L'amour est un feu qui dévore mais l'envie de chier est plus forte encore.

I am now the proud owner of a whole lotta Tupperware. Not only fancy cups that have easy to drink out of lids (below) but old fashioned Tupperware containers that I grew up with. My mom sent me multiple boxes full of the stuff and I am so grateful. 

My grandma also snuck in these old-fashioned ice cream dishes... There are six of each so if anyone wants to come over and have an ice cream party, hit me up. We can break in the living room! No one has used it since we moved in. Let's do this!

Ever since classes started, Katie and I have been creeping all over our French professor's Facebook profile. Each time we get into groups for writing assignments we always try to include his most recent status updates in our answers. A few days ago, he sent out an email on WebCT asking how the class would feel about him making a group on Facebook to communicate in. Then he sent another saying we'd have to friend him to be put into the group and we would discuss it in class the next day. SO. POINT OF THAT STORY: I am now friends with my French professeur on Facebook and it is the single greatest thing I have ever done. Seriously. This guy is hilarious. 

I had such a hard time looking at him with a straight face today after looking through all of his pictures. I also did not feel like doing any of the work he was assigning, so when he'd make me answer a question I sounded like a total asshole. Par exemple, one of the questions was "When was a time that you made a blunder?" and I replied, "I've never made any mistakes. I'm perfect." Also, "What suggestion would you make to someone who isn't fashionable?" My answer? "Buy new clothes, asshole." Of course I didn't say "asshole," but only because I couldn't remember the French word for it. ;) (it's trou du cul) 

In related news... Katie and I are definitely going to study abroad this summer. There's a program that goes to Tours, France, and covers 6-8 language credits. It's only a few thousand dollhairs and I should have resident status by the end of May. So I'm pretty pumped about that. I'm going to get an early start on scholarship and grant applications so that if we go, I'll have everything covered and I can spend my own money on things I desire (food). I believe it is from May 26th to June 22nd. Woop.

As you may recall, for a while I went through a phase where I was absolutely in love with A Very Potter Musical. The people who created it, Starkidpotter, recently came out with a new musical called Starship. It is really funny and I recommend watching it. I've been taking breaks from watching the Secret Life of the American Teenager on Netflix to watch it and it's just fantastic. Nowhere near as great as AVPM/AVPS, but still entertaining. 

Chelsi threw a Quentin Tarantino party for her birthday on Saturday. It was awesome! Chelsi was Bridget von Hammersmark from Inglorious Basterds, Michael was Vincent Vega from Pulp Fiction after he shoots Marvin in the face, and I (along with two other girls) came dressed up as Mrs. Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction. 

Welp. That was my week. Redfest (Cobra Starship, Sabi, We Are Scientists) is Friday and the BYU vs. Utah game is Saturday but I think I'm going to lay low this weekend. I really need to study for the four exams I have next week. :( 

water day yay!

Tuesdays are normally Water Days at our summer program. It was really rainy and cold yesterday so we waited until today to have some watery fun. We had water balloon launcher fights and then played on the slip n' slide. I just happened to have my camera on me, so enjoy these super cute pictures of our kids:

 Samee Jo and Brenna.

Brandi and Lata (pronounced Lot-ta).

Nghi (pr. Nee), Juli, Miriam, Brandi, Valarie, NoraNely (front) and John the Troll.

 Nghi is a slip n' slide master. Every week when she slides through, she soaks everyone at the end of the slide. I'm totally jealous.

Norbu. What a cheese.

 Israel, who I have dubbed James Jr. because he resembles our old co-worker James so much.

 Close-up on the hose... haha.

 Laura and I. Notice the Wildlife Wednesday shirt. It's pretty sweet. Michael picked it out when we went thrifting 4th of July Weekend.

Lata's sister Fehi (pr. Fay-hee). So freaking cute. Best picture of the day fo' sho.

