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You know what is the poubelle?

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(no subject)	[Jun. 26th, 2006\|04:31 pm]
I was facebooking today, and started looking at pictures, and I saw this girl and the first thing I thought was that she would be better looking as a man. Which is really unfortunate. For her. In other news, it's going to be harder than I thought to leave the French bf. I really acquired him too late in the stay here, but oh well. I don't really have much to say.
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This happened to me in March, but it's finally making it online	[May. 27th, 2006\|02:36 pm]
On Sunday, I was in my room not doing a whole lot, when I decided to spend some time in front of the mirror. Really, I don’t even remember what I was looking at, nothing much, probably just making some faces and thinking about how dark my hair has been looking since my haircut. I turn around, and somehow manage to trip over something, either computer or speaker wires that are just kind of hanging out in my room. I think it was the speaker wire, and I clearly remember Svet telling me that I should not plug in my speakers like that because I was going to end up tripping on them. But on Sunday, the wire wasn’t plugged in, it was just sitting on my floor, so I wasn’t really paying much attention to it. I turned around from my “mirror time” and somehow managed to seriously trip on the speaker wire despite the fact that it was on the ground. My speakers went flying across my room, but that’s not a serious problem. The real problem involved a burning candle and a lot of melted wax. I had a scented candle burning on the table right in front of my speakers, and in sending the speakers flying across the room, I also managed to send the aforementioned candle and wax flying. There was and still is a lot of green candle wax everywhere. On books. On paper. On lesson plans. On my pencil case. On my rug. And of course, a lot ended up on the floor. So while I was in trip recovery, all the wax managed to rapidly cool down, and hardened all over my room. I guess I should be glad that none of it made it onto my bed, because that would be a real tragedy. The sad and slightly pathetic part of the story is that I actually picked up my speakers and got them back into place before I even noticed the candle catastrophe. After I realized the entirety of what happened, I walked into the kitchen and explained my situation to a couple of roommates, who collectively handed me a butter knife and wished me good luck. I got to work scraping wax first off the books, then throwing away the waxed paper, then going to work on my floor. After I had a sizeable pile of wax shaving, an unfortunate result of butter knifing the floor, I swept up that mess, and thought about how to go to work on the rug and pencil case. As the butter knife had no effect on them, I went back to my roommates to get some wax advice. The best I can figure is that I need to buy some kind of crappy towel that I can iron the wax onto and then throw away. That hasn’t been done yet. So besides the green wax that is still hanging out in my room, the most unfortunate side effect of the whole situation is that now my floors are as if they have just been waxed, meaning slippery. That’s just what I need. I already fell on non slippery floors, so all I can really do is just remember not to walk around in socks, and wait for the next fall. And I guess not light anymore candles for more than five minutes. I mean, not that much wax can melt in five minutes, right?
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[May. 27th, 2006|02:08 pm]

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Oh the livejournal. I started it way back in the day so I could tell a funny story about myself...Karen, if you're reading, you know what I mean. Cause tripping in the streets of Charleston is funny.

So I'm back, and I'm going to tell funny stories. I hope you are all ready. And by all, the possible 5 or so people that might actually read this. :o)

I was at the bus stop yesterday, minding my own business, you know, waiting, and a man walked out of a gated house across the street. He was just kind of swinging his keys around, and they flew out of his hand and into a gutter, the kind that goes directly in the sewer. It was amazing, some kind of mad skill that I don't see very often. So he looks pissed, then really confused, and proceeded to lay down on the side of the street to get a better view. They were pretty far down there, apparantly. He gets out his phone and calls his friend, from the house he just excited. He comes out and joins him on the ground, so now there are two middle-aged men lying in the street, trying to decide what to do. The non-key thrower goes back inside the gate, and emerges with a giant pick ax. Why a person who lives in the middle of a town owns one of those, I don't know. But he does, so he uses that to lift the man hole cover, and they both just stare down there. For a while. (It's a good think my bus was late, or else I might have missed all this.) So the key owner picks up the ax, and by this time the other guy has wandered back inside the gate, but the key owner fished his keys out with the giant tool, and tosses them onto the sidewalk. He puts the cover back on the man hole thing, and he just stood there, looking at his keys. I know he was having a huge internal debate about whether or pick them up, or leave them there and get something from the house to use to pick them up. Totally something I would have done. Almost like, yeah I have the keys, but they were just in the SEWER. Do I really want to just grab them? So he finally decides to pick them up and walked back inside the gate, and around that time the bus came. The funny thing is the guy kept looking at me because he knew I must have seen everything. And I was trying my hardest to not start laughing out loud, right there. Cause I know he felt stupid. So that was yesterday.

A few days ago, I was sitting in this very internet cafe, and some guy was really wasted (in the middle of the afternoon) and I guess he tried to hit the owner...at least that's what the owner told me later. So the owner called the police, and they showed up, and definitely started rolling their eyes when they saw the drunk, because I guess they know him well. My back was to them as they were talking, but the drunk got taken out in handcuffs. Meanwhile I was watching outside, and I couldn't even begin to count the number of people that walked by and looked at me with great surprise. Like jaws gaping open, because I guess this is one of the most exciting things to happen in Macon for a while.

Also, around the same time, a little boy was being pushed by in a stroller, and got pissed about something and took a pine cone and threw it down on the ground. I don't know where he got a pine cone, but I just started thinking that wouldn't it be funny if we (as more grown people) did that when we were angry? Like hold on a second, I'm really pissed, I need to go find a pine cone and throw it down. Not only that, the little boy somehow had 2 pine cones hidden in his stroller with him, which just made the whole scene so much better!

That's all I got for now, I'm really trying to take some sort of pleasure in the little things that make me laugh, because without that, I would really be insane right now. I have that song stuck in my head:

I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot, cause I'm in hell

It's getting harder and harder to be okay with not having friends here. I just can't make them. I don't remember really having this problem before. The only people that are interested in talking to me are the ones that want to get in my pants. And this is all becoming to real for a slighty funny/amusing story post. Peace out.

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