Or, I don't have any friends. And it kind of sucks because I can't walk around by myself. Last night I went to see Shrek Le Troisieme and ran into three girls from my class while walking to the theatre. Embarassing. At least they didn't ask what I was going to see.
I think I'm getting better at French though, because the first time I saw the Persepolis trailer it was completely over my head and this time I understood almost all of it. Apparently it's the talk of Cannes, I'm pretty much counting the days until it comes out.
Cybelle and I had a talk about international relations, and it re-assured me that I have no backbone. I agreed to the following: 1. Muslims are dogmatically violent
2. Anyone who is not from France, England, or America is probably bad 3. The only okay religions are those that follow Jesus. I've been keeping up some lies pretty well, most notably that my family is strict Anglican and my parents are together. Also, my ancestors are all from France or England. I'm surprised she's not still pissed about the Hundred Years War. Maybe tonight we can talk about how miserly Jews are. We really need to find a solution for that one! Like, you know, a final solution.
I'd like to take this opportunity to disavow everyone of their romantic notions of the beaches in Nice. They are rocky and dirty. There's actually not any sand at all. And the only women who sunbathe topless are those over the age of fifty. I think I saw the saggiest boobs in the world yesterday.
It's kind of funny how Macalester French class set me up to be a typical Mac student here. I don't know words like fork or knife, but I do know a lot of vocabulary about globalization. Oh, Mac.
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