In other news... Have I talked to anyone besides Mitch and Rose about how I'm changing my major? I've been getting really bummed out lately because I've realized that Film mostlikely will take me nowhere. I thought that double majoring in anthropology or business or international studies (or anything really) would help me get a good paying job but I highly doubt it... So I think I'm going to major in French and get a teaching degree. I love children, I've always enjoyed working with them (this is my 3rd year), and I like teaching the ones I have now little bits of French. What do you guys think?

les docteurs sait mieux

Last week in French we read part of a play called Le Malade imaginaire. It's about a man who goes to a doctor and insists he's sick in multiple places and the doctor tells him its his lungs bothering him after every statement. Today we had to create a dialogue between doctors and a patient. I played a crocodile. I definitely stole the show. Our teacher thought my lines were hilarious.

NATALIE: Je suis triste. I am sad.

AMANDA: On sait de comment tu dois avoir. We know what you must have.

KATIE: Il est urgent que tu achetes un crocodile. It is urgent that you buy a crocodile.

SAM: Achetez-moi! Buy me!

NATALIE: Mais j'ai un portefeuille mal... But I have a poor wallet...

YOUNG: Mais il est utile que tu donnes les pomme de terres et beaucoup du vin à ton crocodile. But it is  useful to give potatoes and a lot of wine to your crocodile.

SAM: Donnez-moi des aliment! Feed me!

NATALIE: Mais je n'aime pas des pomme de terres... But I don't like potatoes...

AMANDA: Il vaudrait mieux que t'aimes ton crocodile. It would be best for you to love your crocodile.

SAM: Aimez-moi! Love me!

NATALIE: Mais j'ai un cœur brisé. But I have a broken heart.

KATIE: Il ne faut pas que tu manges ton crocodile. You should not eat your crocodile.

SAM: Ne mangez-moi pas! Don't eat me!

NATALIE: Mais j'ai très faim... But I am very hungry...

YOUNG: Il est important que tu joues aux cartes avec ton crocodile. It's important to play cards with your crocodile.

SAM: Jouez avec moi! Play with me!

NATALIE: Mais je n'ai pas des cartes... But I don't have cards...

AMANDA: On est les docteurs! We are doctors!

KATIE: On sait mieux! We know best!

UHHHHN TIP

ITS BEEN A WHILE.
hehehehe

Before I forget, I want to throw out a couple of things:

1. You should probably click here and be impressed with my ability to successfully do a 30 day challenge. Somehow, I could do that but not blog... hm.
2. Over break I discovered a band called Cœur de Pirate and I am in love. 

Et il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort.

Break was not a good time for me. I kept going between being pissed and being sad and it was exhausting. I watched the first six seasons of the Office, watched countless classic Disney movies, and read 3 Harry Potter books + a ton of French poetry. 

The first week back in Utah wasn't a great time either. I came in to it on the edge of a depression and things didn't look up when someone (we won't mention any names ;) ) decided it would be fun to call things off, turn them back on, then go back to being indecisive. No one has the slightest clue about what's going on there even now. So that's been fun! (sarcasm)

Semaine deux wasn't so bad. I was relatively happy. Things were improving everywhere and I was finally starting to get out of the slump that Missouri so graciously put me in. Then we hit the weekend. Davis Powers, that little lump of a boy, always trailing after Black (or was that Peter Pettigrew? teehee), decided to remove me from his life because I wouldn't give him someone's phone number. Bit of an overreaction, eh? Apparently it had been a long time coming. So that ruined a good part of my Friday night. But I managed to drink and not cry or puke so I guess some would call the night a success? Haha. Saturday was spent the same way as Friday (Little Big Planet 2, movie, free Domino's pizza) but without the drinking. Then Sunday night rolled around and I discovered that yet another person had removed me from Facebook - and I assume - from their life. That was a huge blow and ruined my night. I lost my appetite, was on the verge of tears at dinner, and resorted to curling up in a ball of pity after Corinne left for Scott's. haaaha. I don't really want to talk about him anymore since he and his girlfriend read my blog apparently? Wouldn't want to give off the wrong impression, like I want to be his friend or anything. Yeesh. That would be terrible...

Anyway...

