French 3 Composition #2

Darlene McCoy
Renée Cailloux
French 3
14 Mars 2010

Mon Rêve Plus Tard

Dans l'avenir, je serai très contente avec ma vie. Je suis trop têtu, et je ferai le meilleur de ma vie. Maintenant, je veux finir mes études a l'universitaire, et puis, peut-être, trouver un homme. Après je finis mes cours, je enseignerai aux enfants pour un peu de temps. Mes amis me disent que je serai une enseignante excellente, mais je ne sais pas si je travaillerai avec les enfants ou les adolescents le plus bien. Si je travaillerai avec les enfants le plus bien, je resterai avec eux. C'est le même pour les adolescents. Je voudrai étudier plus, mais je ne sais pas si ce sera possible. J'aurai des difficultés avec tout le travail! Je voudrai enseigner l'anglais, ou la littérature. C'est pourquoi j'étudie la littérature maintenant! Dans mes rêves le plus fantastique, je enseignerai l'anglais en France. Ma vie serai parfait...
Je pense que je voudrai habiter à Santa Cruz. J'adore cette ville. Les personnes ici sont très agréable, et il fait souvent beau. Si je pourrai habiter dans une maison sur West Cliff... oh la la, ma vie sera super! Ma mère et moi adorons la plage, alors si j'habite à Santa Cruz, peut-être elle ira me voir plus souvent.
Je marierai quand je trouve ma personne, et puis, quand je suis prêt, je voudrai avoir les enfants. Je voudrai deux: une fille et un garçon. Je voudrai aussi un chat et un chien. J'adore les animaux!
Dans notre temps libre, ma famille et moi ferons la cuisine ensemble, et puis mangerons notre bon repas! Nous irons voir ma mère et mon frère. Nous jouerons sur la plage, et après, je me coucherai sur le sable.
J'ai beaucoup de rêves. Si je vis un, je serai une personne heureuse.

French 3 Composition #1

This is totally not subtle. lol

Darlene McCoy
Renee Cailloux
Français 3
16 Février 2011
261 mots

Une Histoire d'Amour Moderne

Je n'ai pas une grande historire d'amour, si j'ai demandé mes amis pour un. Kylie m'a dit sa historie, et j'ai appris beaucoup de choses.
Quand mon amie Kylie était dans lycée, elle était très timide. Elle n'aimait pas aller dehors, ou parler avec les autres étudiants. Elle est restée dans sa maison tous les temps. Elle n'aimait pas sortir, elle n'aimait pas fêter, elle aimait rien que lui demande participer avec les autres. Elle a fait toujours ses devoirs, et elle a lu beaucoup, mais elle était sur Internet le plus! Elle a joué un jeu-vidéo pour passer le temps libre, mais j'ai oublié qoui il s'appelle. Kylie a rencontrée un gen qui a joué le même jeu-vidéo. Ils ont commencé se parler, et avec les temps, ils se sont tombés amoureux. Dans le jeu-vidéo, ils a voyagé ensemble, ils ont vaincu les monstres ensemble, et ils ont rencontré plus d'amis ensemble! Kylie m'a dit que elle n'aime pas parler avec les personnes dans la monde réel parce qu'elle ne parle pas bien, et elle est embarrassée. Quand elle est sur Internet, elle a dit, elle n'a pas peur de parler parce qu'elle peut taper. Un jour, le gen est allé voir elle, et ils se sont amusés jusqu'à la fin de temps! Dans un peu de temps, ils habitait ensemble, et depuis lors, ils sont ensemble! C'est beau! Aussi, Kylie n'est pas très timide maintenant, parce qu'elle a trouvé sa personne.

