French people say the darndest things

As I said to a friend recently, the only things I don't like about living abroad are:
1) School (in general)
2) French people.

An excerpt of the things I've heard in the past week out of the mouths of frogs:

1) "American's different than English. It's mixed with other languages."
-Taxi Driver, who was also drumming rapidly on his steering wheel while driving

2) FRANCE=CHARLES DEGAULLE=FRANCE AS COUNTRY OF VALIANT RESISTANCE
(Written on the chalkboard in class)

After seeing the look of shock and horror on my face, the professor had to add,
"Yes, it is only in France that this is taught."

3) "I'm sorry, can you type less loudly?"
-Girl in National Library.

I swear to god, it took *so much* willpower to mumble, "I'll try" instead of snapping her in two. (Yes, I could probably have done it quite easily)


4) NEW ADDITIONS to badly translated French-man texts:

"I kiss you very much!" (Je t'embrasse beaucoup, literally)

"I propose to you to take a coffee..." (Je te propose a prendre un cafe..)

That's all I've got for now, but expect a Part Deux, without a doubt. Cheers!
I leave you with a picture of THE CUTEST CAKE EVER MADE, seen in the Dalloyau store window:

How to apologize for vomiting on carpet.

Apparently, the more difficult and self-important my school gets, the more debauched my behavior gets.

Without getting into any details, here are the results of my
"How to apologize for vomit on a rug Poetry Contest";

Sorry I got so wild last nite
And my vomit on your carpet so white
I'll gladly give you some time,
Some elbow grease and some 4-0-9

-Jon Raviv, 2005


In other news, I'm feeling super bereft with the girls and Team Scheib gone:
Here are some are some photos of our winter Paris bender. Plus Canadians.

James being saluted by Nicolas after jumping in the Seine. Keep in mind it is also *December* at this point. Damn Canadians.



Team Awkward:




Note: Mikey is singing? yelling? in this picture and most of the others:



I see this view of the tower every day, but when you're drunk and it's New Year's and your friends are there it's pretty damn exciting.




MICHAEL SCHEIB IS A GOD



Bonne nuit, guys.

And the bells were ringin' out for Christmas day

Nothing has been particularly *funny* as of late, except if you consider everything going really well for me to be kind of funny.

I've been happier than a pig in slop.

First, Dublin for Christmas. Amazing. I spent most of my time on Shauna's couch moaning about the superiority of Anglophone countries:

"French...cunting bastards...mmmmmm...English language....mmmm..."

Irish TV is a beautiful mixture of the best of American and British TV. Absolute heaven, after 5 channels of shitty French game shows. Shauna's family, The Sheehys, are the nicest, warmest folks, ever. In fact, My parents seemed kind of disturbed that I wasn't particularly homesick on Christmas eve.

Shauna lives in Bray, just outside of Dublin toward the coast, so on St. Stephen's day we went for a tour of the seaside towns of Dalkey, SandyCove, Killinerney (or something like this. Someone correct me). The vista inspired James Joyce's Ulysses and the entire town was marked with his literary-ness.

I won't drone on anymore. An Irish Christmas in pictures:


Shauna, doing her "BRAAAAAY" face.
(Bray: Dublin :: Ft.Lauderdale: Miami, except 1/100 of the scale)




Out in Bray, at the chipper's. This is, apparently, a place where French fries are sold.



Dalkey Harbour, on Dublin bay:



I love how desolate this picture is. More Dublin bay.



Sniff. I miss Delray's Seaspray.



Dalkey. Quaint like whoh.



Me and Arnie Pie on the streets of Dublin!