Don't even try to pretend that's Big Fishy

At Varietes on Tuesday afternoon, I promised Lea that I would be at Oral in the afternoon on Wednesday.  I'm now not convinced that that class is actually Oral because all we did was grammar and everyone else called it Grammaire, so I think I just read the schedule wrong.  But anyways, we were both there, and I did well.  I sat next to this girl from Portugal (I'm really sorry I've forgotten your name already) and she said that she likes my accent.

American accents are her favorite.  YASS.  Everyone else just wants to be British and looks down on my Merican-ness.  She was telling me about some movie that she likes to watch because it has an American in it trying to learn French and she likes how it sounds.  So of course I told her to watch A Bout de Souffle which has the girl from Marshalltown, Iowa because her accent should be nearly identical to mine.

I couldn't remember who directed it, though I knew there was a thing about the directors fighting and that one of them was Godard, but I didn't know which one got credit for it.

Here's the IMDb link for it, though it really isn't that fabulous--better than 400 Coups if I remember correctly.  http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053472/

From there I went to the mall to pick up my pants (or maybe I did that in the morning?  I don't remember).  These pants are literally the best thing that's happened to me since I bought my new sweatpants this weekend.  I don't have a full-length mirror in my room, so I went down to the lobby where the wall is a mirror and I took pics to show my mother their excellence.  I looked really really odd posing in the lobby while everyone else was getting ready to go out to dinner.  Here you go, so you can experience the awkwardness of my poses:

Not only do my pants have an excellent hem (for 5 euros!!!!) they have POCKETS 4 DAYZZ.  I can fit my entire hand in my pocket.  I can even fit my iPhone in its Otterbox in my pocket.  It's insanity.

From putting my pants on I ate some dinner.  I don't remember what.

And then I went down to the miroir d'eau to play flunky ball with everybody.  It was super fun.  Then we played that game that in German is called "See, Saw, Soo" (or some german spelling of these sounds) which I guarantee I have played in America.  You put your hands together and everybody is standing in a circle pretending they have a sword and then one person "cuts" someone across the circle and says "see" and that person has to raise their sword and say "saw" and the people next to them say "soo" and cut in sideways and then the person lowers their sword to cut someone else.

They also attempted to play a German version of Big Fishy which they called "concentration" and is nothing like Concentration 64.  But anyways, in this version, you were sitting down and then you just always kept your number and if you messed up you were out.  But really this only challenges people who don't pay attention or can't keep a beat and has nothing to do with having to move forward or backward and remember your new number.  If I'm always 15 and there's no Big Fishy, what's really the point of the game?

Then I went home because it was cold and late.