Dead Fish
Today I definitely look like a dead fish O_O
I am obsessed with "Scrubs" but I think I wouldn't have been that obsessed if I wasn't bored to death. Well it's ok I've been way bored to death in Paris when I didn't go to the Japanese courses intentionally and had my frequent tummy problem if you know what I mean.
Yesterday night was like seeing my No-future coming since I looked for the prices to be trained as a script, the admission is at least 8000 Euros which means 4800 pounds!!!!! ...pffff life sucks when it comes to showbusiness and you have to pay that amount to have education in that area. I don't know then what I'll do but hey no change here! But no matter how hard I complain sometimes I get fucking lucky , i'm just waiting for this luck to show up again (very soon would be nice ^-^)
THE FREAK SHOW HOUSE n°1 :
When I arrived last monday, there was this guy, an american with only 2 yellow teeth in his mouth who talked to me for like an hour non-stop ! I just asked how the oven worked and he gave me a detailed explanation of every single buttons on the oven (which I really don't care if there's low grill and middle grill and high grill!!!!!). I ws thinking I was in a comic situation of Scrubs or Arrested Development or something like that. He couldn't stop talking, telling me every fucking detail about that horrible and dirty oven !!! he was like "you-speak-english-very-good,-I-mererly-pronounce-as-good-as-you-do, that's-funny-because-I'm-an-English-native-so-how-come-you're-better-than-me. You-said-literature-so-greatly-while-I-say-li-te-ra-ture-which-is-wrong-you-said-literature-can-you-say-it-again?" and I was like, hesitating..."er...literature" and here we go again "yeah-right-I-would-normally-say-li-te-ra-ture-you-know-I-always-pronounced-that-word-like-that-for-all-of-my-life-and-I-had-no-idea-it-was-wrong-you-know-li-te-ra-ture..." Oh good lord I wanted to take out his last remaining teeth he had for stopping him from talking ! everytime I said something so the conversation would end, he kept going and going. He did the exact same thing when he told me his name was Scott and how the English people would make fun of how Scott is pronouned in American and how the English would say it in a total different way....
Exhausting. Now my life consists in avoiding him and trying not to talk to him or just answering "yes, no" or most of all "I don't care".
I am in cahoot with my upstairs neighbours : 2 Polish and Danish girls who kind of like the gothic music and maybe plan to go to the Good Friday Dismemberment because I gave them the flyer.
I am obsessed with "Scrubs" but I think I wouldn't have been that obsessed if I wasn't bored to death. Well it's ok I've been way bored to death in Paris when I didn't go to the Japanese courses intentionally and had my frequent tummy problem if you know what I mean.
Yesterday night was like seeing my No-future coming since I looked for the prices to be trained as a script, the admission is at least 8000 Euros which means 4800 pounds!!!!! ...pffff life sucks when it comes to showbusiness and you have to pay that amount to have education in that area. I don't know then what I'll do but hey no change here! But no matter how hard I complain sometimes I get fucking lucky , i'm just waiting for this luck to show up again (very soon would be nice ^-^)
THE FREAK SHOW HOUSE n°1 :
When I arrived last monday, there was this guy, an american with only 2 yellow teeth in his mouth who talked to me for like an hour non-stop ! I just asked how the oven worked and he gave me a detailed explanation of every single buttons on the oven (which I really don't care if there's low grill and middle grill and high grill!!!!!). I ws thinking I was in a comic situation of Scrubs or Arrested Development or something like that. He couldn't stop talking, telling me every fucking detail about that horrible and dirty oven !!! he was like "you-speak-english-very-good,-I-mererly-pronounce-as-good-as-you-do, that's-funny-because-I'm-an-English-native-so-how-come-you're-better-than-me. You-said-literature-so-greatly-while-I-say-li-te-ra-ture-which-is-wrong-you-said-literature-can-you-say-it-again?" and I was like, hesitating..."er...literature" and here we go again "yeah-right-I-would-normally-say-li-te-ra-ture-you-know-I-always-pronounced-that-word-like-that-for-all-of-my-life-and-I-had-no-idea-it-was-wrong-you-know-li-te-ra-ture..." Oh good lord I wanted to take out his last remaining teeth he had for stopping him from talking ! everytime I said something so the conversation would end, he kept going and going. He did the exact same thing when he told me his name was Scott and how the English people would make fun of how Scott is pronouned in American and how the English would say it in a total different way....
Exhausting. Now my life consists in avoiding him and trying not to talk to him or just answering "yes, no" or most of all "I don't care".
I am in cahoot with my upstairs neighbours : 2 Polish and Danish girls who kind of like the gothic music and maybe plan to go to the Good Friday Dismemberment because I gave them the flyer.