Lit 1 Final Essay - Axoltl, Julio Cortarzar

Darlene McCoy
Madeline McDonald-Lane
LIT1
8 December 2010

When Words Fail, Actions Speak

    Paris during the 1950s embodied the center of the French existential movement. It is no wonder, then, that a scholar should pick up on the ideas that swirled about the city of lights. Julio Cortazar, that said scholar, did so, and found himself attracted to the works of Jean-Paul Sartre.  Sartre advanced the existential movement though his written work, and Cortarzar, not just a scholar, but an author as well, digested his dogma. He regurgitates what he read in his short story, Axolotl. The events and concepts implemented in the tale provide examples that explain Sartre's concepts.
    Axolotl, which spans only a few pages, recounts a tale about an unnamed boy who becomes so entranced and obsessed with the axoloti in a local aquarium that he himself transforms into one. He enters the aquarium due to his boredom with everyday life, as defined by the panthers and lions he would otherwise go see. An axolotl is a type of Mexican salamander that does not undergo metamorphosis, so it remains in its larval state for the rest of its life. Gills remain attached to the side of an axolotl's face, and deep penetrating eyes set themselves in their ghost-like transparent faces.
    Axolotl presents a boy, but gives no information as to where he lives, his family, or anything significant in his life. The information given - he currently roams about Paris, and is an inquisitive and curious being - says nothing about how he externalizes himself in society. After the first time he sees the axoloti, he seeks more information and comes upon them up in an dictionary at the local library. He discovers that "specimens of them had been found in Africa capable of living on dry land during the periods of drought, and counting their life under water when the rainy season came" (161). This phrase foreshadows the deep empathy the boy will feel for the lonely axoloti later, which creates the mood of the piece. The reader relates to the boy's curiosity, which sparks a connection and interest in the story.
    Sartre writes that, the past of a human being is irrelevant, because a human can always change who they are. Cortarzar does not take the time to compose the boy's background because it does not matter: he creates a character as an example to explain Sartre's thought. No matter who or what the boy is, the capability to reconstruct his life in any manner he means to will not elude him, for he is human. It just so happens that he physically reconstructs his life into that of an odd-looking salamander. To further emphasize this point, Cortarzar at first conceives the notion in the boy's head that the axoltols have some secret agenda, some romantic idea, to "abolish space and time with an indifferent immobility" - he learns later that they just simply exist, and that their existence is not as romantic as he once thought (162). The conscious decision to change his mind about the axolotls renders his previous thoughts, his previous history with the axoloti, irrelevant.
    The idea that a human being paints his own portrait of himself by his actions, encompasses a large portion of Sartre's work. In Axolotl, the boy returns time and time again to observe the axoloti. "It got to the point that I was going everyday, and at night I thought of them immobile in the darkness, slowly putting a hand out which immediatley encountered another" (163). He lies awake at night, and contemplates their existance. He ponders their situation, wondering if their reality is one giant blur of life, "Perhaps their eyes could see in the dead of night, and for them they day continued indefinitely. The eyes of axolotls have no lids" (163). As each day passes, the boy becomes more and more obsessed and repeats his dismal actions. During the last day of his humanity, he realizes the truth of the axoloti's reality. His empathy then overcomes him, envelops him, buries him alive in the body of an axolotl. He is no longer human: he transforms into an axolotl. "No transition and no surprise, I saw my face against the glass, I saw it on the outside of the tank, I saw it on the other side of the glass. Then my face drew back and I understood" (164). Cortarzar defines the boy's actions clearly so that the reader may absorb Sartre's concept. Existance preceeds essence - the boy transforms into an axolotl because he acts like an axolotl, not because he defines himself as one. He acts in the same way, over and over again, mindlessly, he concentrates only on them. The axoloti imprison his brain. They become his reality, and he becomes them. If, in his mind, he defined himself as an axolotl, he would only be deceiving himself. He would not truly be an axolotl, but a human being who believes he is an axolotl.
    Sartre claims that the freedom to choose is a defining trait of humanity. He rejects determinism - each human being is not set on a determined path because they have a choice in how to respond to naturally determining factors. Humans have the ability to change their lives. When the boy becomes an axolotl, he loses his humanity; he loses his freedom to choose. "The horror began - I learned in the same moment - of believing myself prisoner in the body of an axolotl, metamorphosed into him with my human mind intact, buried alive in an axoltl, condemned to move lucidly among unconscious creatures" (164). He cannot choose to be outside of the aquarium tank; he cannot even choose where to sit in the tank, the other axoloti fill in the remaining minuscule space. "But that stopped when just a foot grazed my face, when I moved just a little to one side and saw an axoltol next to me who was looking at me, and understood that he know also, no communication possibly, but very clearly" (164). Cortarzar employs the boy's thoughts again to demonstrate Sartre's concept. Without the freedom to choose, humans lose their identity as humans because they can no longer define themselves through their chosen actions.
    In the story, the boy relates the axoloti to humans. He feels as if he can connect with the axolotl, even if they relate to him as remotely as a present-day monkey does. He notices this feeling instantaneously, "There's nothing strange in this, because after the first minute I knew that we were linked, that something infinitely lost and distant kept pulling us together" (161). For some reason, he senses the humanity in these animals, but finds himself incapable of an explanation for his feelings. He describes their faces as being Aztec-like, their feet as "ending in tiny fingers with minutely human nails," and their eyes as having the ability to look and know (162-163). He even goes as far as to say, "They are not animals" (163). If not animals, what? The boy develops a deep empathy for the axolotl, as he would with other human beings, because he feels so closely related to them. "I caught myself mumbling words of advice, conveying childish hopes. They were not human beings, but I had found in no animal such a profound relation with myself" (163).
