Typical monday today. Had to act out the part of a grasshopper in a french skit (I'm a pretty terrible grasshopper... One of my truly saddening faults) and watched french films without sous-titres... Impossible, I tell you. It was pretty funny when we had the descriptions for blind people "she is in a taxi, now she answers her phone." (and so forth, but in french and annoying). And no subtitles.
I also had a test on the passé today, which I think I did alright. My drawings will probably get me extra points. There was a crocodile, a skeleton, a bird and an upside down monster with the words "Il faut pas tomber." It means "One mustn't fall." Tis funnier in French.
Other exciting things... Hmmmm. My friends went to the beach yesterday, and saw a sign that said Fete de Scrabble! "Le plus excitant Scrabble vous jouerez jamais dans votre vie!"
In other words, a scrabble party with the most exciting scrabble you'll ever play in your life.
It's great to be alive in a world with parties like those. Don't go too crazy! It's apparently good for ages 9-99. Sucks to be 100... or 8. But when I was 8, I hated reading. They could barely get me to read books like "Bob's Ball." But then I matured to Where the Wild Things Are and everything Edward Gorey, and then when I was 11, I took on Gone With The Wind. Did I understand most of it? Well the bits about Confederate soldiers and Scarlett's business transactions yes. But the sexytime/endless pining?
Yeah the re-read was a bit of a shock.
And for those of you with 8 year olds who hate reading, maybe they'll get addicted like me. Just make them wait till they have had sex ed to let them read Gone With The Wind. Civil War era novels are not the best way to learn such things.
Some Dictionnaire Terms for You! (If you want to keep up with all the terms, I'll be starting a little side bar column thing with all my favorite terms. check it)
Argotique- from "L'argot" which is slang. So it means slangy.
Le sosie- le doppelganger. My german friend took the mickey out of me and my amurican accent. Doppelganger sounds way better in German, but I'm still gonna throw my twangy pronunciation out there.
Die katzo!- Go dickhead! (this is Italian).
Suka- Salope (this is russian). Salope is something you can look up on your own time. I promised my mom this would be a PG-13 blog...
Caf-Cons- Cafe Concerts.
Faire La Manche- Beg for money
Fun Fact Of The Day:
Japanese say "Brado Pitto."
Showing posts with label Cheap Thrills. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cheap Thrills. Show all posts
Monday, September 26, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
In A French Way
This morning I was woken by a herd of french gentlemen who thumped into the house for a bachelor party. They were rather surprised by the sight of a sleepy blonde Americaine but luckily my look of utter exhaustion saved me from having to do more than yawn, nod and say "please fetch me toast."
This morning was marked by shopping at eurodif and poking around Zara and Pimke. Bought a snazzy new pair of shoes and socks. I've been living on five pairs of socks, which has been difficult. But I survive. It's a been a new skill, learning how to make so few socks work with so many pairs of boots. (Look at that bizarre blonde girl, she wears boots in the summer. She must have very weird feet.)
I digress.
Went out for drinks (just OJ mom...) with three new friends at the jazz fest in Nantes. Jazz is not quite how I like to kick it but lemme say, this stuff they jive to here is pretty snancy.
One of these friends also happened to be Jeremy Clarkson's babysitter (Mind blown). I ate a "sausage sandwich" american style... A hot dog with french fries on it. Hot dogs are so classy when you eat them with a baguette bun.
There are these random dudes who are these robotic mimes and beep and move around when you give them money. This led my Canadian friend to say that "The mutes are everywhere!"
Mimes honey, Mimes.
Nantes was the birthplace of Jules Verne, the famous writer of science fiction. Nantes wastes no room in making as many Verne-related jokes as possible. Saw a boat called "Finding Captain Nemo" and the University network is called the Nantilus. It cracks me up. But then again I'm a nerd.
Other notable sightings were a man with shoes like a praying mantis... The only way I can think of describing them. Fav of the evening was a couple standing in line at a mussel (moules) stand. Only the old guy was dressed as an old woman, and the old woman as an old man.
(Friend points at something and laughs)
Me: What are you laughing at?
Friend: There's an old man dressed as a woman and a woman dressed as a old man over there.
Me: In a transexual sort of way?
Friend: No, in a French way.
Maybe that's what happens to couples in France of a certain age. Cheap thrills.
This morning was marked by shopping at eurodif and poking around Zara and Pimke. Bought a snazzy new pair of shoes and socks. I've been living on five pairs of socks, which has been difficult. But I survive. It's a been a new skill, learning how to make so few socks work with so many pairs of boots. (Look at that bizarre blonde girl, she wears boots in the summer. She must have very weird feet.)
I digress.
Went out for drinks (just OJ mom...) with three new friends at the jazz fest in Nantes. Jazz is not quite how I like to kick it but lemme say, this stuff they jive to here is pretty snancy.
One of these friends also happened to be Jeremy Clarkson's babysitter (Mind blown). I ate a "sausage sandwich" american style... A hot dog with french fries on it. Hot dogs are so classy when you eat them with a baguette bun.
There are these random dudes who are these robotic mimes and beep and move around when you give them money. This led my Canadian friend to say that "The mutes are everywhere!"
Mimes honey, Mimes.
Nantes was the birthplace of Jules Verne, the famous writer of science fiction. Nantes wastes no room in making as many Verne-related jokes as possible. Saw a boat called "Finding Captain Nemo" and the University network is called the Nantilus. It cracks me up. But then again I'm a nerd.
Other notable sightings were a man with shoes like a praying mantis... The only way I can think of describing them. Fav of the evening was a couple standing in line at a mussel (moules) stand. Only the old guy was dressed as an old woman, and the old woman as an old man.
(Friend points at something and laughs)
Me: What are you laughing at?
Friend: There's an old man dressed as a woman and a woman dressed as a old man over there.
Me: In a transexual sort of way?
Friend: No, in a French way.
Maybe that's what happens to couples in France of a certain age. Cheap thrills.
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