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Apparently I am very low on most people's priority list.

My best friend thinks it's perfectly OK to make plans and then run off with his lady friend. No call. No e-mail. Just me sitting here waiting for him like a fool. I think that is for bullshit.

Thanks a lot. Asshole.

Then there is the French teacher who knows I'm sucking it up and keeps making me answer all the hard questions. And by answer I do mean 'sound like a fucking idiot'.
It makes me want to forget the whole thing.

Merci. Putain.

My family persists in their attempts to make my life as valueless as possible. My uncle makes it a point to tell me how more money he is getting from the government and his former employer (NYC Dpt. Corrections). This is always followed by a "so what are you going to do with yourself now?"

Let me think...Oh yeah! SUFFER IN TERRIBLE PAIN EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE.

So that is always a fun conversation.

The rest I can't mention because they read this blog and hearing to them whine about what I write is tiresome.

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God save the queen I am going to fry today.

The oh-so-accurate weather people said it is going to be eighty today. Normally it would be no big thing but my AC is sitting on my bedroom floor. It is a small one but if I try to put it in the window I'll be out of commission for at least three days. I have class tomorrow and there is no way I'd make it all the way down to the city if I attempt to lift that bad boy.

Speaking of my class: I suck, so so bad, at French.

Yesterday my very talented teacher commented that out class was "very good; c'est bon". We had just listened to a tape and had to identify the verbal descriptions with the people we saw in our books. She said that what we had gotten straight away others "...Usually have to hear that 10 times before getting it right!" She joked that "maybe you are tricking me and already know the whole French language!?"

Yeah, I'm sure we do lady.

The real kick in the head came after she made this comment. She smiled widely and laughed at the everyone in the room. Then right at the very end she dropped her smile and looked right at me. Her eyes said that what she had just joked about didn't apply to me.

I was so hurt. It ruined my whole day.

I wanted to bolt from that room, cursing in Spanish at everyone in the building. I wanted to say "screw this bs" and forget the whole thing. But I do not quit. So I sat and waited for the end of class. I pondered how I would get myself to step up to the level of the class. There is only one other person I know that is haven't as much trouble with this as I am. I plan to solicit her attention and maybe form a study with some other class mates. Marilyn is an older woman and not sure she would feel comfortable taking the 'catch up' classes the school offers on Fridays. I think that forming a group of people who can talk about what we all did in the same class would work better.

It's worth a shot, right?

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This man is a real problem.

I was scanning C-Span this morning and came across the majority leader at an NRA annual event. He was going on and on about how wounded soldiers, with legs blown off, are sitting in theirs hospital beds thinking of how they can still contribute to this "great nation".

Are you fucking kidding me?

If I had to venture a guess I would think they are thinking 'how am I going to get through life without my fucking legs'. I seriously doubt that 20 year old with no education and no job skills, outside of professional warfare, is thinking about serving his country. Not even red necks are that patriotic.

I bring this up because as I watched him I realized that this joker has a good chance to get over on this sleeper country. He is setting himself up as the prince heir-apparent to the monster that is the republican party. I have visions of him swooping down each state and patting all the little worker bees on head with one hand and stealing their honey with the other. I see him sweet talking himself into the bible belt and strong arming everyone else. Rolling across the country with that smug sensibility that passes for charm in American politics.

I'm worried because I think everyone will fall for it.

This is his bio:

Tom DeLay serves as majority leader, the second ranking leader in the United States House of Representatives. He is responsible for developing the issues and policies that form the Republican agenda, in conjunction with committee chairmen and the rest of the leadership. DeLay sets the legislative schedule by selecting which bills the House will consider and the timing of their consideration. DeLay also coordinates House committees’ work to ensure national priorities are addressed.

In 2008, vote for Hillary or dance in the hellfire.

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Forget I told you this but in reviewing my past posts I've noticed some missing words.

And by some I mean: a tremendous amount.

I blame the vast left wing conspiracy and folk music made by anyone after 1979. The main complaint I have is that when I read them it takes me a few passes to notice it because my brain fills in the blanks. Thank the stars I don't speak in this fashion. Although it would be funny, it would wear on one after a short time.

But it would be funny.

This missing word thing stands to become hugely embarrassing/annoying as I venture further into the French language. I imagine myself gliding around Europe spouting out gems like: "Hello. My name David. What a wonderful we having. How you are?"

Pure beauty.

I can't wait.

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