I booked berlin today. DAMN! that felt good. I feel like so much got lifted off my shoulders. So much so that i put on my ritual get down music, and I got down. Its MIA- Kala. and you know, the more i think about it, im pretty sure about 80% of my friends went to the MIA show in their town. no, im not exaggerating. know how i know? cause every one of the mofo's has facebook and they updated their status, posted pictures, made events AND THEN INVITED ME TO THEM! all to celebrate the one and only. s'kool. ^_^
Sorry, bear with me. Its a friday afternoon on my week B schedule which means I only had one class at noon:30 with the european section 8th graders in Saint Cyr... which means, these kids could give tour guides at the high museum of art. they dont need an english TA. i did the math. i made about 20$/hr today just for looking over their shoulders while they worked on presentations. i dont have to put up with bullshit kids who are emotionally unstable and feel like crying and cussin at the teacher all day. there was one girl at the "OTHER" school. haha. thank god i only have to go there once a week. i have maybe 2 good classes out of 6. i had to cuss one girl out last week cause she got outta line. i dont care if you pout, but you make faces at me and i wont tolerate that bs. ca fait chier! i gave her the option of shutting up or leaving. she stayed. and im glad she did. i hate having to regulate, but you gotta with kids. they need it. but yesterday, one girl started crying randomly and wen the teacher was like, "i dont know why youre so upset like that" she told her to fuck off and screamed back at the teacher. dammmmn. haha. maybe its cause im black that i got no patience for insubordinate shits, haha. nono, ive seen some bad ass black kids. my cousins are spoiled as fuck. JaKwon and Aaliyah. theyre cute as hell though.
oh snap! i also remembered, i do have one boy in my class named anthony. his dad is british, and hes lived in england and dubai, so he speak perfect english pretty much. hes pretty cool to have in the class. i dont know if the other students think hes cool. but i think thats damn cool to have lived in dubai and london and france before the age of 15! thats like vacation destinations! newho.
Ive been kicking it more and more with gus and skal. my french slang is gettin GOOOOOD! skal was taking me home one night and i was talking to him about some instances and it was jam packed with improper vocabulary. heres a brief list of the most common ones:
une moeuf- (verlen)- femme= a woman
un mec- slang- homme= a man, young man
un gas- slang- homme= a guy
un pote- slang- amie= a friend
une reum- (verlen)- mere= mother
un reuf-(verlen)-frere= brother
une roeus- (verlen)- soeur= sister
un flic- slang- gendarme=police
un keuf- (verlen)- gendarme= police
un poulet- slang- gendarme=police
***there are PLENTY more for cops, these are the most common
cimer-(verlen)- merci= thank you
ouf-(verlen)-fou= crazy
deuma- (verlen)/slang- mad= mad, crazy
chelou-(verlen)- louche= dirty
wam-(verlen)-moi= me
wat-(verlen)-toi=you
solde-(verlen)-desole= im sorry
nawek- slang- n'importe quoi= nothing
keefer qqc- slang- aimer qqc= to like something "je keefe ce mix" i love this mix.
la bombe- slang= the bomb
ca caille- slang= its cold!
habat-arabic-defonce= drunk, blazed... torn up
nickel- slang= golden- "c'est nikel!" = "thats golden!"
renoix- (verlen)- noire= a black person
thats all i got for know. i cant think of any other ones. but i have to say that im super stoked that i was able to meet gus and skal. not only are they ill folk, but they keep sweet sweet company. one girl, jessai-22yrs, invited me to her house last night with the guys and a couple other of her friends. there were about 8 of us. she made a tartelette de fromage which was dElicious. we smoked hashish from arrival until departure. two matches of poker. laughs. smiles. and good times. its definitely something to be invited into a french person's home and to be able to experience what is french culture. it starts in the home. french people eat super slow. always 4 courses for dinner- appetizers, main dish, cheese, dessert. there is always a baguette. and its customary to bring a gift if you are invited. usually i bring wine. white wine with appetizers, and some sea foods. red wines with red meat, some fish... most entrees go well with red wine but it just depends on your personal preference also... damn, i sound like a wino! and generally, french people eat farely late. im talkin like sometimes between 9-10pm. most french people who smoke hashish smoke them back to back to back. and theyre all expert spliff rollers.
theres a game they play when theyre smoking. if they say, "qui dit bedo?"the first person to respond "bedo" gets the spliff. or they could say, "qui dit spliff?" "spliff". its usually if theres company. but actually, if theres company, chances are that there are anywhere from 2-5 spliffs going around the table at once.
tangent. my fav song just came on my play list. its MIA- jimmy. shhh.... im dancing..."jimmy, hacha! jimmy, hacha!..." im totally boozin on a friday afternoon. one of the assistants is having a house warming party at her spot tonight. if theres any whiskey left come 10pm ill bring the bottle. otherwise ill have to pick up a pie or something nice. nono, ill grab a bag of schrumfs. ill be bringing about 10 bags of those home. its blue gummy smurfs that taste like artificial blueberry goodness. mmm... theyre so damn addicting!
what else has been going on??? oh yea, so i got mothafuckin castles in my back yard yall! theyre all within about a 30-45 min train/car ride. so far ive been to azay-le-rideau, amboise (right---> and chaumont-sur-loire. my fav so far has been amboise located in the city of onzain a 30 min train ride from tours. chaumont was a little creepy. its got ties to free masons and weird shit like that. haha. i dunno, the guy who told us this stuff was a little odd. im really looking forward to chambord(very bottom), villandry(just below), and chenenceau (top castle on water).
Ill have to wait until spring time to go and see Villandry. all those gardens are breathtaking when in bloom. and I still need to get to paris!! no hurry. Id like to see Versaille though. like really, cause i didnt get to see it last summer. or the Moulin Rouge. but i did see the red district in amsterdam. after dark. and that was disgusting. so much so that i packed my bags up and booked a ticket to paris the next morning. after only ONE day in the Dam, can you believe that?? but i stayed longer cause i missed my train, and i cant really say why... . alright, im starting to feel claustrophobic. Damn, i wish i had a LITTLE more space in my room.
AND finally, but not least, to wrap this up and go buy stephane's pie. I do NOT know when im coming back from france. i know id piped last week and said something like 3 years but... its greatly pending. im actually really wanting to come back. i know, i know. total bitch move on my part. wait your whole life for a dream to come true and it comes true right at the same time another one does, but one is like a now or never, and the other will wait on you, so im hoping... blah blah... im trying to have my cake and eat it too guys. like seriously. ill be able to do whatever i want come may. my skills are being perfected. im ready to work. let me answer a damn telephone for 30k a year. frreal. haha, nah, i couldnt sell out for that. unless it was the embassy. and id only do that if they wont drug test me. i could go to GSU and finish there. if im ready to take on round 2 of atlanta. **shudders** some things, not others. damn. im just thinkin about Berlin right now. and MIA. and i keep dreaming about that damn white horse. i want.
ps. i hate doing laundry. no one gives me change for the laundromat. and then its like work, walking down there, waiting, shifting clothes. but all my stuff is clean again. finally.
bisous bisous
bear.
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