This year, I'm prepared for St Patrick's Day. I am swathed in green, armed with Guiness and heading off to my home away from home, Madigan's Irish Pub to (I hope) be rewarded for my fidelity to Madigan's and no place else with a FREE T-shirt (or, in French, a free ti-chieurt). Nobody's going to pinch me and I might get a free drink out of the deal.
The only thing that sucks is that the real Irish all decided to take a trip to Rome for Saint Paddy's. No jigs tonight I guess. And probably a lot fewer shenanigans.
March 17, 2007
March 13, 2007
No Drama Here
My life is drama-free. I love it. Without drama, here are the things on my mind:
1. Barkley died and I'm kinda sad. He was the most amazing fish.
2. Will my hair get chlorine damage if I swim twice a week?
3. How is my March stipend already gone?
4. Reading "Les Liaisons Dangereuses" and "Notre Dame de Paris" by the end of the month. The library is my new home.
5. Easter candy.
6. Dishes need to be done again.
7. The drama on Felicity, which I thought was the stupidest show ever at first, but can't seem to resist when it's just me and Season 2 in my apartment on a Sunday afternoon.
8. Salon.com, nytimes.com, pink is the new blog (trent.blogspot.com), npr.org, facebook.com
9. Will I have to dress preppy and stop having fun when I go to law school?
10. groceries/ bus schedules
1. Barkley died and I'm kinda sad. He was the most amazing fish.
2. Will my hair get chlorine damage if I swim twice a week?
3. How is my March stipend already gone?
4. Reading "Les Liaisons Dangereuses" and "Notre Dame de Paris" by the end of the month. The library is my new home.
5. Easter candy.
6. Dishes need to be done again.
7. The drama on Felicity, which I thought was the stupidest show ever at first, but can't seem to resist when it's just me and Season 2 in my apartment on a Sunday afternoon.
8. Salon.com, nytimes.com, pink is the new blog (trent.blogspot.com), npr.org, facebook.com
9. Will I have to dress preppy and stop having fun when I go to law school?
10. groceries/ bus schedules
March 8, 2007
Well the events of the day are as follows:
I went swimming with Sarah, Ivey and William.
I made a delicious omelette.
I took a nap
I applied for an internship at the Dole Institute. I'm now worried because there was a typo on my resume. Instead of "French" I had "Frenc." Oh well, there could be worse typos. Like instead of having "French" having "butt."
And later tonight I'm going to talk to the director of study abroad at KU about some of the problems we've been having with this program. And if, I'm not too deflated by that, I'll mosey over to a party at La Bouloie, although I think it's mostly the Spanish and Italians... I don't know about speaking that much French on a nap day.
I went swimming with Sarah, Ivey and William.
I made a delicious omelette.
I took a nap
I applied for an internship at the Dole Institute. I'm now worried because there was a typo on my resume. Instead of "French" I had "Frenc." Oh well, there could be worse typos. Like instead of having "French" having "butt."
And later tonight I'm going to talk to the director of study abroad at KU about some of the problems we've been having with this program. And if, I'm not too deflated by that, I'll mosey over to a party at La Bouloie, although I think it's mostly the Spanish and Italians... I don't know about speaking that much French on a nap day.
March 5, 2007
Carneval
Shock! It was sunny and beautiful in Besancon! For one day, at least. To celebrate, the entire town had a huge parade, much like villages do when their dragons are defeated. The Carneval parade featured children in costumes and elaborate face paint throwing confetti, rhythm groups in harlequin costumes throwing confetti, mimes on stilts throwing confetti, dads throwing confetti... and beauty queens waving primly from their float-temples.
Today everything is back to normal. Phew-- all that happiness was so taxing. It's so cloudy I'm not sure whether the sun has come up or if that's just leftover glow from the streetlights trapped by the clouds. I have class today and lots of reading to do... but until 9:30 I'm allowed to stay in my little bed and watch Family Guy while eating cornflakes. It almost feels like America.
Today everything is back to normal. Phew-- all that happiness was so taxing. It's so cloudy I'm not sure whether the sun has come up or if that's just leftover glow from the streetlights trapped by the clouds. I have class today and lots of reading to do... but until 9:30 I'm allowed to stay in my little bed and watch Family Guy while eating cornflakes. It almost feels like America.
March 1, 2007
Back in Besak
SO. Rain-ancon greeted me with... you guessed it: Rain. Getting off the train, I wanted nothing more than to stowaway to some warm, sunny climate, but barring that, I have decided to hide in my room with the internet and pajamas until bedtime.
Rome and Venice were lovely, and so was the company. Zach and I had a wonderful time scrambling over ruins, picnicking, reading aloud from our guidebook about the least street corner or column and beating a path between our hotel and the Forum in Rome and the Rialto Bridge in Venice. If Rome had a comment box, I would suggest making a bigger production out of the sluggish Tiber, but on the whole the city was the bustling ancient metropolis I always hoped it would be. Better, in fact, because it bristled with orange and lemon trees and charming winding alleyways. Our favorite part was probably the ancient Roman roads and we imagined Roman legions under Julius Gaius Caesar marching their way along, including, of course, our favorite characters from the HBO ROME series.
Venice was expensive and chock full of such heady delights as Tintoretto and Titian paintings for exorbitant admission fees. We enjoyed playing in the labyrinth of the streets, except at lunch time and taking roughly the same picture of a picturesque canal about fifty times. Zach secretly wanted a mask but managed to contain himself. Neither of us wanted any of the "revolting" murano glass figurines or Venetian dolls. The architecture was beautiful and the Venetian empire far more longlived and democratic than I ever imagined.
Zach is now in Germany and I am in Besancon. I hope it isn't raining in Germany. There's no way it could be-- there isn't that much water in the world.
Rome and Venice were lovely, and so was the company. Zach and I had a wonderful time scrambling over ruins, picnicking, reading aloud from our guidebook about the least street corner or column and beating a path between our hotel and the Forum in Rome and the Rialto Bridge in Venice. If Rome had a comment box, I would suggest making a bigger production out of the sluggish Tiber, but on the whole the city was the bustling ancient metropolis I always hoped it would be. Better, in fact, because it bristled with orange and lemon trees and charming winding alleyways. Our favorite part was probably the ancient Roman roads and we imagined Roman legions under Julius Gaius Caesar marching their way along, including, of course, our favorite characters from the HBO ROME series.
Venice was expensive and chock full of such heady delights as Tintoretto and Titian paintings for exorbitant admission fees. We enjoyed playing in the labyrinth of the streets, except at lunch time and taking roughly the same picture of a picturesque canal about fifty times. Zach secretly wanted a mask but managed to contain himself. Neither of us wanted any of the "revolting" murano glass figurines or Venetian dolls. The architecture was beautiful and the Venetian empire far more longlived and democratic than I ever imagined.
Zach is now in Germany and I am in Besancon. I hope it isn't raining in Germany. There's no way it could be-- there isn't that much water in the world.
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