So, this was sent to my by someone else, because she thought the original person was pulling it out of her ass:
"I'm French (bilingual) and wouldn't it be "Pour que mon propre vie"? Because Edward is male, and "mon" is masculine, while "ma" if feminine? I'm not sure whether life is masculine or feminine though. But yeah, something to think about."
So... She's FRENCH. (Really???)
And she isn't sure if "life" is FEMININE or MASCULINE. (Dictionary? I know not what this is!) And she thinks that it's the gender of the person instead of the noun that determines the ma/mon?
And she's FRENCH?
But it should definitely be MASCULINE because it's about EDWARD the SPARKLY VAMPIRE.
How hard can it be, my Film professor asks, you only have to watch a film, and write a page about it.
How hard can it be, my French lit professor says, you only have to read 72 pages, and write a page about it.
How hard can it be, my Shakespeare professor says, you only have to read Jew of Malta and the last two acts of Merchant of Venice
How hard can it be, my Grammar professor says, you only have to read a short story, three chapters of La Symphonie Pastorale, prepare a 5 minute presentation, do 12 pages of the workbook, and write a two page paper.
How hard can it be, my boss says, you only have to work 18 hours, and that's split over two days.
Oh weekend, how hard can you be, I only have to watch a film, write a page about it, read 72 pages and write a page about it, read Jew of Malta and the last two acts of Merchant of Venice, read a short story three chapters of La Symphonie Pastorale, prepare a 5 minute presentation, do 12 pages of the workbook, and write a two page paper, and work 18 hours this weekend.
In an effort to use more of my French, I have recklessly made an account on equideow.com's gaia server. What is equideow? It's a web based game where you raise a horse. (For the record, I have a little Paint palomino filly that I've named Lacey.)
The part that first got my attention is that to open various areas of the site, you need to pass simple horse knowledge exams.
So far I've learned that a horses coat is called a robe in French, and that the whinny is le hennissement. I've managed to pass the first test (after failing five times!) and that unlocked the jobs area, and I'm now employed as a groom ( palefrenier) at another user's equestrian center. This means every day I log on, my account will gain 70 currency points for the next three weeks (which is as long as my contract with the stable lasts.)
I believe that as I gain currency, I can buy other horses, and it looks like when they get older I could breed them if I wanted, but we'll see where I manage to go from here. Hopefully I won't accidentally kill her by misunderstanding something really stupid. >.> My account name there is Jessa, but I'm not sure if you can see my account (and horsie!) if you don't have an account too...
I'm crashed out at Starbucks at the moment, with the wrapper of my now-finished Huevos Rancheros Wrap and an empty container from my Strawberries & Crème Frappuccino.
I want a nap. Oh, do I want a nap. *yawns*
Today was the last day of school -- only finals left for the term. I've finished my French 302 final already, and submitted it earlier today to my prof, so that's one less thing to deal with. Of course, I still have an epic final for my French Lit class, and my French Phonetics class.
Speaking of French Phonetics... We were ninja! final'd in that class. The entire class had thought the oral final was when we each chose a poem to read to him at the mid-term oral, and then at the end the final was a second presentation of it, presumably to show how much our pronunciation had improved.
Or so we thought.
Because in the last 10 minutes of the last class, he told us that he was going to email us the information for our oral final on Monday, to be done by Thursday, the day of the written final. We still had to record and submit an mp3 of our reading (that I had done, and turned in early so I'd have less to worry about finals week), but it wasn't the final.
.....
So I will apparently have an extra final, one that I can't even plan for until finals week. When I have to manage to fit preparing for it (and taking it!) in the middle of my other finals. Which are not going to be easy finals, as the French Lit is comprehensive and therefore covers two centuries of history and authors, and the phonetics written exam is going to be absolutely grueling if it's anything like the mid-term.
Today I was able to register for classes for Spring term. This strikes me as odd, as it's mid-terms week. One would think that the school would like some conformation that you may indeed be capable of passing the class before letting you sign up for the sequel.
I was up at the absolute crack of dawn to sign up, because one of my favorite profs (Professor Ott) was teaching a seminar 407 class (the one that history majors have to take twice, but it's a different subject every time) on Lords and Lordship in Medieval Europe. Not only does it count as a required class for my major, it's something I can use for inspiration for my Court Rogue stories. Well... If I ever get the free time to write more. *facepalm*
I'm also taking another history class that covers the French Revolution and Napoleon (presumably the first). I'm hoping I can talk my adviser into letting that count for both my history degree and my French one. Also, the obligatory French 303. I'm switching French profs this term, because although I adore Professeur Corrie, by switching to Balland's I can have Fridays off. As in, with no work or school.
I'm not quite sure what to do with a day off, having had either work or school (or both) every day for the last six months. I'm sure I'll think of something. *grin*
Our controls from last Friday were returned today -- I got an 86%. Not too bad, with my test anxiety and all. Of course, we're going to be having these every Friday, and I fear I may have a nervous breakdown at least once.
We're finishing up with Phèdre in my Lit class. Thank heavens it's nearly over. Not to spoil the ending for you all, but nearly everyone dies; my first though was relief that it limited the opportunity for a sequel.
