on monday, i began my intensive study of the french language. from now until the beginning of september, for 2 hours three times a week, i get to leave work to study diction, pronunciation, and conversation under the tutelage of the finest professeurs that alliance française has to offer. having never studied french and possessing a minimal knowledge of the language at best, i'm actually quite impressed with the progress i made in but one class. though, it did take me about 5 minutes to figure out that the teacher wasn't calling a classmate a "fatty gay" but rather "tired" or "fatigué" (fat-ee-gay). why does she keep calling him that? how horrible. sure, he's a little on the pudgy side, but my gaydar isn't getting so much as a blip... kinda judgmental on her part.
regardless, i am definitely the star student in my class of five. professeur "bomb", as i like to call her, has already narrowed her favorites down to two, myself and janet, the middle-aged woman who plans to rent a car and drive through all of france come august. i suspect janet is recently divorced. my favorite student, however, is not janet... or even myself. rather, it is jeremie -- pronounced with a soft j like french people say, not the hard j like in janet's name. jeremie is a bartender. jeremie speaks fluent american sign language. jeremie is not-so-good at the french. professeur bomb calls him a poet. i call him special. oh, and he's pretty, too.
in 6 months, i'll be fluent. watch out, paris.... and paris & paris.
in sadder news, buckets left this very morning for a monthlong trek throughout southeast asia. i'll miss his sorry ass... terribly. we haven't dated for very long -- like 3 weeks -- we don't even refer to each other as "my boyfriend", but absence apparently does make the heart grow fonder... or maybe weaker.
eh, at least he promised to bring me back a thai whore and to get his picture taken with a sign in the redlight district that says something like "pussy play pingpong".
let's hope today i don't get approached by any crazy, extremely large men on the train who need someone to talk to so they can focus on not having a serious and loud anxiety attack that is the result of their extreme phobia of public places and mass transit. the crazies love me... but not quite as much as wally.
"pussy change oil!"
posted by brett @ 3:40 PM
6 Comments:
...totally not a lie.
how do you think i found you?
it's all about the visible bookmarks.
Is your Jeremie the dude pictured on this page http://biggaycocktailclub.com/?
no, that is not my jeremie.
...and to clarify this, i do not have a crush on this guy. he's just a nice, pretty, yet dumb addition to our class.
i have a boy i am mad crazy about and miss dearly. i do not need poorly french-speaking anythings when i have a fluently-speaking trilingual scouting around asia.
that is all.
ewww. that jeremie is DISGUSTING and repulsive and most importantly CRAZY.very repulsive.stay away from him!!
i had no plans on ever meeting him, soooo... done and done.
good lord. all this talk about jeremie. he has a porch thats about to collapse.
by the by, dont you rip on my Harry Potter-loving boytoy! so he looks like a toad, i still heart him!
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