4th of July!!!!

Yesterday I learned that if you say "Je suis confusee" in French you're not saying that you're confused, you're saying you're sorry. I have been making that mistake for FUCK I JUST BROKE THE CAPS LOCK KEY. OH WELL ANYWAY I HAVE BEEN SAYING THAT FOR TWO YEARS AND NO ONE TOLD ME. Thanks, Macalester. I'm not sure how I fixed that.

I've been in this kind of awesomely easy class for the first two weeks, but this week I decided it's kind of ridiculous. So I asked to be moved up a level, but there aren't any spots in the Intermediate 1 or 2 classes. The only option was to go from Elementary 2 to Advanced, which is from 4 to 7 PM. I made the switch, which really upset Cybelle because it pushes dinner back fifteen minutes. My old class had assignments like "what do you want to do in ten years? I will buy a big house!" This class has assignments like "Discuss the rights of the disabled in your country of origin." Yikes! Plus the students are really serious, and they actually get stressed out about the tests and stuff like that. I miss the days of last week...

Cybelle cracks me up. My roommate D did the dishes last night because Cybelle wasn't home. Usually she doesn't let us, but she was out walking the dog. When she came back she realized D cleaned up, so she brought her into the kitchen and thanked her by complaining for eight minutes about how she does everything by herself. Maybe stop yelling every time one of us tries to help out?

I had the most ex-pat kind of 4th of July ever. It was basically just sitting on the beach with a bunch of Irish people and yelling "4th of July!" drunkenly at every passing American. Coincidentally there were some fireworks for Girabaldi's birthday but they were pretty half-assed.

The other day I was at the beach next to an English guy who thought I was French. He was asking me to watch his stuff in French and I talked back in French too. It was silly.