Jan 23, 2003 09:53
*laughs* Ha-ha, I must say, that is just so typical of me. I can barely string together a coherent sentence in French-at least, not without planning it out in my head well beforehand-and have great difficulty when put on the spot to talk without premeditation. I can barely carry on a full dinner conversation with my host family. And yet, and yet, I succeed in having a nearly two-hour discussion with my host father about Marc Bolan, David Bowie, and the social construction vs. biological reality of homosexuality! (Elton John was mentioned, too.) And I swear, I think this was the first time when I’ve been able to understand everything he said, and to make myself understood, which is more than I can say for our usual talks about such simple subjects as school, family and travel.
Also slightly ironic, I think, because the conversation started when I mentioned that I spend between one and two hours every day talking to Fuchsia, and he asked what in the world we could find to talk about for so long, and I laughed and said “Marc Bolan’s shoes,” and… well, it’s two hours later, isn’t it? I told you, those shoes of his lead to great things. ^_~
(I could add something naughty here for Fuchsia’s benefit, but I doubt the rest of you want to think of Marc Bolan in that way, so I won’t. ^^)
In other news: classes start next week. It all seems very sudden after all this time, especially as I really picked them only yesterday, and I’ve yet to finalize my choices. Many things to do yet: get my permanent student id, register my passport with the Embassy, obtain a carte de sejour… And I thought I would be living at the apartment by this time, but I’m not. That could make things difficult once classes begin: my classes are scheduled rather like in the US, with several long gaps in between, and I don’t know what I’ll do during this time if I can’t get home within at least 20 minutes. Lounge around and go online? (Speaking of which, I think the start of classes will put an end to the daily chats with Fuchsia… -.-) Try to do my homework for once? No idea.
Plus some of them start very early, and I’d have to get up at 6 am to make it to the earliest one from here. Ugh.
Am also playing around with my new cell phone. I think I finally know how to use it now! For the first time in my life, I actually sat down and read through the instruction manual. Maybe it’s just because they are shorter and more to the point here in France, or maybe because I didn’t have much else to do, I don’t know.
La, must run now. I’m sure you were all fascinated by the petty details of my schedule and phone problems, but at least I spared you my shopping lists…
france,
david bowie,
queerness,
obsession,
marc bolan