"PUNCH her"

We went to Michael's (see this post) house last night. Zach didn't feel like going. I was tired and took a nap before. At first I wasn't sure whether I was going to go, 'cause it was already sort of late. But I went. It was pretty cool, actually. About an hour drive, during which we listened to the radio. There were French stations, Italian stations (I had thought it was Spanish at first), German stations and we even found a British one!!! It was cool. They were just talking about soccer, though. "Football". But it made me immediately think of Nick. So then we got there and met some people. There were their two old friends from like elementary school. They were cool. We talked mostly in French, but some in English. It was sort of fun. Then Michael's daughter and her two friends came down. They all wore jeans and had black/brownish hair. She remembered me from when we visited them 4 years ago. We saw in the circus and she's still doing that. I learned they met in Capetown, speak English together but know French. Wow. That's pretty impressive. So then they left and we talked some more. The husband had done a marathon and we talked about that a little bit.
After a little bit we had some awesome soup. It was seriously good; squash with some sour cream. Then Michael's son came down and said hi. He was in the Swiss Army and apparently really likes it. He also earned two stripes or something, which was impressive.
Dinner consisted of bread, cheese, grapes and roasted chestnuts. The chestnuts were warm and brown, and almost looked like warm brains on the inside. But they were good. Then we talked some more and Michael said I could watch a movie. We climbed up these nice, wooden stairs to a smallish attic-like room. The TV was on the floor. They had several discs of Desperate Housewives (oh yeah, I'm totally going to watch that...) and some Harry Potter. I settled on some good ol' HP. Not surprisingly, it was in French. And the remote didn't work so we couldn't change the language. But it was ok.
My first reaction was to start cracking up when I heard the Dursley's speaking French, and I almost did. Then when Dobby (this was the 3rd one) started torturing himself and yelling in French, I actually did laugh. It was pretty fun. The voices were sort of weird though. Like Ron's was too high, and so was Hermione's. Eh. It was sort of lonely. I've actually been pretty lonely lately. I mean, what with no friends ('cept for the virtual pixel-version) on the weekend and stuff. But yeah. I actually could tell what they were saying sort of. And it also helped that I saw the movie before. Lockhart was so stupid. I hardly remembered this one, though.
After a while I got too tired and went downstairs. Then we left. They actually played some ok songs on the radio at that time: I heard an awesome Coldplay song and While My Guitar Gently Weeps. Then also the last one we heard was Shut Up and Let Me Go, after which my dad said "The songs they play are just terrible" It was almost midnight and 1 am when we got home. I considered getting on to chat with friends, but decided I was too tired. And I completely forgot about the Michigan game.

Today I should work on the documentary. And finish HW. I looked at some of my older chats with friends and it was awesome. I miss those guys. Where did it all go?

me: elanor
Anthony: Rigby
me: has a rib of bys
Oren: All the lonly peopl
me: og gys
Oren: e
me: where DO they all come from? i mean, seriously, where?
Anthony: where do they all belong?
Becca: a2
me: oh
Becca: and shut down circuses

This is cool.

Something to read.

Oh and also, yesterday I went to the Ferney market with my mom. It was pretty cool. Quite big. Smelled like fish. We bought some spice bread, flowers, dried kiwis and apricots.

DARN it. But actually, I like them Phill-ays...somewhat.

My dad's biking around Lake Geneva right now. It's like 109 miles, yo!