    Axolotl touches upon Sartre's idea that humans should be treated as subjects, not objects. They should look further than the roles society gives them, and find themselves. The axoloti remain caged and cramped in their dreary reality, and since the axoloti and humans correlate in this story, the boy feels even more empathy for them. He feels as if they are being treated as merely objects, not as the living, breathing, thinking creatures they are to him. The world views them gilled salamanders in a tank, there for viewing pleasure. The idea that the axoloti may have conscience thought escapes the world. When the boy transforms he feels his own conscience, "I am an axolotl for good now, and if I think like a man it's only because every axolotl thinks like a man inside his rosy stone semblance" (164-165). He feels as if the axolotl think like he does, because they endure the same reality.
    As his obsession progresses, the boy mentions the encasing glass more frequently. In his narrative, he uses the phrases, "against the glass" and "the other side of the glass," and by doing so, he unconsciously notes the separation between he and the axoloti. This separation, he realizes, is not merely just, but is also a confinement for the creatures. Through this analogy, Cortarzar draws a conclusion about the human condition as defined by Sartre. The axolotl are imprisoned in their aquatic cell; humans are imprisoned on Earth. They must all work and die together, no matter their historical background or role. Not one can escape the condition set to them. The boy forms this bond with the axolotl because though he is unaware, he shares the same fate that they do. Once he becomes an axolotl, he realizes his condition, and despairs - he knows that there is nothing he can do to change his condition. "Only one thing was strange: to go on thinking as usual, to know. To realize that was, for the first moment, like the horror of a man buried alive awaking to his fate" (164).
    Sartre address the idea of despair. He says that, humans naturally limit themselves to think about only the things they can control in their lives, and when they realize that they cannot control some things that are very important to them, they find themselves in anguish and despair. The axolotls realized their fate, and now wait, for that is all they can do, until their situation changes. "They were lying in wait for something, a remote dominion destroyed, an age of liberty when the world had been that of the axolots. Not possible that such a terrible expression which was attaining the overthrow of that forced blankness on their stone faces should carry any message other than one of pain, proof of that eternal sentence, of that liquid hell they were undergoing." (164). Once the boy realizes that the axolotls are aware of their situation, he cannot help but feel more empathy for them. "They were suffering, every fiber of my body reached toward that stifled pain" (164). He longs for them to be free, as he is, but as he obsesses more and more, he relinquishes his freedom, and becomes more like the prisoners he attempts to empathize with.
    The boy in the story describes the axolotol's eyes in great detail. "And then I discovered its eyes, its face. Inexpressive features, with no other trait save the eyes, two orifices, like brooches, wholly of transparent gold, lacking any life but looking" (162). They mystify him. He cannot fully understand anything taking place behind those perplexing eyes. Once he becomes an axolotl, he acquires the mindset to be able to comprehend their plight. He attains another form of sight, and he can never return to the way he once was. Existentialism introduced the world to another way of thinking and seeing. Once its ideas ran through the mainstream public, many lives were changed, and many eyes opened to a new form of vision.
    One can see only his reality, and his reality differentiates from every other being's. The tank encloses the limit of the axoloti's reality. Because there is nothing but the tank and one another - the axoloti evolved into creatures so numb to their reality that they fail to acknowledge each other, or anything else. "It was useless to tap with one finger on the glass directly in front of their faces; they never gave the least reaction" (162-163). Trapped in the abyss of their own worlds, the axoloti relate to humans, forever burdened by the human condition.
    The beginning and end of this piece tie one to another and create a continuous cycle. A typical story opens with such a line as, "There was a time when I thought a great deal about the axolotls" (161). It prepares the reader for what is to come in the following text. The end of Axolotl, "And in this final solitude to which he no longer comes, I console myself by thinking that perhaps he is going to write a story about us, that, believing he's making up a story, he's going to write all this about axolotls" brings the story around to the first line - an introduction to a story about axoltols (165). The reader feels trapped in this cycle, in the sphere of the story. The form duplicates the story: a boy finds something that interests him, he obsesses over it, and eventually becomes it. His thoughts alter from that of a free boy to an axolotl confined to a small space and bleak reality - a reality that is as horrible as being buried alive. The piece itself is quite perplexing, and entices the reader into thinking about what took place in the few pages read. Axolotl is a warns against feeling too much empathy; it is a cautionary tale. Too much empathy will overcome a person because understanding another being to the fullest extent is impossible. Even though the boy puts himself into the same situation as the axoloti, he cannot understand completely what each and every one feels about their situation, because they cannot fully communicate. This relates to the idea of the human condition in the sense that one human, even in the same situation, cannot feel the same exact way as another; one axolotl, even in the same situation, cannot feel the same exact way as another. They are the same, yet different, because their actions have defined who they are in the world, and no person save the individual himself can understand one's thoughts and experiences.

