2007-02-01

high school with cigarettes

I've started taking a French class at the local junior college. It is an awful lot like being in high school again. My instructor, who is really into his class website that has pictures of himself at the beach with his dogs, talks really slowly and ignores the fact that most of his eighteen year old students are looking at their cell phones and will never, ever, learn French. There are also student projects on France all over the walls, because apparently it is his classroom. I've befriended this kinda gothish rockabilly girl who takes melodramatic pictures of herself with her fiance and has too many cars to move out of his parent's house. As she was explaining to another girl, she wanted to take an artsy photo of a couple being caught in bed by the woman's husband, but unfortunately couldn't find anybody to model as the husband, the lover or the wife. So she took one of herself and her fiance in bed and used photoshop to overlay another of her fiance pretending to shoot them. I am amused.

I also have found a new place to live, which is really going to stretch my already stretched fiances, but it should be worth it. I don't like where I live now, especially the fact that my new roommate not only forgets to lock the door half the time, but also lets my cat out, that is, when he doesn't shut her out of the laundry room where I keep her litter box. I gave my new landlord the application last night, so hopefully it will be fine. At worst, he may ask me to have a co-signer, which is a bit humiliating since I am 26 and no longer a student, but it wouldn't be the end of the world. The girl I would be moving in with seems nice and quiet, relatively neat and the apartment has a comfortable femalishness about it. My current place is slowly disintegrating and returning to nature. I have always prefered civilization.

xanthium at 9:26 a.m.

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