Falling, Falling, Falling

Three days in a row? This is getting stupid (and by this I mean I, and by is I mean am).

Yesterday was a day of people. First, my partner for my oral exam and I went to the EMU to practice. We ended up just talking for a good hour and a half, and of course getting no practice in. We left the EMU and went to Hunky Dory, a smokeshop on 7th and Lincoln, where I bought a pipe and some White Burley tobacco. It smells like vanilla. And tobacco.

Later, after we had parted ways and gone to our respective homes, Jaime called me and I had dinner with him and two of his friends, James and Blake. That's probably the most offensive I've been in quite some time. Jaime made couscous, palenta, and a salad. All were, as per usual, quite good. Blake messed around with the settings on Jaime's keyboard, and found one with an inordinate amount of sexual moaning. At this point, he decided that he would use this setting to create an audio porno. He was wished luck by none.

Devoirs Pour Demain

I woke up at 9:30 today. That's bad on Mondays. Also Wednesdays and Fridays. Any guesses why? No? Wow, really riveted crowd I've got here. It's because I have class at 9:00. My general wake up time is 7:30, which gives me adequate time to rise, bathe, sate, walk, and wait. The point here is that I missed writing, which is indeed not a good thing. Missing philosophy (which is right after writing at 10:00) I could care less about. It really is a boring class. A philosophy class should never be lecture based; that defeats a portion of the point of the thing.

Moving on to 2:00 this afternoon, I arrived in french the usual minute before class begins. We got our scores for our oral exam, as well as our chapter tests back. As anticipated in a prior posting, I got a C on my test with 77%. On my oral exam, I got a 37.5 out of 40. For said exam, we were allowed to take in notes written in english. I was going to post a picture of them, but it was huge. Instead, I transcribe them:

Hi!
Hi!
Name?
Name! Yours?
Name! How are you?
Good! You?
Good! Student?
Student! You?
Student! Classes?
Classes!
Like them?
Maybe! You?
Maybe!
Portland?
Nope. You?
Yep!
Weekend activities?
Weekend activities!
Dance time! Bye!
Bye!

Myself, I had a good handle on everything we were saying. These were more for my partner, Chris Griffith (I call him (though not to his face) Kind Bearded Chris). I lost my 2.5 points for accidentally saying the past tense form of something. Damnable past, ruining everything.

That's The Devil Leaving Your Body

I'm throwing up a lot lately. Like, this past month has accounted for 25% of my vomiting experiences since freshman year of high school. This latest time, being last night, Chris, Jaime, Kevin and I were walking around Fox Hollow, smoking cigars. At some point I remembered that I had yet to regale Kevin with how my left arm is shorter than my right, so I began to do so. When it came to the point in the story to show him, I put my cigar in my mouth and did so. At this time, however, I somehow managed to take a full breath of cigar. Now, if you've not had any experience with cigars, let me tell you now that they're very strong in general. This one was particularly strong. Also, inhaling a relatively substantial amount of cigar smoke will make you vomit. Fast forward to twenty minutes later, and I was laying on the floor of Jaime's apartment. Another five minutes and I was in his bathroom, vomiting the decidedly mediocre risotto Kevin had made. It's fine for me to say that, as he himself said it was decidedly mediocre. Even if he hadn't it would still be okay. God, get off my back. I can say what I want. At this point, we decided to go see Where The Wild Things Are, a very very odd movie to say little. On the way, though, we had to make two stops: one for gas, one for, you guessed it, more vomiting! But you always feel so much better after the fact, yeah? That's always nice at least.

Day Late, Change to Spare

So it seems I was very quickly derailed from my goal of one blog a day. However, I counter this with the fact that I was one blog ahead anyway, thus cancelling out my ineptitude. Also, Jaime showed up pretty much right when I got back from French, and we didn't part ways until pert' near 11:30. Speaking of French, we had a chapter test on modules 1 and 2. Yes, I realize that means nothing to anyone. I think it went pretty well. Definitely got a C, but I think I may have gotten a B. I know an A is out of the question because I didn't know anything beforehand about the Sorbonne. I do now.

So Jaime picked us up and we went back to his house, at which point he made minestrone, palenta, and a salad, alongside which was served rosemary foccaccia bread that he had also made. Jaime's a really good cook. Post-meal activities included listening to anarchist essays, engaging in discourse about the government and what it can do and already has done that will eventually (Jaime says in the next five years) put us under martial law, discussing revolution, arguing about the fate of neanderthals, my hope to one day own Bouvet Island, Twitch's plan to build and authentically man a pirate ship, agreeing that capitalism is a terrible system, messed around with Rosetta Stone, 'n' sitch. Jaime gave Chris some material to read that I shall be partaking of as well.

At this point (roughly 10:00) we went to Market of Choice and bought gelato. We then came to our apartment, ate said gelato, spoke more on some prior touched on subjects, and then I checked the mail. There was a cat sitting by the laundry room. When I walked by on my way to the mail, it hated me. On my return trip, it was freakishly affectionate. I gave it some attention, but on my way to return to my home it began meowing pitifully as cats do so well. Even so, I left it be. Chris and I both gave Jaime material to read at this point (Doors of Perception and Shutter Island from Chris, Unabomber Manifesto from me), and parted ways. Chris and I sat around and didn't do much after that. Then I went to sleep.