SO MUCH ANGST

So......

hi blog.

Sure haven't posted anything significant for a while...

News: done with first year of college.
Other news: God damn my life is aggravating.

This thing... the menu thing for Stranger than Fiction (good movie, btw) keeps playing and playing and playing and playing and I DON'T GIVE A SHIT. Except I do. But I don't want to move. I want to keep writing. What the hell is the point of moving, anyway? God I hate moving. I hate doing things. I have to think, and good lord I would be ecstatic to be out of my head for merely an hour. I also wish I could spell. GAAAHHH! GAH GAH GAH. I want to live in SoCal, I want more! ALWAYS MORE. Am I just a person who cannot be satisfied? I don't really want to live in SoCal. Fuck SoCal. Except the Lakers have cool colors, but man, silver and purple are so pretty together. Meh. I don't really care about basketball at all, anyway. I just enjoy doing things with friends, and y'know, if it means cheering for a team I could not give two shits (TWO SHITS! or would that be a half a shit, to make it less significant?) about, hell man, I'm there. I like to see people smile. A lot. I love to see people happy, I love to see them enjoying their lives, but I feel like that is all there is to life for me. I haven't basked in the awesome warmth that is happiness in a long time. Well, that's a lie. I was really happy when Mark gave me a hug when I asked for one. But that happiness was pretty much completely trampled upon by his and Allyson's act of totally ignoring me (Fuck that shit, btw, I had never felt so God damn abandoned in a long time). I wonder if either of them read this. God I miss Mark. I miss him being my friend, and not some person I have to worry about all the time (Y'know, when I'm around, this is kind of irrelevant now, and this is also inserted to make me seem less creepy. 'Cause I'm not that creepy, really.). Can we just go back, please? That's all I want. A friend. Well, I have Cindy here, but yeah, at college, I am miserable, I am so alone. I spend my time with Doctor Who. (Not that that is too much of an issue, 'cause good lord David Tennant is HOT) BUT GAH! My happiness comes from my fantasies, and not my own life. How do I create happiness? How does it happen? I was happy before? Can I be ignorant again? It seems that while I was, I was happy, I was content, I did not give a fuck. Man, I miss Ryan too. OH! Ryan. Ryan = best friend at college, by a long shot. But you see, while I have him, it's just... not the same. Y'know, person reading this? Ryan has Brytnny. I cannot, and will not, ever try to be more to him than she is (as in closeness, in case you're reading! :]), because that's just wrong, and I understand that and I'm good with that. I love that me and Ryan are friends. It's just... I get lonely. I get the type of lonely that I feel only like, love can cure. Maybe that's the thing with Cindy too. Maybe that's why where ever I go, I'm alone. I miss waking up everyday, with someone on my mind. Nowdays, all I can do is observe. I'm too holed up, too reserved, too shy to do a damned thing, or merely mention to anyone that I might slightly be interested. I just don't know. And now, here at home, I had so much hope for a friendship that I thought could possibly work again, but as the days drag on, my hope dwindles and dwindles. It's fucking impossible. Stupid happiness. I always think, should I have given him up? Heh. Except there's two "hims." Interesting fucking plot twist, assholes. Hehe. Always wanted to type that. Menu. Still. Going. Wonder how long I've been typing. Prolly not that long. Doesn't seem too long. Been texting Jacob in between. I need to do this more often. It's relaxing. I'm thinking about writing about how I feel about B5. Oh yes, dear reader, since I don't have to see faces for 3 months, and furthermore, prolly don't have to see any faces I don't want to more than random coincidence next year, fuck this shit. Fuck it in the butt. Butt butt. Christ. I'm so upset. I kind of hate everything B5 embodies. We came together to give everyone a home, to not judge, to be friendly, and care for each other. The only damned thing we accomplished was we became a family. A family with ups and downs, and aunts and uncles, and crazy people. (I don't know who out aunts and uncles would be, btw!) And like my