Oh man, today is Stan's birthday--so will someone please tell Stan that I say happy birthday? because I know he doesn't read this, but I'm thinking his girlfriend might! Its also Kevin Kerr (from fencing)'s birthday. He's hardcore old. Like 22 old. And hardcore like, living in France. So...happy birthday to him! I hope some day he comes back to us because he loves us and remembers us and knows that the CUTE TEAM is forever! (*momentary pause for all the jokes that could be inserted here, but shall not be*)

I would like to take this opportunity to say that I secretly love MAX123, and I know I should hate it because it keeps me up until 3am doing work but its work that I secretly love and even though the professor's a huge jerk, I know that he's secretly awesome and he only acts that way to make us mad and its awesome. Like today, he really wanted someone to disagree with the National Foreign Policy, so I decided to be like "I don't like preemptive strikes" and we got into a hardcore arguement that included him being like "If I was holding a gun to your head, cocked, you wouldn't shoot me?" and to defend my position I was like "I'd feel hardcore bad" and then at the end he was like "I feel safe around you" and I was like "try not to pull a gun to my head" and he was like "I'll try to not put a gun to your head" and then I felt a little better. It was secretly good times.

IR on the other hand makes me sad because it is so immensly boring that I cry myself to sleep, and she makes us read the most boring textbook ever written that's like "This is what an alliance is" and we all know what an alliance is, so then we get to class and she says "I'm going to tell you what an alliance is." and then she says "who knows what an alliance is?" and then we go around the room for like 10 minutes while everyone says what they think an alliance is (there's secretly not 10 minutes worth of discussion over what it is) and then she'll tell us the textbook definition and then she'll explain it and then we'll write it down and then she'll be like "so an alliance is a group of friendly nations" and then we will repeat that entire thing for the next word. It makes me sad. Plus its at 8am. Plus I went to bed at 3:30. So I spend the entire time having a freakout about what I want to do with my life and then I'll think about Europe and get butterflies in my stomach and realize that I do NOT want to be an anthropologist or a historian, because I WANT TO BE A DIPLOMAT. And now that I have convinced you, I must continue on with my life.

But now onto the most exciting news of my life...last night...I fenced... a GIRL. Yes, a real live girl--and not just that--there were TWO OTHER GIRLS THERE. THERE WERE THREE GIRLS AT FENCING. I have NEVER had that many girls at fencing (at SU) before. In the beginning of the year, once, Jackie came, but she never came back, and then Cash tried to teach his girlfriend sabre a few times but she looks like she's 12 and he has a thing for breaking sabres and....yeah, so the moral is...the girls foil team was at fencing last night and it made my life. I kept freaking out at them and being like "let's have a girls meeting!" so we sat down and had a girls meeting and then Mike came and sat down and I was like "this is for girls only" (take THAT for all the times that you talked about having a beard growing contest!) and then he was like "too bad" so he sat down and the rest of the guys who weren't currently fencing sat down with us. So anyway, Louisa was like "so what are your names and what are your majors?" and she goes around, Lauren, me, Greg, Mike, and we get to George and we have the following conversation:

Mike: (calmly, prodding) George? What is your major?
George: (startled) psychadelic waves bounce off objects under the sea.
All: *stare in confusion*
Louisa: that's your major?
George: yes.
Louisa: what college is that in?
George: Arts and Sciences.

....and that, in a nutshell, is George defined. Well, that and "Sure is sunny out" which makes my life.

and the moral is....THERE WERE GIRLS AT FENCING AND I FREAKED OUT. No one was more excited then me. I was so hyper. It was awesome. It made my life. I've been ranting about it for about a year now, but it was SO great to not be the only girl...because...wow. It was awesome.

French class is hard...to take..because we talk about things that make my heart sad inside. Like little roads in Paris, and I cry myself to sleep.

~La fin.~

ps thanks Sarah for the hot picture :)