Another Hour.. Another Day

Today and yesterday... pretty decent days.

Lets see.. Yesterday I had three classes in the morning, then lunch in the city with Cecile and one of her friends, then this class called TPE for two hours. I dont really care for the TPE teachers that much, but the class is basically shit, like when I was at the Center taking L2L with Syl, I mean...seriously. After that I would have played Futsal for two hours, but with my leg and all, I just stayed at school looking for others to hang with, but they were all off doing things like sports or this thing called ¨comidie musical¨. So, I snuck over to Anthony (snuck because I hardly understand him, and hes older, standing with all his old friends, kinda awkward, but in the end not, cause he happens to be only a grade older), and I thought for a second, and then quickly asked him in french what he was gonna do for the next two hours. He said shopping, and no one was going with him, so I tagged along. We chilled, bought good food, and met up with one of his friends, and went looking at CDs and stuff...basically being homework free and just chillin in the city.

Last night I memorized more lines of this Fable, in the end memorizing 12 lines, but it fuckin pissed the hell out of me. This time and the last time I had to memoriwe a fable, I worked soo hard, and thought it was due the next week, when it was actually due that friday. I got soo angry, and only had to say 12 lines, but I wanted to prove sooo bad to those little frenchie kids that I could memorize it, and that I wasnt..dumb or that shit. But this morning I had three classes as well, a free period were I just chilled and read, talked to Anthony, then I had lunch, and then went to go watch this movie called Indegnes. Sadly though I couldnt find a pick on the web, but I told jesse it reminded me of Behind Enemy Lines and that movie Windtalkers. Hella exciting movie though...makes you jump, and four of the main characters die...kinda abburptly too. After that I had english, and helped all the french kids and shit.

Oh snap, I swear its soo weird when I dont do anything and I just sit and think. ITs like im somewhere else, and I have to convince myself that im in france. I just sit there and im like... where am I again? Am I really halfway across the map? Im like...I havent seen jesse or lyuda..or any of them.. Sometimes I dont miss home, and I just think ive lived here forever, and that California was just a dream, and just this morning I thought I was losing my mind because I was thinking I could be in a parrallel univers, and all of this really isnt France, I really didnt take a plane for nine hours, it just felt like it because we were crossing times, from one place to another, and the plane was just floating stagnant in a big blue space of nothing-ness. Crazy.. I know.

Tommorrow, im watchin ceciles basketball game, memorizing some vocab for english but for me im memorizing french, and meeting up with some kids and eating some free crepes. Its gonna be good....I hope. But poor Emilien got dumped by his girlfriend. . .were all gonna be doing some comforting for him. I hope life is good in Cali