Par le voo inglase?
(originally written at 11:25 last night)
My French is horrible, it's going to be a fun week. I'll probably end up ordering raw liver instead of fish, water instead of soda, and I'm bound to insult at least half a dozen people. But it's all good I suppose. ("It's all good"?!?!?! Have I truely been reduced to this level? I need to get out of the public education system.) Hopefully I won't get blown up by Muslim rioters either.
My reprieve from the normalcy of emotions was very brief indeed. Things are back to their usual quasi-dismal state. Oh well.
A bit of trivial information about my day: I have no idea how to navigate through Shreveport. I spent the better part of an hour and a half trying to find the Norton Art Gallery (4747 Creswell Ave.). It was actually fairly interesting, at least as far as Shreveport museums are concerned. Although it was not the most astounding art gallery I've seen, they did have a couple of impressive pieces. Now let me quantify this situation: it was for bonus for BPCC, 15 points to be exact. Upon validation of my visit, I make my way over to BPCC to turn in some stuff due to my abscense the Monday after next. Well what do you know, the place is closed. So right now I'm sitting on a 100 point test and 65 points worth of bonus - I'll figure out a way to get it there somehow.
I ate Domino's pizza tonight, entirely too much of it. I was going to take a day off of running, but now I need to get in at least 5 miles to get rid of the guilt. Yes, the fat gay guy is self-conscience (note the COMPLETE AND TOTAL SARCASM).
Life i
s quite complicated, especially our relationships with others. Perhaps a glass of cabernet at a sunny little bistro may clear things up...
My French is horrible, it's going to be a fun week. I'll probably end up ordering raw liver instead of fish, water instead of soda, and I'm bound to insult at least half a dozen people. But it's all good I suppose. ("It's all good"?!?!?! Have I truely been reduced to this level? I need to get out of the public education system.) Hopefully I won't get blown up by Muslim rioters either.
My reprieve from the normalcy of emotions was very brief indeed. Things are back to their usual quasi-dismal state. Oh well.
A bit of trivial information about my day: I have no idea how to navigate through Shreveport. I spent the better part of an hour and a half trying to find the Norton Art Gallery (4747 Creswell Ave.). It was actually fairly interesting, at least as far as Shreveport museums are concerned. Although it was not the most astounding art gallery I've seen, they did have a couple of impressive pieces. Now let me quantify this situation: it was for bonus for BPCC, 15 points to be exact. Upon validation of my visit, I make my way over to BPCC to turn in some stuff due to my abscense the Monday after next. Well what do you know, the place is closed. So right now I'm sitting on a 100 point test and 65 points worth of bonus - I'll figure out a way to get it there somehow.
I ate Domino's pizza tonight, entirely too much of it. I was going to take a day off of running, but now I need to get in at least 5 miles to get rid of the guilt. Yes, the fat gay guy is self-conscience (note the COMPLETE AND TOTAL SARCASM).
Life i
s quite complicated, especially our relationships with others. Perhaps a glass of cabernet at a sunny little bistro may clear things up...