I asked why. He replied, "Mes parents sont morts." Or, en Anglais, my parents are dead. That was my idea. Mee hee hee.
Anyway, had a pretty good day back all in all. Sun was shining, 'twas a bit breezy, and .. well, what more do you need?
Classes were classes. I was dead tired cause I didn't have any time to eat lunch. So I had to get some, be late for French, and sneak some into my mouth like a fugitive every so often. French was interesting; I got partnered with a guy that I haven't really talked to before and it turns out he's pretty nice, crazy, and accepting of my wacky ideas. We had to make up a story about a photograph of Cameron Diaz feeding a dog with Justin T. behind her, you see, and we each made mad-as-pants suggestions and ended up going with his: Cameron likes to eat dogs, fat dogs, so she was fattening the dog in the photograph. Justin, meanwhile, is a zombie and is preparing to suck Cameron's brains out. Hmm.. now that I read back on that, I realize how strange we must appear. But we thought it was hilarious at the time.
And before that, we had to write a conversation where each of us described our awful weekends. First, I started off telling about how I was too busy listening to my iPod to notice a car speeding towards me. Therefore, I was talking to him from the hospital. Then, he said his weekend was worse. I asked why. He replied, "Mes parents sont morts." Or, en Anglais, my parents are dead. That was my idea. Mee hee hee.
Anyway, had a pretty good day back all in all. Sun was shining, 'twas a bit breezy, and .. well, what more do you need?