11 11 11

I've been working on gettin' my calluses back. It's actually pretty fun. I have today off because they say on the 11th day of the 11th month at the 11th hour (of some year I forgot), WWI ended. It's not a holiday in Switzerland though. I have a bunch of HW to do, but whatever. I want to get a used guitar at a pawn shop or something (have I mentioned this?) and then sell it when we go back. And I guess I want a good guitar sometime for a b-day/Xmas. It's weird though, because before I had sort of left behind guitar and really liked trumpet, but now trumpet has sort of... become less interesting. But not really.

I have learned how to play the main riff for Can't Stop by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. It's pretty fun, and the song is great. Dude, I just seriously cannot stop this! The shindig is simply too addicting!

I need/want to expand my Leddy Z "vocabulary". As in, I need to hear more songs. 

So supposedly the first trimester ended, but that was only after about 40 school days. But I spent time counting the days of school, and I came up with around 177. Day 150 (of total days here) is around November 30, according to my calculations. 

I always remember Becca saying "first time for everything" a few times. This year... there have been a lot of firsts. Take, for instance, this year I'm getting my worst grades ever. On the Spanish test I got 6 (always out of 20) but on the French math one I got 10 (10 and above is passing) and on the French chemistry one I got 13. Some of it was that I simply did not understand the French/what to do. You may ask why I share test scores with you. I may answer that question. This year ain't that usual, see. And it's not like... you'll kill me or anything, right? Whatever.

Me: (reading Olivia's shirt) Lust... in...?

Olivia: Lust in UK. (proudly) The UK is the best place in the world.

Me: (crosses legs, leans against wall) Well, they're certainly good for rock bands, I'll give you that.

Olivia: No, they're good in everything!

Me: Mhm. Yeah sure no.

It was pretty funny in Spanish class the other day, because we're studying like how to say the names of certain relatives (brother, sister, aunt, etc) and Claire, who's American but has a good French accent and knows French really really well, came up to introduce her family tree. So she would say this stuff in a good Spanish accent then say the American names in like a different accent, so they really stood out. We almost cracked up.

That kind of thing also is funny on the radio, because the French stations often like to play English stuff, so when they announce the titles it really stands out. It's really funny. It'll be like... (blabbing in French)... Mizzes Rrrrobinzon. Mrs. Robinson (by Simon and Garfunkel) with a very French accent.

It was also freaky/funny once, when I was riding in the car to hockey practice with my dad. We were listening to the radio, and its like these two French guys talking and this caller calls in, and he says like, "He is not dead. He is still alive" In a really creepy, quivering, sort of high pitched voice. Then the announcers say something about not knowing English. Me and my dad cracked up. It was seriously weird.