I really want this dress:

Embellished Capsleeve Dress $22.80

so pretty

#funfact

It's very common knowledge that I'm a picky eater. People seem to be asking me a lot lately what foods I do and do not like. Here are some foods that I definitely do not like:

• Raisins, peanuts, cantaloupe, mango, peaches, pears, apples, grapefruit, peanut butter, steak, catfish, pork, peppers of any color, hummus, milk, raw carrots, pineapple, watermelon, calamari, sausage, hamburger (usually), cream cheese, sweet potatoes, scrambled eggs, ketchup

And for foods I do like, since people think I'm too picky to like anything:

• Strawberries, bananas, grapes, oranges, tomatoes, mushrooms, salt, pretzels, cooked carrots (but only with roast so they're not very carroty tasting?), potatoes, broccoli, celery, lettuce, eggs (overhard, broken yolk), Froot Loops, Honeycomb, Special K Fruit and Yogurt. lol.

my mouth.. it makes me laugh.

De joie, je devins un opéra fabuleux.
Out of joy, I became a fabulous opera.

hipstamatic

It feels like it's been forEVER since I last blogged.

Anyway. I discovered this app called 'Hipstamatic' and I really dig it. Actually, that's an understatement. I'm head over heels in love with it. Corinne, Scott and I watched The Bounty Hunter tonight and I barely saw any of it because I was so busy trying to find good combinations of lens/film/flash. 

Corinne and Scott.

Christmas décor!

Balter.

I'm going to keep messing with it and see how many sweet ass photos I can produce. Notice the last caption? Balter. I just checked the back of the painting and apparently I'm somewhat retarded, because I've been spelling and pronouncing his name wrong for months. I thought it was Baldar. Ah well!

Corinne and I went to Shogun around 1am for some sober sushi. It was yummy, as always. Hahah, I've completely forgotten how to blog... I can't remember anything I've done lately. Why do I suck so hard!?! Tant pis. Gah.

I have my French final on Tuesday (1-3), a film project due Wednesday, and my math final on Friday (3:30-5:30). I was studying la vocabulaire chapitre préliminaire last night and I started getting so worried cause I could not remember anything. I'll probably spend all of Saturday and Sunday mainly studying for French. That leaves almost no time for me to go to the theatre and see 5 non-mainstream films that I can journal about for my film project. Gah. I hate finals.

It's nearly 3am. I'm going to bed.

more french poetry

Autre Guitare

Comment, disaient-ils,

Avec nos nacelles,

Fuir les alguazils?

- Ramez, disaient-elles.

Comment, disaient-ils,

Oublier querelles,

Misère et périls?

- Dormez, disaient-elles.

Comment, disaient-ils,

Enchanter les belles

Sans philtres subtils?

- Aimez, disaient-elles.

Guitar Song

"How," he said,

"In a poor skiff at sea,

Can the coastguards be fled?"

"You must row," said she.

"How," he said,

"Can the memory be free

Of strife, sorrow, and dread?"

"You must sleep," said she.

"How," said he,

"Can one turn a fair head

Without strange sorcery?"

"You must love," she said.

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Jeune fille, l'amour, c'est d'abord un miroir...

Jeune fille, l'amour, c'est d'abord un miroir

Où la femme coquette et belle aime à se voir,

Et, gaie ou rêveuse, se penche;

Puis, comme la vertu, quand il a votre cœur,

Il en chasse le mal et le vice moqueur,

Et vous fait l'âme pure et blanche;

Puis on descend un peu, le pied vous glisse... - Alors

C'est un abîme! en vain la main s'attache aux bords,

On s'en va dans l'eau qui tournoie! -

L'amour est charmant, pur, et mortel. N'y crois pas!

Tel l'enfant, par un fleuve attiré pas à pas,

S'y mire, s'y lave et s'y noie.

Love, child, is first of all a mirror...

