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Cool

Mom,

It is so much easier to lay in bed than it is to get out of bed. I don't think it's cause I'm lazy, at least I hope it's not cause I'm lazy. I think it's cause it takes me so long to gain consciousness in the morning and I can easily be convinced that staying in bed is the better idea.

I hear two voices chatting about the pro's and con's of plus de dormis or réveiller.

I'd be curious to find out where the dormis voice gets all his energy so early in the morning. Perhaps I'll ask him, that is if I can get a word in edgewise.

Waking up later than I planned always makes for a rushed day. I wrote a test today and I did well, at least I probably did. I had planned on reading a few more notes in the morning, but Dormis won again.

Damn you, Dormis.

In class, after the test, my patience were wearing thin on account of Blonde thinking that it was his comedy hour and his show to run.

Deep breathing. Deep breathing.

"He's just being a mid-teen, that's all" I repeat to myself over and over and over again. At one time I was just as giddy, and in all likelihood I am still just as giddy and in all likelihood I crack the same type of jokes when I am in a situation that makes me uncomfortable and I don't know how else to act.

After all he is just a kid. He's just a kid who thinks that everyone needs constant comic relief and that he's just the kid to provide it. He's a Chandler Binge.

My patience wore thinner.

"You're wasting my time and the class's time" my inner me said. Suddenly I was a vigilante, fighting for the entire class. My god I need to relax. Deep breaths encore, tout le mond deep breaths.

Don't lose your cool. as soon as you lose you're cool you've lost.

I like it when my inner voice quotes Dad while sounding like Dad.

(By the way, can you tell him happy fathers day for me?)

I didn't lose my cool. Class ended and we all went for lunch. I ate quietly and quickly and worked on some homework. Then I was late for the activity. The activity was painting.

The activity was painting. Painting.

I like painting. I like painting when I am at home. I like painting all sorts of stuff. I don't like painting at french camp if we aren't going to learn french, nor do I like getting a fois jaune for being late to a ... breath ... to an afternoon activity.

I just about lost my cool. Then I painted a mustache on the person next to me.

I found my cool again.

Then I got a hug from a camper. I needed that hug. I forget how great unexpected hugs feel and how much we need them everyday, tout le mond.

Despite Dormis, I found my cool again. I am glad to have it back. I need to be able to recognize that there isn't anything happening that I can't cope with. That is to say if I am frustrated it isn't the event that's frustrating, it's me that's frustrated with the event. I can cope with anything.

The painting turned out to be a fun activity in the end. Mine turned out really good.

Miss you lots,

--b

Where I'm at

Mom,

I can't remember if you asked for my address or not. I am pretty sure you did, but if you didn't then you can disregard this message.

This is where
the address
would go if it
were personal
message to
my mother
Moncton, NB
J2T A3K

I don't really think you'd need to put all that on a letter. I am sure my name, the name of the university program, and Explore Program written somewhere on it would be enough to get it to me.

or not get anything to me if you didn't ask for the address.

that is all. i am going to bed now. i am sorry that i've been writing only in french recently. I hope Mandy's been helping you out with it, or that you've been learning a bit along with me.

talk to you soon.

--b

Tu es comique, ha ha!

je n'ai pas de pantoufles. Mon pied a froid la nuit. Puet-etre, c'est bon d'avons froid aux pieds, mais je ne sais pas parsce.

je n'ai pas de pantoufles.

j'ai des bas, beaucoup des bas. Mes bas gardent mes pied aux chaud, mais je pensce que les pantoufles sont plus élégants.

mes mains sont jalouses parsce ils n'y pas de gants plus élégants mais je ne cherche pas pour des gant pour mes mains.

some poetry

S'enflammer

J'ai enflammé ma soeur
et sionner le feu
quand elle déborde
et me mord



Le lune

la lune est fait du fromage
peut-etre
je n'ai pas visiter
donc ca deveait etre fait du fromage
je ne sais pas



Le Sourteneur

"ou es mon aregent?"
ill dit avec patience
elle pleure un petit peu
parce que sa patience
n'est pas

English Practice

Dear mom,

Here at camp we've entered the third week an are quickly approaching the midway point. This morning my class were asked several questions in order to test our oral ability.

J'as pence I did okay.

Tomorrow we write another test that will test our writing ability. I think I could have made the previous sentence work better, but I am out of practice. Since I am not overtly worried about English at this moment I'm simply going to move on.

In order to prepare for the test I decoded to write this post, and so far it's done nothing to help me. I've used three french words in what is likely the wrong tense and I even think I spelled the one wrong.

What will likely help me more are the stacks of journal entries i've been meaning to input. I've written one for every day I've been here and I plan to set them to post automatically over the next few days.

So, ah. Stay tuned for that.

I hop you are well, and make sure to keep dad out of trouble.

Love,

--b

je pense

je pense j'ecrise mon petit journal après le corrections de ma professeur

le 3 juin, 2010,

Je pens que c'est pluvieux mais j'ai oublié mon imperméable et mes gants. Peut-etre j'achetaerai un autre imperméable et les autre gants mais j'ai oublié ma portefeuille. C'est dommage. Je m'en veux!

not long boarding

I fell and hurt myself. I am pretty sure I am okay, but I did fall and hurt myself.

