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Talking Heads- Remain in Light (album)- just think about the title.

I found out something this week.

I hadn't even touched a computer, much less use it, since Sunday. I got lots of stuff done, felt really great. Now that I am using it, I realize how almost controlling it can get. How manipulating and perspective-changing it is. Why yes, it is like I have another life made up of pixels. 

I guess Gmail is getting sort of old lately. It was a few months ago, but then people got back on. Now I'm sort of on the "tired of Gmail boat". Now, although I love talking to my friends (most of the time) and all, the act of communicating through those little boxes with pixels and misspelled words to people on a different continent... for some reason it just... it almost actively creates these emotions, which you can probably guess, are mostly negative. For example, I might miss them more or just.. hate France more. Annddddd then the act of writing about all of this (i.e. blogging) again sort of creates that other perspective that I am sad, I hate this place, I want my friends, etc. etc.

But then of course this brings up the concept of forgetting... things and people I guess. And like I'm giving up on that other safe place, the Ann Arbor/Slauson perspective. Which must not happen. No no. It won't, either. I shudder at the thought.

In fact, as of right now, I do feel almost crappy. Well no. Not really. But I better publish this post before my brain starts thinking there are problems.

So yeah. I'm having a pretty great week. My FLE schedule changed, so now I only have 5 (used to be 8) and get to go home an hour early on Tuesday. I also get to go to all of my English classes now. Boo-yah. Oh and then Claudia (you know- that one girl my age who spoke English, Portugese and like Spanish) left, as well as Quinn earlier. Jess's car broke down in Belgium over break, so she missed Monday and Tuesday. Pretty much the whole class and load of teacher knew about it. Ah, before I forget, I wanted to mention something. It is a problem, that has probably been mentioned earlier, but whatever.

I feel like my work ethic is being messed up. I almost prefer my French classes because I don't have as many expectations. I don't answer questions in French math, even though I could fairly easily (I know how to say numbers and stuff). I'm not really expected to do a lot of stuff in my other classes. My chemistry teacher did ask me if I wanted to try to explain how to solve this one question on a test. I might have considered it, but I did kinda get that question wrong. I still of course try hard in English, but am almost dreading the class in the back of my mind. And yet not really. 

I don't have hardly any pressure to get good grades, so when I go to high school it might pretty much be... utter heck. But not really. At least I'll have a good story to tell.

I mean, ok, it's not like I'm not really learning. I get what the teacher is saying most of the time, and do do some French work. 

In Spanish I discovered I had a terrible Spanish accent. I wanted to put phlegm on the word, like in French. Which is proof again that learning two languages at once in a different language kinda really sort of messes with the mind. But I guess I deal.

Last night my family and I had a conversation about language, as we tend to do over here. We compare them (mostly English and French, maybe Spanish and some other European languages) and I mostly complain about how more complicated French is or something. No but seriously.

Mr. Sammons, my English library teacher who I get once a week on Mondays, who is also Canadian and sort of my favorite teacher, claimed that we were already half-way down with the second trimester. Or at least, that time would fly and we're already pretty far with the year. Sure, there was mention of us tightening up our grades, but I couldn't help but grin throughout almost the entire lecture.

I'm having a good week. 

"Intellectual" is my favorite word as of late. I have a new resolution to read 50 books in the year. 

I guess I'll see some of you guys on Gmail later. I hope?