fantastique!

Surfing through Vimeo this morning I fell in love with this first video.

Foolishly Seeking True Love from Jarrett Lee Conaway on Vimeo.

This video I just thought was really funny!

POOM - ROLLERCOASTER from POOM on Vimeo.

Today I sat by a garden

and it made me feel itchy.

I'm in the library, teaching Travis how to not cite things.
Don't worry, I'm not studying.

Today I printed off over a hundred invites.
I addressed about two hundred envelopes.

I decided to drop French.
I'll try to figure something out. I know there's a loophole somewhere.

I am super hungry right now.
The only thing I had for dinner was two giant carrots and a piece of chicken.

They were full sized carrots, mind you.
I cooked them on the stove top.

hate

I hate languages.

I took two years of Spanish in high school, and semester another at college and I honestly cannot say anything besides: hola, puedo ir la baño? and como estas?
and are those even correct?

I am in my second semester of college french, and I still cannot understand a single word that my professor says.
I cannot even properly introduce myself.
At all.
Every day I sit through an hour of French and wonder what everyone is talking about.

I am honestly considering changing my major.
I love English. The idea literally makes me cry. I want nothing more than to study the beautiful English language, its literature, its poetry, its grammar.
and yet, I have to take and no doubt pass, three more semesters of a language besides English.
Spanish wasn't easier. Please don't tell me to choose an easier language than French.
If I have to learn a language, French is the one for me.
I love French poets, French film, French culture.
I hate French.

I'm going to try to not cry through today's French class. But every time the professor looks at me, all I can say is je ne sais pas.
and I know that I'm pronouncing it wrong.

Today I listened to Les Choristes.

I haven’t listened to it since last year, round Thanksgiving Times.

Oh, it made me want to wear my boots with tights and knee-high socks

To walk over leaves crinkly with frost

To breathe in wet, frozen air. It stings my lungs, but at least I know that I’m breathing (Utah's air is too thin!)

It made me want to make ginger cookies

To snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie about goodwill towards men, or Harry Potter, in fact I'm heading home for the first movie now

To wear a hat, a strange desire indeed, for me

It made me yearn to see my family

And it made me crazy to see my friends, but not just see them, because I see them all the time, but to lie with them on the couch, wrapped on a blanket, or listen to Jim Dale while we all knit

To have Lauren read the Wind and the Willows, or a letter from Elder Dixon, aloud to us all

It made me excited for fall, not school, but friends, food, and weather

I am sad that I won’t be living with them again this fall, but I am happy to be living in my new home, and I am happy to soon be living with the love of my life

I’m guessing this fall will be just as good as the last, even if it is a bit different.

p.s. Here's what last fall looked like, can you blame me for feeling nostalgic?

je suis très jolie.

I know that is impolite, and in all probability incorrect French.
but for some reason, I love the way it rolls off the tongue. It is one of my favorite things to say in French.
je suis très jolie. je suis très jolie. i am very pretty.

Today we watched Chocolat. What a divine film! Although it did force us into passing around a jar of Nutella while we watched.
There is nothing in the world that could satisfy me right now the way that a cup of thick hot chocolate or a piece of crisp, hard chocolate could.
I'm sick of that soft, milk chocolate Hershey crap. Right now I want brittle, dark chocolate.
And Johnny Depp.

Yes, please.

Also, I really wish that I could speak French. Pretending to speak French usually works, but it just doesn't seem to cut it right now.
bonsoir, mes amis.
(I stole this picture from flickr. Here's the link. looks splendid, doesn't it?)