Love, child, is first of all a mirror where

Girls like to see themselves, flighty and fair;

There they like to pause, playful or demure;

Like virtue, next, it takes hold of the heart,

Drives away sin, makes sneering vice depart,

And leaves your spirit white and pure;

Then you go down a step, you start to slide - 

And it's a chasm! Vain to grip the side:

In the flood you go whirling down! - 

Pretty, pure, fatal - don't rely on it!

Children, drawn to a river bit by bit,

Admire themselves, and bathe, and drown.

Oh! N'insultez jamais une femme qui tombe!

I think I've figured out what poem I want to use for my oral presentation in French at the beginning of December. It's by Victor Hugo and is called "Oh! N'insultez jamais une femme qui tombe!" or "Never revile a woman for her fall!"

French version:

Oh! N’insultez jamais une femme qui tombe!

Qui sait sous quel fardeau la pauvre âme succombe!

Qui sait combien de jours sa faim a combattu!

Quand le vent du malheur ébranlait leur vertu,

Qui de nous n’a pas vu de ces femmes brisées

S’y cramponner longtemps de leurs mains épuisées!

Comme au bout d’une branche on voit étinceler

Une goutte de pluie où le ciel vient briller,           

Qu’on secoue avec l’arbre et qui tremble et qui lutte,

Perle avant de tomber et fange après sa chute!

La faute en est à nous. A toi, riche! a ton or!

Cette fange d’ailleurs contient l’eau pur encor.

Pour que la goutte d’eau sorte de la poussière,

Et redevienne perle en sa splendeur première,

Il suffit, c’est ainsi que tout remonte au jour,

D’un rayon de soleil ou d’un rayon d’amour!

English version:

Never revile a woman for her fall!

Who knows what burdens made the poor thing crawl?

Who knows how long her hunger had to fight?

When blasts of hardship shake her sense of right,

Many a girl - haven't you known her? - stands

Firm a long time - holds on with worn-out hands;

As we see on a branch-tip, sparkling bright,

A drop of rain gleaming with heaven's light,

Tossed about with the tree, trembling and hurt,

A pearl before its fall - and after, dirt!

The fault is ours - yours, rich man, with your pay!

And dirt contains pure water to this day.

How can that drop of water leave the slime,

Regain the luster of its former time?

All things can rise back to the light above;

They need only a ray of sun or love!

My family's probably going to get really annoyed with me over Thanksgiving break because I'm going to be reciting this poem, along with Victor Hugo's life story, at every free moment. Our presentations have to be entirely spoken in French and completely memorized. That's a lot of work and effort I'm not normally willing to put into a school project. Bah! 

oh man

I just had a very legit freak out. AND TO TOP IT OFF ITS THUNDERING. IT'S GOING TO STORM WHILE I WORK. UUUUUGH. Anyway, back to my freak out. The other day I bought some new nose rings for my tragus but BECAUSE I'M AN IDIOT I bought the wrong size. But I was too lazy to go back and exchange them so I just put one in my ear anyway.. Today I went to take it out and clean it and I almost couldn't get the damn thing out. My ear had closed around the new ring's size and it was so small that I couldn't get the back of the ring into my ear to take it out! I finally got it out ....

LOL THE POWER JUST WENT OUT. Oh yeah, tonight's gonna be great. I can feel it. (Can you tell what kind of mood I'm in? ;))

Well, I finally got the ring out BUT THEN I couldn't get the old back in. So I'm standing at the mirror crying and freaking out that the hole I paid $65 for and spent the last four months nursing to heal is going to close up. Oh man. OH MAN. It was terrible. But I shoved the damn thing through and hopefully it'll adjust back to the old hole size. If not, well.. I'll be in Salt Lake in a couple weeks and I'll just get Patrick to fix it for me DAMNIT.

Okay.. Calm down, Sam.

(Possible new livelavalive shirt)

I'm starting to learn the basics of French using a podcast called Coffee Break French. And last night I watched Coco Avant Chanel to see if I could pick up any kind of French. The only thing I remember is Qui qu'a vu Coco? which is a song that Coco and her sister sing. It's SO catchy, as is La Femme Torpille. I want to learn both of them but the language is so fast and such a bitch, so we shall see.