Thursday, March 10
Secret Machines
The Secret Machines concert was the first time I've ever been to Club 930, and it (the concert ANd the club) was amazing! Check out some of the pictures from the tour that I've also posted.
Thursday, February 24
Franglish
I spent the past week in Paris on an exchange with eight other guys, and had an amazing time. The whole point of the trip, though, was both to show us how kids in a different culture acted, and to more importantly improve our French.
Well, after spending a week in that "interesting culture" I was more than ready to get back. Any culture in which men wear frilly scarves is "interesting" enough for me, and when they add crotchless jeans to that I know something is really wrong.
On the other hand, I happenned to be staying with one of the most attractive girls in the whole school, so of course I had fun come night time. I do have to say that French night life kicks America in the ass. Except for the dancing.
You know how in America guys party-boy people as a joke? Well, in France the guys are completely serious, and apparently grinding up against guys is more than ok, it's what you do. I swear every time I walked across the dance floor at least two different guys would dance up to me. shiverrr.
Anyways, while we were there we were expected to increase our French speaking abilities. Pas du tout. While by then end we all felt we could understand everything better, if anything we could speak the language worse. This of course was due to our liberal use of Franglish.
Ou the Fuck am I
Je suis bored
Franglish was when we combined french and english words to make a sentence that is pretty imcomprehensible to someone who doesn't know what's going on. It is also pretty much butchering the French language, and the french didn't really like that.
Point in case is Raffy's girl Isabelle. In America they were really good friends and got along really well. But then Mike gets to Paris and starts talking Franglish non-stop. A few days in and Isa stops talking to him, and keeps on like this for the rest of his stay with her. So Raffy didn't have all that amazing of a time, roughly a -73 on a 1 to 10 scale.
Nonetheless, we all had a really good time when we were together, and some of us had fun with our host families as well. Of course there were a few exceptions like Mike and Isa and Ausin and Louis, the kid who had 7 numbers on his cell phone 2 of which weren't family members or his own. But on the whole, the trip was pretty damn fun.
And, according to Madame, we could get the chance to go to the Carribbean next year!
Well, after spending a week in that "interesting culture" I was more than ready to get back. Any culture in which men wear frilly scarves is "interesting" enough for me, and when they add crotchless jeans to that I know something is really wrong.
On the other hand, I happenned to be staying with one of the most attractive girls in the whole school, so of course I had fun come night time. I do have to say that French night life kicks America in the ass. Except for the dancing.
You know how in America guys party-boy people as a joke? Well, in France the guys are completely serious, and apparently grinding up against guys is more than ok, it's what you do. I swear every time I walked across the dance floor at least two different guys would dance up to me. shiverrr.
Anyways, while we were there we were expected to increase our French speaking abilities. Pas du tout. While by then end we all felt we could understand everything better, if anything we could speak the language worse. This of course was due to our liberal use of Franglish.
Ou the Fuck am I
Je suis bored
Franglish was when we combined french and english words to make a sentence that is pretty imcomprehensible to someone who doesn't know what's going on. It is also pretty much butchering the French language, and the french didn't really like that.
Point in case is Raffy's girl Isabelle. In America they were really good friends and got along really well. But then Mike gets to Paris and starts talking Franglish non-stop. A few days in and Isa stops talking to him, and keeps on like this for the rest of his stay with her. So Raffy didn't have all that amazing of a time, roughly a -73 on a 1 to 10 scale.
Nonetheless, we all had a really good time when we were together, and some of us had fun with our host families as well. Of course there were a few exceptions like Mike and Isa and Ausin and Louis, the kid who had 7 numbers on his cell phone 2 of which weren't family members or his own. But on the whole, the trip was pretty damn fun.
And, according to Madame, we could get the chance to go to the Carribbean next year!
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