Huh! Haven't updated this in months. Well, its 4.33 am, I'm supposed to be studying, so clearly...LJ time!
I've been reading my previous entries and they make me sound like I'm some kind of french-obsessed  journalism-hating lesbian.I can't help it that french is, on most days, awesome (though, god, there are a few of retards in my class that make me want to kill myself. SHUT THE FUCK UP BLONDIE. NOBODY CARES WHAT YOU THINK. SHUT UP. And I'm still gobsmacked at the whole 'Yeh Australia is all sunshine lolipops and rainbows!' sentiment held by Toorak/Prahran/South Yarra contingent. Of course you've never been discriminted against you white upper class mongrels). And I can't help that Alanis is still amazing. I want to drown in her songs. They hit me deep, man (I am such a 90's wanker).
I've reconsidered the whole Journalism issue. I think I do want to be a journalist after all. For one thing, I've got the investigative journalism *coughstalkertendenciescough* down pat. Also, my International jrn tutor says I'd be pretty damn good at it. I'm not sure I believe her, but I think I'd be cheating myself if I didn't at least give it a shot. I really like the idea of being an international journalist actually. Sri Lanka, Afganistan, East Timor, here I come. Besides, my love of teaching is starting to wane. This is mostly due to my bloody, bloody students who drive me up the wall. For gods sake, I'm here to teach you, not write your damned essays for you. But I can always revert back to it if my grand plan of reporting international issues fails.
My birthday in three days. Twenty years old. Jeez I'm getting old. I wonder what the ciggarette laws are in France? Do I have to be twenty one to buy them? Can I smoke anywhere?
Sigh.
France, baby, come December, we're gunna get wild.
 

It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I say
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Saying that I better
Shut up and sing or my life will be over....

I'm discovering a newfound love for the Dixie Chicks atm.

Also, the next time anyone hears me say something stupid like "I love French", I want you to hit me over the head with a baseball bat.

Stupid bloody french.
 

Hello everyone!

Haven’t had much of a chance to update because the comp I’m currently using is at the uni where we only get a half hour break in the middle of a four hour class. Fun Fun. Actually, to be perfectly honest, it is fun, because I’m in the beginner class and for once I’m the smart one! Tres awesome.

Its bloody hot here. I keep going on and on about it but it really is. I’m thirsty all the time. Yay for adequate hydration.

Met my host family a couple of nights ago. They’re nice and under different circumstances I think we could have been friends. There’s the mother, Donzillia who broke her leg before I got there and has been hobbling around without crutches despite the fact that she looks like a retard doing it (she does have crutches; I just don’t know why she doesn’t use them). Two daughters, Clara 19 and Audrey 18, and a son, Tibou. I think that’s how its spelt. I’ve been given his room, poor thing. It a nice room, lots of space and a bookshelf full of Asterix comics (I love Asterix) but the bed creaks horribly. Like, I can’t blink an eyelash without hearing a very loud “ SCCCCCCCCCCCCRRREEEEEEECHHHHHCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKK”. Yeh not fun for me, that.

Haven’t been bitten by a disease-riddled mosquito yet which is good.

Haven’t taken a lot of photos yet (relatively speaking) and what I have is mostly scenery. Its very beautiful here but it just doesn’t have the same effect in a photo.

Sigh. Must run now, Jean-Pierre calls. Time for class.