yay, francais

yup that is supposed to have some kind of accent on the c, meh.
i started work today and it was quite interesting, this round i am working with the mentally disabled, in french.
it's really fucking hard because i feel as though i am playing charades for 8 hours a day, and by the end of the day, your brain really hurts, but i find it really fulfilling, before i was even introduced, i was attacked by hugs. i thought that was so amazing, and i learned so much in just one day. since i haven't written in like 2 weeks, and 2 weeks before that i thought that i would at least add something.

contemplation

emplai was sitting here thinking. dude i have to get off my ass and fucking decide what i am going to be when i grow up. like not that i have to decide right away, but it would probably be a good idea. and then it got complicated. it would be so much easier if i didn't want to do everything there is to do. like i know i want to take ancient greek mythology and religous studies and philosophy, but like, what can you do with those kind of things, other than being a teacheer, any ideas anyone?? i don't know, i want to do something that will challenge me everyday and something that i love, i once read. " find a job that you love and you'll never work a day in your life" hmmmm i wonder what kind of things would i never get bored of. if i could just do everything i would be fine, but then i would have school loans coming out of my ass i don't know why i am writing this, maybe i am asking for someone to make up my mind for me, it's funny i think how it's so easy to have someone tell you what to do, then, when they do tell you, you are like. no that won't work. haha i think it;s kind of funny really.

I LOVE ALBERTA BEEF!!!!!

this is dedicated to Lyz, because i told her i would. You know how we all love to have inside jokes. I do. And you try to make a point to not tell other people about these inside jokes. I know that it is supposed to be like some kind of bonding thing, but if you think about it, how are you making that other person feel when they don't understand. I guess i kind of associate it with french, i don't know french. I am living with 3 french people. When they start going off in french, my mind wanders and i think of all of those things that could be being said and i have no idea what they are, i cannot voice my opinion, i cannot laugh at their jokes. I guess i kind of like that feeling of being left out. And as i am sitting here typing this, i think about all of those little inside jokes that i have with people. And i know that on the side of having the jokes, it's kind of nice, just being able to step out of reality for that whole 17 seconds with that one person that understands you, maybe that's what we're all looking for, is that false sense of understanding. hmmmm. now that i have had almost a complete debate with myself, i will leave it. For all of you reading this, i wonder. Who is reading this. do they have an opinion about what i write? How do they see me when all they are doing is reading my rambling. boo do i scare you?? heehee or do you feel comfortable because you are reading this and you see that you are not the only one that argues with themselves. haha no i am the only one...i am special haha there you go Lyz, don't ask me where it all came from, but it is all yours. W H I T E T R A S H F O R E V E R !