Handsome Man and I got a check in the mail today from the VA. Something to do with the mortgage and how long we've been paying it, and we think we're going to use the money to buy a microwave. First though, that meant putting the money in the bank, and this meant Great Excitement for Keebler because he come to come along. While Handsome Man was in the bank, Keebler and I waited outside (which was TORTURE for a certain black and white Border Collie) and I noticed an interesting trend. When people walked past us to go into the bank, they always ignored us, but when they came out of the bank, they always made cooing approving noises at Keebler along the lines of, "lookie the cute puppy!"
It struck me as a little odd. Keeber, on the other hand, approved of the attention.
I'm starting to feel hungry, and we need to go to the grocery store before any food can be cooked, so I need to pull Handsome Man away from Warhammer. Food!
It's not you, I promise. It's me. And my homework, which seems to be endeavoring to kill me. Take right now, for example, I'm supposed to be writing a paper on two monologues that take place in "Phèdre" for my French lit class. I also keep checking my IM to see if Schefflera has logged in, because I haven't spoken to her in forever and I miss talking to her.
...This is not making my essay efforts go any faster. It doesn't help that I'm not especially fond of this play. It's a French take on a Greek tragedy, and I don't like the characters in general. Phèdre is a weak-willed spineless twat, her husband Thésée simply wanders off and no one knows where he is for six months (who is this pissed when he comes back and everyone assumed he was dead and got on with their lives), and Hippolyte (Thésée's bastard son with the Queen of Amazons, the MORTAL ENEMY of Phèdre) has of course fallen in love with the daughter of his father's MORTAL ENEMY, and had his step-mother fall in love with him as well. But she can't help it, because Venus CURSED her family -- after all, it's not as bad as her mother, who had sex with a bull and gave birth to the Minotaur.
At no point is it explained why anyone would marry a woman who had been cursed to fail in all of her romantic attempts. It really reminds me of nothing so much as a 17th century version of Twilight. *facepalm* I like the play we're reading in my Grammar class so much better. It's at least ridiculous and funny, not angst ridden and so... "WOE IS ME!!!" I have the serious urge to buy these people dark eyeliner, white foundation, and some black nail polish.
*sigh* I should post up the translation of one of the monologues, because they're just that bad.
Handsome Man and I have the tradition of opening one present Christmas Eve night -- but the trick is that we get to pick each other's present to open. I opened the CD collection of The Who: Live at the Royal Albert Hall. Squee! He pointed out that all of the CSI songs were in this 25 song set. *grin* It's playing on the Xbox now.
He got a measuring cup. More accurately, the Equal Measure measuring cup from ThinkGeek. He's very excited to use it tomorrow. With measurements like "amount of table salt in a large human" and "two billion grains of powered sugar" who wouldn't be?
Keebler got a present early as well... a migrator goose. I'm amazed, he's had it for almost six hours now and hasn't completely de-stuffed it. This may be a new record. We'll see tomorrow when he get's Pheasant (the fifth).
Tonight I made hot spiced apple cider. No, not the instant kind. I bought some (organic honeycrisp) apple cider, and mulling mix, and cooked it. It is delicious, and I fear I may have gotten Handsome Man addicted just in time for honeycrisp season to end. Oh well.
I got my grades as well... straight Bs. I'm a little miffed about that, because it's the first time EVER I've gotten a B in a history class (and it was by POINT FIVE PERCENT) but this teacher is a notoriously harsh grader. I shudder to think what everyone else got. However, for French? *celebrates* I got a B in the class my other French class was the PREREQUISITE for.
So, in French Lit we are reading Marie de France's Lanval
The epic, let me show you it:
Lanval: Woe is me! King Arther was giving out presents, and I did not get one! How could he forget me, as I am the son of a King who lives Very Far Away, and am so vallent, generous, and beautiful? I am going to ride my horse to the river and heroically sulk!
Horse: Dude, you suck. I'm going to dump you and wander away and leave you here to be emo by yourself.
Two Gorgeous Women: Hey! Lanval, our mistress wants to talk to you. You will go because she is sexy.
Lanval: Sweet! Someone recognizes my awesomeness!
Hot Faerie: Lanval, I have come from a place Very Far Away to have sex with you. If you promise not to tell anyone about me, I'll have sex with you every night, because I am a Faerie, and thus do not have periods, or ever get pregnant. But if you ever tell anyone about me, you'll never see me again.
Lanval: I can totally keep my trap shut that I'm having nightly sex with an extremely hot woman.
Queen Guinevere: Lanval, you are the best looking of my husband's knights. Have sex with me tonight.
Lanval: Sorry Queen, I have a hotter woman to have sex with than you.
Queen Guinevere: Arther! Lavnal tried to rape me! When I protested, he then said his girlfriend is prettier than me!
Arther: He said his girlfriend was hotter than you? Arrest that man!
Jury of Old Men: He said his girlfriend was sexier than the queen? These are Very Serious Charges.
Lanval: Woe is me!
Two Gorgeous Women: Better make up your guest room, our Super Sexy Mistress is coming to town.
Hot Faerie: As you can see, I am far sexier than the queen.
Jury of Old Men: We agree, she's sexier than the queen. All charges against Lanval must be dropped.
Lanval: You were mean to me! I'm riding away with my Hot Faerie and you'll never see me again!
The End.
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Yeah. That's pretty much it. The whole rape thing? Never heard of again.
amused
rushed
bored
sleepy
hungry
busy
happy