Cool It or You'll Get a Knuckle Supper

French People are so nice. They are always offering to cook. The other night my friend Benoit graciously cooked for about 15 people! It was a long process, and we got kicked out of the kitchens. He made tomato and mozzarella slices for the appetizer, and cooked rice with curry sauce. Yum!

Getting it done in the kitchen

Benoit had to move it to his room

He also made me a delicious breakfast the other day-- sausage links and grilled zucchini. It reminds me of the days living at East State Street and Stevesy, the beautiful man he is, would cook delicious meals for everyone.

I also had a beautiful french meal with some kids I had met before at that weird apartment party! Out of the blue the guy sends me a text message to have a traditional french meal with him and his friends. Could have been a trap, but the allure of free food always gets me. Turned out to be one of the nicest nights I've ever had here. I forgot my camera, which BLEW because it was the most beautiful meal. We started with a salad de chevre (goat cheese), then for the main course Les Galettes, which are salty crepes with cheese, eggs, bacon and mushrooms inside (yum!) and finally for the dessert, the person who made the dessert worked in a pastry shop and made these beautiful chocolate crisps with almond ice cream and raspberry fruit slivers. TOO GOOD.

After the food, we talked, listened to music, and I played the only song I could remember the chords to off the top of my head on the guitar-- The Cranberries "Zombie". What a weird thing for me to have played! But look at what Simon let me borrow:

On her Majesty's Secret Service-- en Francais

This past weekend was Hella Fun. First off, Ben Jones cut my hair. I really like letting my friends cut my hair. They always do as well as the hairdressers. No more of this paying money crap. Like any good friend, I returned the favor and cut his hair as well. 

Have not thought of a better way to catch hair than the paper plate

the finished result!

A master at work

After I cut Ben's hair we gutter punked him up with my torn up sweater, bandanna, and a little (lot) of hair gel. Michelle G cannot contain herself

Saturday night was really janky fun and I drank too much wine from a BAG of wine. That is right. We have gone to a new level of class with skipping the whole "box" shit and just buying straight up bags of wine. I had a weird conversation with Gutter Punk Canadian Corbin about his brother who fucked one girl so hard she deleted her facebook. And I quote "That bitch was putting up all kinds of albums. She had three hundred! She was rollin' in the photos and her facebook profile was a mile long! My brother fucked her so hard she deleted EVERYTHING". 

Sunday we watched a Jean Luc Goddard film as part of this series that is going on in Aix. The film we saw was called The Weekend. I have no idea what it was about. Lots of metaphors and blood and rape. There were some points where we were just watching someone chew a sandwich for 15 minutes. I was like, yeah, great.

Monday we went out to Sunset, a local club which sells drinks at 50 cents each!! I danced and hung out with people. I tried to flirt with my crush Corbin, but I don't know how well that is working out. On our way home, somehow, we started pretend fighting, which quickly turned into real fighting. Punching in kicking in the street. I have bloody scabs on my knuckles and bruises on my arms. I don't know what is wrong with me, but I love fighting. It is so exhilarating! At some point we had reached some kind of truce, and we were walking side by side. He asked me "Angela, do you like Greenland?" and I replied "Well...yeah, I guess" and THEN HE PUSHED ME INTO A FUCKING BUSH.

The weirdest thing about that is, after he pushed me into the bush, I was like, damn that was a good joke. And I liked him more.

In other news, I let a gal friend stay over in my dorm today and and while I was in class she promptly FLOODED THE SHIT out of it. Literally, water was everywhere and it even got into my neighbor's room across the hall. Apparently she didn't notice that the drain was clogged and she took a really long shower. She felt really really bad, but I just told her, Don't worry about it. I am from Louisiana, and I am used to flooding.

Too soon? (HURRICANE KATRINA JOKE!)

In other other news, I was talking to another friend today and then a truck hit her. Dang! Luckily it only grazed her shoulders and she got by with only some nasty bruises. But all I am saying is, impolite, french truck driver!

I think this is all the news for now.  P.S. I don't know if you guys know about all the striking that is going on in France, all I will say is that it is bullshit because for some reason my school doesn't go on strikes. Lame. I will talk more about why the strikes are bullshit in a later post.

I hope you guys are liking the blog, and I will try to update more often. 

When Kurt Vonnegut suggested that you stop once in a while to say, "If this isn't nice I don't know what is" he was giving you the best mid-makeout move ever.

Much better than saying "so it goes"