The day after the cat started taking not-valium I started long-boarding with a helmet. I did a few little hills, went around the block a couple of times and put it back inside. Once I tumbled off the board onto the front lawn of a lady a few houses down from the Cat's house.

For letting me crash on her lawn I helped her unload her patio set.

The board went away and the Cat and I went back into the house to jump on all the furniture and pee on DVD's and hiss at people who came in the door.

Well, we would have hissed at people if anyone came in the door or if the cat hadn't been doped up. As it turned out it was just me peeing on things and running wild around the place.

The Dog wasn't sure what to do so she just kept doing what she was doing which wasn't much at all.

Later on that same fortnight I started long-boarding sans helmet, which is a whole lot worse of an idea than it sounds. Although had I the chance to do it again I likely still wouldn't have put on a helmet, but took that helmet and put it on my right elbow. It would make a lot more sense than the cover up I am now applying daily.

Bruises are hard to hide, really hard.

The good news is the board did not get wrecked, it was safely returned to the owner. My elbow is terribly pissed off at me though, and tells me this whenever it can, although it doesn't get that chance very often.

It is getting that chance right now, though. So this is the end of this post.

I am doing well and no longer studying long-boarding. I've decided to put that energy into learning french, it is a whole lot safer.

Talk to you soon.

--b

inaudibilities

Dear Mom,

I went to a dance club on Friday. It was exactly what a dance club should be. It had a big screen where the dancers where told how to dance and what to drink and fast to drink said drinks.

They were told to drink them very fast.

Apparently they were told to dance poorly, dress scandalously and yell inaudible things that likely shouldn't be said at all.

I didn't hear the big screen people tell anyone that, but then again I wasn't watching anything all that closely.

What someone should have told the Dance Bar was that it wasn't a Dance Bar, it was a Country Bar. Or perhaps someone should have told the sign guy and the guy who dressed the big dudes at the door and the little girls with the quickly drinkable drinks that it was a dance bar, not a country bar.

That way they could have avoided the embarrassing wide brim hats, corsets and Rockin' Rodeo sign out front.

They could have also avoided the disco ball saddle.

That's right, a disco ball saddle.

I think the people at this camp should start using those Big Screen people to teach us students French, because the people at the bar that night sure got the drink-a-lot-of-drinks-fast message. The big guy with the shaved head sure did, I think he even got the message a few times. I think he even started on The Message while he was shaving his head, because he left a bit in the middle that turned itself into a feux hawk. He then got The Message twice more at the bar and decided to pick a little guy up and yell inaudible things at him that shouldn't have been said at all. The little guy wasn't saying too much which I am sure was because he thought Big Guy might rip his little arms off like a Wookie.

A Wookie is what the big bear thing from Star Wars is. He sounds a bit like a loose fan belt.

The night ended soon after that, and appeared to end well. The little guy kept his arms and Big Guy was finally overcome by the bouncers. They had been outside removing a few other guys where were just as good of listeners as the big guy was.

Perhaps even better.

Bonne Nuit Maman,

--b

et une autre thing

Salut Maman,

Fun Fact about Twenteens #15,

They ask odd questions at the oddest times that exist in no other realm of reality than their own.

...
"Oui, je suis vingt et un." étudiant un
"Merci et enchanté." étudiant deux

"Excuse me. This is really off topic, but what do the green and blue garbage bags mean?"

The disbelief must have been written across my face because Alternative met my gaze with one of agreement when I drifted away from Twenteen's direction generale.

That just happened? I mumble. Alternative shrugs her les épaules the way they must in l'alberta. Prof cocks her head to the side come a confused chien might, but quickly regains her composure and patiently answers the question. I asked myself if I was in a grade one class.

Once Prof settled the confusion surrounding the Moncton recycle program we went on to recite l'alphabet.

Later, unprovoked, un étudiant from un autre salle de classe would describe mon Prof as having kindergarten teacher qualities.

I smile because I don't know how to agree with her en fransaise.

--b

Sent avec amour from Nowhere, Nouveau Bruswick

Jour Trois

Dear Maman,

fun fact about twenteens #7

Take away their langage premier they turn twenty-something.

Peace. Pour a petit temps, anyways. They soon discovered that their English hadn't actually been taken away, they had just been tricked. They needed only to not speak while the counselors where near and the could continue on as they did during their last four years.

Maintenant, je digress. Because I will quickly run out of things to talk about if I stick with this group of girls, but mostly parce que there really isn't as many twenteens as I make there out to be.

I think there is actually only one, and she is beginning to come around.

The real issue is that I do not know any French whatsoever, in fact I have only just realized that speaking french is a beauxcoup difficile than I imagined.

If I had more time I would go deeper into how discouraged I became playing Trivial Pursuit, however the details are insignifiant.

Bonne Nuit,

--b

Sent with amour from Nowhere, Particular.