currently i am sitting on the floor of my room, in the semi dark, without any pants on. dont get too excited though, i am wearing boxers. just no pants. i could explain in detail but its been a rough week so we'll just leave it at no pants.

so last night i was prevented from watching one of my absolute favorite shows, lost, because i had to blog in french. the next logical question is what kind of idiot blogs in french? well me and the rest of my french class for one. i have created a fictional character named Luc DeBow and i write about his life. last night he was drunk in a nightclub and then started having issues with his mortality. what a bitch. i think luc needs to lay off the sauce for a while.

a little bit more about my buddy luc- hes a douche nozzle. without question. hes blonde, wears glasses when he wants to make him look smart, gets les filles, has a giant throbbing bank account. he also is a manipulative son of a bitch with some other issues but those are yet to blogged about en francais so i dont want to spoil the surprise.


The man, The legend


french is not the only class that is killing me though. i decided to take this class imrov and theater games.its once a week and i thought it would be fun. funny. have a laugh and end my week on a good note. the first day that was true. since then, it has transformed into "boot camp" no joke. thats what he calls it. WTF am i doing in boot camp. my faithful readers (yeah sarah) know that i am not cut out for boot camp. park my ass by the pool or on the beach and i am done. gimme a cerveze and i will indeed jizz in my pants (you call it premature i call it ecstasy alright).

then there is lit. every single day we talk about masterpieces and whoever says something vaguely intelligent gets a star. i take two issues with this system- its seems like every joe, jim and f.scott out there wrote a damn masterpiece so clearly we need to change our masterpiece standards/alter the reading list/ read something more along the lines of Superfudge. the second issue is that every time i try to say something intelligent i never know when to end my sentence so i usually start out strong "well i think this symbolizes blah blah blah something intelligent blah blah and also.. uuuhh. uumm.. yeah..." i just cant quit while im ahead. suffice it to say i have no stars.

so thats a brief synopsis of my classes so far this semester. well three of the five. the other two are gems as well but i'll save those for other times.

time for me to shower up and go eat a lamb burger with tziki sauce (would it be inapropriate to jizz in my pants again).