Hier était le dernier classe de Français. Nous avons bu vin rouge et vin rosé et mangé beaucoup de frommage et du paté. Tout le monde ont parlé de ses pays. Une femme a parlé de Venezuela, deux femmes ont parlé de les Etats-Unis, et Markus et moi avons parlé de Burkina Faso. Je suis contente parce que je n'aime pas la professeur. Elle aime ( Read more... )

I didn't think it was possible, but my current bunch of neighbors is even crazier than those nutty T-locs were. There's the Voyeur, who sits for hours outside his apartment, just staring. There are the Girls Gone Wild who appear to have the combined intelligence of their yowly little cat. There's Boomhauer, the handyman, who looks, sounds, and ( Read more... )

When walking into my parents' house this weekend, I had one of two choices. I could use the first floor door, passing a dead possum rotting on the ground, or I could take the stairs to the second floor door, providing a much nicer view of nature, but beware the huge pile of boxes covering the foyer floor at toe stubbing level. I chose Door #2 and ( Read more... )

I read constantly. I read the back of the box of whatever I'm cooking (I'm not much of a cook), I read magazines while I brush my teeth, and I even read in the shower, which is part of the reason why I'm such a pain to live with. The obsessive reading doesn't stop while I'm driving. I read every bumper sticker I can see, the road signs, and, of ( Read more... )

Last week, I downloaded a Widget that counts down the days before I leave for Burkina Faso (62). That was a mistake. Every other thought I have is about Burkina. I have a voice in my head that says "AFRICA" like the Audio Daily Double on Celebrity Jeopardy says "ASIA." Looking over the last few days' to do lists, over 75% of what I've done has ( Read more... )

There's a new construction worker in the lot next door. I know he's new because now, in addition to the usual hammering and sawing, I hear the dude randomly yelling, "Yi ha ha ha!" and other fun things while I'm trying to study. It goes without saying that this is very irritating. But yesterday I cracked up when at around noon, there was no ( Read more... )

I'm just a straitjacket away from being totally obsessed with the news. I'll have a shot of immigration, a dash of pre-Iraq War memo, and a twist of anti-feminism.

( No Republicans allowed. )

For "Opposites Attract," press 1. For "Achtung, Baby!," press 2. For "The Anatomy of Dysfunction," press 3 ( Read more... )

Yesterday I was doing my daily routine--sitting in traffic between a bunch of pickup trucks--and started thinking about how much I hate the new Texas license plates. The old ones were simple and to the point--just a small Texas outline in the middle of the plate. The shape of the state is unmistakable, especially compared to all those melty ( Read more... )

I've been trying out this new thing; I think it's called "the morning." Contrary to my prediction that waking up before 10 would be so shocking that I'd be unable to do anything but tremble in the corner with my knees under my chin, my experiment--with the help of one crazy persistent alarm clock--has shown that the first two hours of the day tend ( Read more... )