family, we've got people that just resent each other. And until a while ago, that resentment was one sided. BUT HEY WORLD, GUESS WHAT, I'M A BITCH, I'VE GOT FEELINGS, AND I AM MOTHERFUCKING HUMAN, AND WILL BE TREATED ACCORDINGLY. Lord I am so angry right now. Sitting here like a true freaking writer. In complete silence (except for that damned menu thing - ironic the movie is about writing... kinda... whatever) Guess it's not complete silence but whatever. Urg. Shit I say should make sense. I think I consider this silence because it's like, a 30 second clip? Maybe not even that - on repeat. The noise is irrelevant to my thought, and stuff, so I guess I am considering it silence. Maybe this is why I can work well even where there is noise. I just ignore it. Holy shit on a stick I digress like a crazy soooon of a bitch! Hm. I'd like to meet a crazy son of a bitch. Might be my type. Durrrr. Durrr. Dylan. I love Dylan. He's such a sweetheart. And Rebecca. I'm sure she's taking very very good care of Smokey. Wish I could've seen her more. Such a cute mouse. I was totally prepared to take care of her, and I don't consider myself excused from faltering in her care because of Allyson's resentment of me. Should of just grew a God damned pair and shown the world, not even the world, 'cause like hell B5 is the world, that I am a person who is to be respected. Just because I'm ditsy and blonde doesn't mean that I do not think. It does not mean that I don't notice things. That I'm just a dumb clown. Those who believe I am have just not yet known the person I am. It's not like it's really all that easy to get to know me anyway,(unless you read this!) because I'm just bad at communicating. Bad at communicating. Such a God damned stupid awful phrase and excuse. I'm not even trying to be discreet. Thinking that your issues are above everyone else's in the world. Hi, you're just about the most conceited person I've ever met. I'm not going to say my shit is more terrible, less terrible, or equally terrible than yours, girlie, but darlin', for you to be so damned selfish and not think of ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD WHO ARE CURRENTLY DYING makes me sick to my stomach. Fucking shit dude. I'm enjoying this wall of text. It's making me happy. I am venting. Yet, there is no expression on my face. No tears. No expressed anger. Just me, sitting here, typing, typing away. Typing away two quarters of pain misery sorrow and loneliness. Fuck being lonely. I don't want to guys to pick on Ryan for being not-so-great at DotA. Who the fuck cares about DotA? Nobody should get hurt over stupid, stupid games. Games are for fun, and enjoyment. It's cool to compete, but once the competition is over, it's over you fucks. Urg Urg Urg Blarg Blarg Blarg. I really hope Kendal reads this. I love her to death, and I've got to say some things to her, as well. Not bad things. Because I love Kendal. Just... things. Hopefully I'll write about them now. This is a very, very, very honest Darlene, and this is not a drunk Darlene, which means time for rantin', ravin', and all around insane stream-of-consciousness stuff. HEY, I CAN'T FUCKIN' STAND YOU, LOL! Yep. That was the next thing on my mind. So much pent up rage, so much pent up anger. But I'm a God damned coward, and I don't like conflict. I can't deal with it, because it's so damn pointless. At least, like this, I won't really have to deal with anything more than I would have to already. Good fucking times, people. Man I like to curse. Fucking has def got to be one of my favorite words. How can you get more intense than fucking? It's natural human instinct. Raw, vulgar, and there for everyone to see! YEAAAHHH FUCKING. Such a good word. Hehe. Always wanted to type that too. I feel like if Jacob reads this he'll enjoy that line. Oh YEAH! Fucking. Hehe. Fucking. Someone hasn't done it yeeeeeeet and has been lying about it since sophomore yeaaaaar! Hella. Days. Funny. So funny. Thank you, Alex. Teehee. Got a school girl thing goin' on today; it's pretty cute. Reminds me of fucking. Girrrrl, you make me rage. Maybe more than Ella did. Ella. Heh. Can't remember his real name. Damned stupid heartless bastard. GRRR! I feel like it was Andrew. But I love Andrew. Oh. I've got to see Andrew. Maybe you're lost? It's okay, 'cause I'm lost too darlin'. Darling Darlene, thank you