ENNUI?

well legitmately i wasn't only inciting danny epz (if you're gonna have a grating moniker, one might as well write it in a grating fashion) to comment.

it's awfully grey outside and for the past couple of days anyway, or maybe as a part of my nature to keep myself on my toes, i've been experiencing a weird sort of disdain or MALAISE dans ma vie francaise. i think it would be dismissive and cliched to conclude (though funny and appropriate) that this boredom/ pissiness is just part of my becoming culturally immersed and well, pissy and FRENCH, which would i suppose, be a nice way of looking at it. the more correct view, is that i need to continue to work my ass harder to learn la langue. BUT THEN i think that this striving for productivity is all a part of Purtian guilt (thanks a lot greg, always goddamned STRIVING) that is subconsciously a part of my national identity.

that said (p.s. that was the best fucking paragraph i've written in any language recently, which makes me think that i haven't lost enough english to seriously fuck up le honors thesis next semester) instead o dwelling, let's do some cross cultural a-bridgin'

THUS a brief departure from France, and a brief trip back to Geneseo, or more correctly FRANCESEO, as my news only really pertains to Geneseo in its relation to France. I may or may not be housing a popular mandolin and bass- playing Irishman for a week in my small dorm room, whom you all may or may not know as Colin O'Donnell. he braved france for a semester, though in paris, so his perspective on this EXPERIENCE OF A LIFETIME, will definitely be welcomed. plus, hopefully we'll figure out a way to tear up Montpellier like one would say, the I.B. or Kelly's. i think actually, i take that back as i just got a little sick after writing those two places down. and a more appropriate addition, i've never torn up the I.B. or Kelly's so fuck that shit, we're doin' this ANGELA style.

i've communicated online with our favorite redhead from scandanavia, and apparently the kid doesn't want to leave Norge, as he seems to call it. Russell, or Russel, or whatever permutation he's going by this week, and i like to share our EXPERIENCE OF A LIFETIME stories from time to time, to make sure that we both are indeed experiencing lifetime things.

on other fronts, i've heard of professors peacing out on minors, new cats, and newfound sapphic love in g town, so keep the 'seo gossip coming.

ALSO very good news, we have found pot in Montpellier, and i don't mean to make anyone cry, but it's the best stuff i've ever had. like their commitment to fresh produce, the french also seem to be thoroughly committed to selling only the freshest quality weed, and we're not sure if we'll be able to go back to neither harrible wegman's produce NOR upstate ny schwag. another appropriate addendum, for my pot loving friends, is that the cops here pretty much don't give a shit. i'm not walking through town with a bong or nothing, but on a regular basis, i watch the hippies on the lawn on campus pass around joints as passerby hippies will join in and smoke for a bit. it's pretty nice. and another addition, the french beat our asses with being real-er hippies than you g-town poseurs. EVERYONE has dreads, EVERYONE dresses in a really wince inducing, however put together way, and EVERYONE smells. really really bad. got your asses beat you ward street, gamma chi-ing fuckers. in addition, the hippies here regularly go to morocco to get hash. GOT YOU BEAT. and, you certainly don't have a dog that you bring to class and just let run around the common areas sans leash.

WELL, honestly that unexpected beat down on geneseo hippies has made me happier than i could've imagined. wow. it was like a way cooler version of primal scream, PLUS they had it coming. and i can leave this open enough for all y'all to throw in two cents, pro or con.

i vote pro.