C'est a moi que tu parles?!?

So first things first... i noticed ive got a southern accent. but actually its very subtle. I only notice it with words that end in -ING. i have a tendency to drop the g a the end. and then i say, "Imma" too.

Yo, so this weekend has been crazy! it started out with thursday night, Gus and Skal's friend Jessai invited me over to dinner with them and it was wonderful! Smokin spliffs at the dinner table. Then friday night, Stephane- the american gal from N. California- had a party at her place. that shit was krunk. (not like ATL krunk. one day ill share with you all just what all would go down at ATL krunk parties. haha. but for france's standards...) Yesterday we had a tour of Tours with a few assistants. there were only 7 assistants that showed because of the train strike and people not being able to find a way into town. and there were 2 guides and their 3 friends. I mean, Ive been here 2 months so I know the city pretty well already. the historical stuff was neat. but we only went to like 4 sites! so then after we had lunch they gave us a scavenger hunt to complete in groups of 2 (one person went home). Fricken, tell me why we fuckin walked around the corner and the first group of old people we saw, we all bombarded them to get the answers. and then, to make it even worse, we went to mcdonalds after that. I scooped up my laptop and we tried to bootleg all the answers off the internet. soooooooooooo damn american! but then of course they knew that wed all worked together on the hunt. They were a little upset about that. I felt a little bad.

well then, ashley and i and this guy jariel who is working in orleans were going to go shopping. well, i go to drop my laptop off at home and then i never found them when i came back!! so i went shopping by myself, they went and bought a couple things, and then finally around like 8pm i met up with them at the nebab for some Kebab. I LOVE KEBAB. even more than mcdo.

following dinner, i went home and chiled at thang's place with a texan girl named carly ann who speaks portuguese, and this german guy norman. Carly ann went to brazil in january of this year to study, well her university went on strike, so she was just living there for like 4 months or so chillin. and now shes livin in france studying french through this program called Erasmus. ok, BEST idea ever. With this program, you can go to whichever county you want to for anywehre from 3 months to a year, for language studies, to learn the language. ive met people whove gone to portugal, germany, england, spain... id really love to do that. norman is an opair here with 2 boys- 7 & 9. he told me of a website called like "opairworld.com" which is a networking site for families and opairs. which means, i could search out a family in any country i wanted and go there to work... BRILLIANT!!! which means, i officially have the upper hand in my life again. im one step ahead. i could do that at least until im 24. I met both norman and carly ann at the cafe des langues. theyre kool kids.

well elena, another german assistant, came by and then the 5 of us walked to whitney's for a house party. that was fun. i drank some pastise- that shits good, but strong. there were about 30 people in her small 40m/sq apt. Bryan brought his italian friends, there were about 6-7 germans, americans, a dutch girl, and a sleeping baby upstairs, so we didnt stay long before we moved the party elsewhere.

francis, aurore, and fabian came- french friends of mine. haha... ok. heres the best sign that shows that im starting to get comfortable here. i love it. so the three of them show up at the party. we exchange des bises (kisses), and the first thing francis whispers to me is, "ive got something for you." **snickers** my toes twinkled. oh i know, i know. fuckin junky. whatever. and it was some fire ass weed man!! Actually, thats the second time thats happened this week. I went to Skals earlier in the week, like tuesday, and he was like, "ive got something for you." haha. except for that time he was going to give me some special K and I was a little hesitant. he ended up doing it by himself the next day, hah. I told him hes gotta give me some of the mushrooms hes hording away for himself instead though. nothin like free drugs man!

after some drinkin and socializin and picture takin, we headed off to Cafe Chaud (bar/club) in place plume. that was a blast. German "Alex..." was there, freakin over all the ladies again as usual. that kid cracks me up. but you gotta have one person who youre comfortable to get down with and you dont have to worry about comin on too strong. i mean, he totally comes on way too strong everytime, but its really impossible to take him seriously. he means well :p. and we all have a good time. and hes maybe the only one who knows how to get down. compared to what im used to. I had the best damn dance partner in atlanta- I miss you Colin Lyerly. I owe you a dance when I get back.

the assistant from new york who i met during orientation, a renoix (black guy) from the bronx, named Ayo, he came in town for the weekend. im not sure for what reason exactly. But he picked a good weekend to come, with all the parties and what not. Theres absolutely squat goin down in Chartres. although, he is only about 45 minutes from paris. lucky buster. well i saw him at the party last night and for some reason, this night in particular, i had about 3 people ask me to hook them up with herb!! maaaaaaaaaan. i will NOT be the assistant trafficker of weed man!! I told Ayo he could ride down there with me today since hes from out of town and all. But frreal, imma have to tax a little bit. Skal suggested i buy in bulk and sell it off. which would officially make me a dealer. ill think about it. i could get mine for damn cheap...

oooooh lazy sunday. LAZY sunday indeed. I started watching the movie "La Haine". possible one of the best french films ever. i passed out about half way through, as usual. my fav character is Vinz. most famous line, "C'est a moi que tu parles? C'est vraiment a moi que tu parles?" (you talkin to me? are you really talkin to me?" actually.... hmm... i think i may have seen this film once upon a time. but dubbed in english. i dont remember. the college years erased my memory. damnit. oh well. i wont chase after forgotten memories. just make new ones. Ashley is going back to the states for thanksgiving. and that kid jariel is going back in december. lucky sons of bitches. well im going to berlin and im going to have new years with stephanie and michael, so there. its a good thing i chose the dates i did. im leaving the day after christmas, so i wont be alone on jesus' birthday. and then im coming back the 2nd of jan. thang wants me to try and swing through dresde so he can show me around his town. i think thatd be dope, but i dont know when my mom is coming to visit me. i think she was saying the first week in january, so... i gotta wait and see about that.

um... ok, so imma keep being lazy and bake now that ive awaked. its PB&J for lunch. then ayo is stopping by with another assistant to, you know... run errands. and then... i dunno. i gotta go to Orleans tomorrow for my medical visit so i wont get deported, hah. Brittany's boyfriend Teddy is drivin a group of is up there. And then, since that kid Jariel lives there, we're all gonna do lunch, have him show us around town. The teachers strike is on tuesday, so i may or may not have class. i hope not. i mean, i got a lesson plan already, but still. i dont wanna wake up. the past 2 thursdays, ive woken up at fuckin 630 man... i want to die by the end of the day. id be miserable if i had to do that shit all the time.

alright. freal though. im hungry ^_^
peace out.
mata ne
bear