Brytnny, you are such a sweet heart. I meant everything I wrote in your yearbook! ♥ Hearts hearts hearts. I want mine to flutter again, mother fuck. FLUTTTEEER. Also a very good word. Maybe that's why I enjoy Joyce Carol Oates so much. She freaking gets it. Holy hell don't know how long it's been since I've written this much. I should really move on to Kendal. Kendal Kendal. God I love the KendalKorn. Looks cool with the "K" too! Okay, so first things first: Logan. He told me he liked you, I was like, d'awww, good luck bro! And I know, KendalKorn, sweet sweet KendalKorn (not meant to be creepy, btw!) that your only experience with friends and guys in the same boat is "HOMYGODIHATEYOUFOREVERDIEBITCHDIERAGGGEEE" annnnnnnd that's not really such a good thing. Now, when I learned that you actually liked him back, I tripped so many balls. The balls of my balls were trippin', and they were trippin' hard. I was SO FREAKING EXCITED for you, darlin'. So he didn't like me. Oh well. Got over it. So he liked you. COOL MY FRIEND CAN BE REALLY HAPPY. That's how it's supposed to work. Friends are supposed to stay friends. They're not supposed to got bat shit insane because of men. Especially men who aren't worth it. Meh, that's kind of mean, but that's what needed to be said (typed?) there. He's not a bad guy; just doesn't realize when he's being a douche bag. Douche. French. God I envy Julia for getting into French 5. So much that I didn't congratulate her. Man, I suck. Stupid envy. Haha. I'm sure she knows that I think that's awesome. Or I hope that she is reading this now and is like, "HEY, DARLENE LOVES ME!" 'cause I most def do. I just want to be further in French, too! Fuck the stupid passe compose. Fuck accents, as well. Fuck them all. DURRRR. Okay, so, got to finish with Kendal. Whenever I see you Kendal, well, actually, only when Allyson is around, I see this sadness in your eyes. Maybe it's just because I'm insane, but I feel, and have felt, for a very long time, that our friendship is totally different when she is around, and when she is not around. Because when Allyson is around, you're not allowed to show hardly any interest in me, except for purposes of common decency. I feel that you are being bogged down, and judged, and somehow, you can't bring yourself to escape that. It's not so bad though, def not as bad as Mark, who has now shown me how much he can just follow someone. Someone who I honestly believe does not care about him as much as he thinks. It makes me sad. So sad. Here I am, like, four to five months later, still being sad about Mark. He's such a good guy. So confused. So awkward. Haha. I wasn't exactly the best of friend, but I def wasn't a terrible one, and if I was, I tried my best to reprimand everything I could. Sometimes, I am stupid. You don't think one day she'll do something incredibly stupid? Or that one day you'll do something she doesn't approve of, and she'll drop you like last night's dinner? God I'm just so sad. And all of this is so past overdue. Finally turned the sound off. Now there's just that picture playing in my peripheral vision. My vision that is pretty much nonexistent. Maybe it's the glare of the TV that makes me pay so much attention. Ugh. Just so much ugh. I hate texting. I hate it. So so sad. So pitiful. So distraught. So many bad thoughts in my mind. I need a vacation from life. I want to go back to Nebraska... should have never given all of that up... I had everything... I had ever wanted... and I just wanted more, because I'm never satisfied. Maybe he was the love of my life, and I gave it up for my dreams. For me. Dreams. Selfishness. Ug. FUCKING STOP TEXTING ME HOLY SHIT. So clueless. Just stop. Stop stop stop. Stoooooooooop. Sad sad sad. Nebraska. Greg. Two things I think about all the damn time. Most of the world doesn't even know about Nebraska. Greg never knew a damn thing. Ever. Heh. Hope he's happy with Kim... though as far as Alex is concerned his life seems pretty damn dull. Except for the Disneyland business. That's pretty cool. God I miss Disneyland and Orchestra and life being okay. Man I can't wait for Distant Worlds, either. It's going to be excellent. I think I'm tired now. So tired. Didn't say as much as I wanted to... but that's the norm. Always is. That's why it's the norm. Dur. Dur. Dur. Durr Gil-Gomez! Haha. Hehe. Ohohohoho~!

