Je vouloir parle francais avec mes amis, mais je ne peux pas parce que je suis vraiment mauvais a il! Je crois que je vais obtenir un B dans ma classe de francais.

Emily, nous douvais parle souvent ce weekend! Peut-etre je peux le faire!

Amusing Dialogue

Lauren: Mary, you must come to Ruby Tuesdays with Dr. Appold and I
Mary: Dr. Appold and Me*
Lauren: No, Mary, I decided that it's I.
Mary: [indignantly] You can't do that! It's not like you say "Me want food."
Matt: Who said that she was inverting it?
Mary: I was just assuming
Lauren: Well, assuming makes an ass out of you and I.

lots of random stuff

This semester has been fairly easy compared to the last one... and yet I still might get two B's! Ugh. French and Age of Jackson are B-Listed and have warning flags. I am not going down without a fight.

Also, 32 days until I am an amateur archeologist! We are going to swim in the Dead Sea, Sea of Galilee, Mediterranean and the Red (Reed) Sea . Not to mention all of the history we are going to soak in with the sun. I am BEYOND excited.

Welcome (Rany on the) Royals Fans!

So, Mathew Edward Berger, my darling boyfriend, decided to post on a highly trafficked baseball blog under this name.

In case any stragglers wander on to my blog from Rany's, I'd like to share my favorite baseball quotation:

"Baseball, it is said, is only a game. True. And the Grand Canyon is only a hole in Arizona. Not all holes, or games, are created equal."
-George Will

Also, Greinke, Meche and Davies, the rest are only maybe's WAS TOTALLY my pun. So if you are the Kansas City Star, David Glass, Bud Selig, or anyone affiliated with the offices of major league baseball please have your people call my people for copyright information.

Dramatic

lol, my last post was a bit dramatic.

I just get jealous of people who get to be in musicals, that's all.

hard to explain

I wish I had someone to talk to about this... but I really don't.

I shouldn't go see musicals. They make me ache and doubt things.

"I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life..." -Thoreau

Although my life is richly blessed, whenever I read a novel, listen to good music, or regard a powerful work of art, I feel stir crazy. I am worried I'm going to burst out as Don Quixote, in my own romantic guise and hurt the people I love by searching for experiences that aren't as wonderful as they seem.

Headache.

I can't wait for this weekend.

I love having an hour before class to do nothing but hang out in my room and look out the window, (at another house, but I have an imagination).

Are my posts braggy? I've never filtered my thoughts because this feels like a diary, but I wonder if some of them are self absorbed. I mean, blogging in itself is tid-bit egoistic, but I hope I'm not obnoxious.

No need to respond to this... it can be a hypothetical question and apology.