friends with benefits...heh heh

the other night i went to the fabric store (for velcro) with my mom. after that she took me sock shopping (gold toe, baby), and out for pizza and a movie. maybe the movie will make up for how pitifuly the night started, you're probably thinking. perhaps they went to see war of the worlds, or kung foo hustle. something good. nope. we watched 13 going on 30. and i liked it. and until today, when i bought a new bike, it had been the highlight of my week. nothing like being home for the summer to make you want to go back to europe...or hope that school starts early this year. one of those two.

i must say, although maybe it was just the lameness of the situation, or the ovewhelming burning sensation from the liberal dusting of pepper flakes i piled on the pizza that clouded my judgment, but i thought jennifer garner did a pretty good job. one could draw a parallel between the effect of hot pepper dust from north beach and the wishing dust jennifers character used: we both got what we wanted. but, as i only got one wish answered (i'm still waiting on catherine zeta jones' proposal, now that i'm on my second contract with t-mobile) i didn't think it was fair that she got her second wish. she shouldn't have gotten a redo. the movie should've ended after she got shot down by matt. bullplop.

i'm gonna go have steak now. my moms taking me to a restaurant owned by this guy that donates blood alot. she's making me wear a sweater. but i don't care, 'cause it's steak. and it's gonna be good.

http://www.alfredssteakhouse.com/

greece felt like a week long frat party...

and i guess thats about all i could have expected from it.The pink palace really reminded me of that consequentless place in Pinocchio where all the boys can drink and smoke and eat junkfood without getting in trouble. It seemed like paradise at first, with clear blue water, and sunny beaches, and four hours of happy hour a day...In the end, though, the boys just turn into jackasses and get put to work by that one guy. It was a place to hang out for six days. or seven. it might've been seven.

the two days of sleepless bus/plane travel on either end of the week make it hard to tell exactly how long we were there though...hehe, the days just blur together.

it was a swell way to end a year in a sun-less poitiers by going to corfu island in greece. i think remembering to put on sunscreen was the one bit of motherly advice that i retained during the week:

everyone else jumped...

it's weird knowing that some girl from seattle who i don't know has pictures of me nekid.

my doctors office has a boat theme, much like my dorm

you're a cool fucking dude, mike

lame.

spring break is over. lame.

people are starting to take off. all those italians who sang after they filled up on...pasta, and those germans who, well, spoke with german accents, and all those english people who spoke english..really really well (and not just compared to me). all leaving. lame. (ps. dad and the w.s., i told all the people i met that they could stay at your house if the ever wanted to come and visit. all of them.)

bike lock girl, vanessa (bike lock girls friend), george, wensislaus, those dudes whos names i can never remember who i met at vanessa's housewarming/raclette party, and the extremely cool teacher i had at the begining of the year are all staying in france. probably won't see much of them after this year. extremely lame.

i'm gonna have to leave here in about a month. lame. well, i think i'm ready to come home though. i'm starting to feel really far from home. i miss my friends 'n' stuff. i also sorta feel like my dad, or mike when hes in corvallis: whenever i walk around poitiers i see 25 people i know. its gotten smaller, this town has. sorta lame.

there are two weeks of finals, but half of them will be oral. lame?

no more lady friend. lame.

bum knee. lame.

got a sunburn 'cause it was so freakin nice out today. lame.

have to go to an all day make-up class tomorrow at a teachers house. phonetics. all day. all lame.

found a soccer ball today. i met three people who live in my building while standing outside juggling the ball for 20 minutes. cool.

french kids are introverted and live in the dorms expecting to be left alone and don't even try to meet there neighbors. the exact opposite of dorms in the US. lame.

I.R.M is french for M.R.I.

its spring break here.