Someone needs to come into my life.

More French

Bonjour grand-mère! Comment vas-tu?

Je vais bien, ma petite pêche, et toi chèrié?

Je vais bien, mais je n’aime pas l’école parce qu’il est difficile!

Ah, pourquoi pêche? Explique!

J’ai besoin de faire beaucoup de travail!

Tu es une pêche paresseuse?!

Non, grand-mère! Je ne suis pas paresseuse! J’essaie!

(Pssh) Ma petitie pêche, quand j’étais à l’école, je faisais tout mon travail! Tout le temps! Et j’aimais ça!

Ah, grand-mère, tu ne faisais pas des projets?

Je faisais les deux. J’étais fantastique. Attends! Je suis fantastique.

Alors, qu’est-ce que tu as fait?

Je dansais dans un théâtre! Je dis encore que j’étais fantastique!

Tu dansais?! Où?

Je dansais au Moulin Rouge!

Ah, grand-mère, tu es très intéressante. Est-ce que tu as couché avec des hommes?!

NON! Je n'ai pas couché avec des hommes! J’étais une dame! Nous n'allons plus discuter cela.

D’accord.

Tu veux un biscuit? Je fais des bons biscuits. Prends un biscuit!

D’accord, d’accord.

Mange le biscuit!

Je mange! Je mange!

D’accord. Maintenant, rentre chez toi! Et ne parle pas de ce jour!

GOGOGOGOGO

Darlene McCoy
& Yani Pohl
Le 7 mai, 2010
Une petite dialogue!

Y : Bonjour Madame Antoinette, je m’appelle Yani. Comment allez-vous?

MA : Je ne suis pas bien. Je suis dans la terre!

Y : La terre? Ah non! Vouz étes mort?

MA : Oui, je suis morte.

Y : Qu'est que vous étes morte?

MA : Je suis morte le seize octobre, mille sept cent soixante trois.

Y : C'est un longtemps! Comment vous étes morte?

MA : J'ai perdu ma tête.

Y : Ta tête?! Ah non! C'est très violent! Qu'est que vous avez fait avant de perdre ta tête?

MA : J'ai pensé a ma vie. Je n'ai pas compris pourquoi ils n'ont pas envie de manger du gateau!

Y : Vraiment? Je me demande pourquoi. Et ton mari? Il a perdu sa tête aussi?

MA : Oui. Il l'a perdue aussi, neuf mois avant moi.

Y : Avez-vous eu des enfants avant que vous étes morte?

MA : Oui, j’ai eu duex petit fils, Louis-Joseph et Louis Charles et j’ai eu duex filles, Marie et Sophie.

Y : Je vois. Est-ce que vous avez eu une bonne vie?

MA : J'ai dansé chaque soir, j'ai mangé de la bonne noriture chaque jour, j'ai été la femme du roi. Ma vie a été bonne.

Y : Désolée pour vos morts ! Mais, j'ai besoin d'aller! Au revoir, madame!

French Comp

Darlene McCoy
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Je vais visiter la Nouvelle Orleans avec ma meilleurs amis, Cindy et Jacob. Cindy a dix-neuf ans, comme moi, et Jacob a vingt et un ans. Il est plue age que Cindy et moi. Cindy et Jacob ont les cheveux bruns, et je pense que ils ont les yeux noirs. J'ai les cheveux blonds, et les yeux bleus! Aussi, j'ai l'air contente. Nous allons prendre un avion dans le demain matin. Quand nous arrivons, nous allons manger au resturant, et puis, nous n'avons pas faim! J'ai envie de danser dans la Nouvelle Orleans, mais, Jacob n'aime pas danser, si, je pense que nous allons faire du shopping! Nous avons froid quand c'est le soir. Jacob et moi parlons en francais, parce que nous apprenons le francais dans l'ecole! Cindy n'apprend pas le francais dans l'ecole, si elle ne parle aussi que Jacob et moi. Quand le soir finit, nous allons a l'aeroport, et prenons un autre avoin pour returner a chez nous!

French Cheese Party?!

So like, every year French 2 has their annual cheese party.

I love being in French 2... again :]

It was a good time, and all went to their next period smelling like Roqefort...

Their faces were so funny when they tried it!

(That is some strong ass cheese, btw)

Kenny & Martin, being the smarties they are, tried to mix the cheeses...

and I think someone threw up

but that's how we do it in French 2 /

Got to chill with my Frenchies... for one of the last times D:

Oh dear lord, I'm gonna miss 'em

French...

"Je pourrais feindre pour être heureux sans vous, mais je vivrais un grand mensonge."

...what do I do...

A Much Needed Improvement!

If you hadn't noticed, I've been a little down lately.

A little.

DOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!

↓

But today

was a pretty good day

it was a day of hope!

OF HOPE~!

Oh baby.

So like, things have been kind of awkward with my friends in French class

which I so originally name my Frenchies

See, I met these two kids this year

Kenny & Martin

They're wonderful

They're funny

and every once in a while, they're a little gay.

But I love them for it... they're so fun!

ANYWAY

There was some stuff that went down the other weekend

That made things a little weird...

I wasn't getting as many hugs :(

There wasn't as many laughs

It made me sad, 'cause the Frenchies are what I look forward to the most in French...

but today everything seemed normal again..! :]

Really lifted my mood, 'cause I was worrying that things wouldn't be the same again between all of us...

and that'd be super lame.

I really want to go to Junior Prom with these two... so I can obviously hang out and have a great time

but also!

My friend, Anthony,
has a DATE!

OH MY GOD. WHAT?!

I totally gotta go check on him..

Ironic thing is his date is Kenny's ex-girlfriend, Kaylin.

OH SHIT, SONN.

If I go, it'll be a night to remember.

Now I just gotta see if they'll take me... har har har

After school Anthony & Ricky came over.

Ricky "usurped my throne."

You don't even wanna know what that means!

...it isn't anything sexual.
dude, I don't even know how you could make it that way, anyway.

But a general disclaimer is good, oui?

OUI.

Anyway, today was just nice and relaxing.

Didn't really worry about things today.

Kind of made me feel better.

Kind of.

I love long blogs about nothing.

They're awesome.

Fo'sho.

Mardi Gras!

!!! So excited for today in French :]

Get to chill with all the Frenchies, eat food... relax...

and I'm just watching a movie in English

how could today be any more simple?

Bring on Fat Tuesday!

Horrraaaay

Finals Week...

Sick..............

dot dot dot

J'ai mal dans ma gorge...

et ma tete....

et mon nez!

Je suis triste :(

This week gonna be so rough..

Put Music to Our Troubles and We'll Dance Them Away

:]

Dancer 25!
Samurai 35!

Nice night, good exp and relaxation after ACT is def a good thing...

...at least somebody reads this

Sometimes, I almost wish I could see the future
So that I'd know if something was right or wrong...
Sure would be nice, huh?

Finish SAM tomorrow! Yeehaw

Homework tomorrow too, though.
Stupid English.
Stupid Econ.
Gah! Stupid French too

Except French isn't really stupid.

Just the homework!

Okay okay, I have no idea why but its only 10:30 PM at night and I am totally beat...

Good night!

One More Thing

I'm not French.

I just love French
and I love speaking to people in French who don't understand French

French is cool!

Who doesn't love French wine and cheese and bread and stuff?

Who doesn't love food in general?

I do... I love food...

In life...

1. Packer...
2. Food...


Totally.