Bored in the Burbs

Verlan

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 09:14:50 -0600

Verlan:

dailyfrench:

|vehr’lan|

OMGOMGOMG I LOVE VERLAN!

Save the pandas!

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 13:06:21 -0600

Save the pandas!

I love Katamari.

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 12:51:13 -0600

I love Katamari.

Sometimes I get a craving for awesomely bad pop music.

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 12:33:31 -0600

Sometimes I get a craving for awesomely bad pop music.

Terra Plana Novi Ski Leather Boots. Will be in my possession on...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 12:01:49 -0600

Terra Plana Novi Ski Leather Boots.

Will be in my possession on Christmas.

Cocktail trinken, Discotheken

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 11:04:50 -0600

(via jessicachu) Encouragement.

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:42:45 -0600

(via jessicachu)

Encouragement.

copycats: I Wish It Was Christmas Today by Julian...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:36:52 -0600

copycats:

I Wish It Was Christmas Today by Julian Casablancas
originally by Jimmy Fallon, Horatio Sanz, Tracy Morgan and Chris Kattan

For reference, here’s the original as it appeared on SNL. —Nathaniel James

I LOVE THIS SONG!

I am such an idiot.

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 19:05:52 -0600

I left for swim practice. After getting halfway to the pool, I realized that I put on my zip-up hoodie without having a shirt on underneath. And then, when I park my car and get out, I realize that I left an hour early for practice. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO TO KILL AN HOUR???

"Mon image, je m’en fous."

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 10:03:09 -0600

“Mon image, je m’en fous.”

- Sandrine Quétier (via buzzle)

"I would like to preface this post by saying that I have just eaten an entire baguette."

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 09:46:24 -0600

“I would like to preface this post by saying that I have just eaten an entire baguette.”

- tales of a twentysomething: French Women Don’t Get Fat; American Women In France Do

This little part right here just made my day - mostly because I know exactly what you mean and I’d do just about anything to get it back.

Oh la banque, la banque...

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 09:39:08 -0600

twentysomethingtales:

Really? Really?! So it has been…maybe a month or more since I opened my French bank account. It took about a week to set it all up, but the tricky part has been getting my debit card. I STILL do not have it. I have been stopping by the bank once or twice a week now to check in on it and my only answer is “it’s not ready.” Today, this was getting to be ridiculous. I just got a phone call from my favorite mysogynistic bank representative who told me why…

He had sent this official letter to verify that I live where I do. The postman would come, and I would sign a document, and then the postman would send it back to the bank. This went smoothly (again, over two weeks ago). On the phone he says, “You didn’t sign it.”

“Si si! I signed it! I told you…the postman came, I signed the thing.”

“Was it really you who signed?”

“I don’t understand…I just said I signed the paper…”

“It wasn’t accepted because the signature doesn’t match what’s on your passport.”

What? What does my signature on my passport look like? OH. Oh my God. The loopy cursive that I inscribed when I was 15 years old?! No joke, there is a heart as a dot above the i. Man, they let you have passports for a long time before they expire.

“Ohhhhhh. Mais, sorry but I wrote that when I was 15. I don’t think at 15 I had an official signature…it’s the handwriting of a teenager.” I didn’t mean to be so rude about this…but c’mon…I had signed about a gabillion documents for the bank in the past few weeks. In the presence of Mr. Representative. I even remember him COMMENTING on this.

So now, tomorrow, I must go in to pass the signature test. And in theory…I should be armed with a carte bleue on Tuesday.

Yay French bureaucracy! At least you made it past the first step: In order to open a bank account, you have to have a permanent residence. But in order to have a permanent residence (lease an apartment), you have to have a bank account! What fun!

Well hello, Google Wave!

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 00:43:51 -0600

Didn’t expect to see you around these parts!

My diet may be bland, but I like it.

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 22:25:48 -0600

My diet may be bland, but I like it.

GPOYW, Halloween Edition. I call him: Sergeant Sexy.

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 10:26:22 -0600

GPOYW, Halloween Edition. I call him: Sergeant Sexy.

Jimmy: DAVID!

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 09:57:16 -0600

Jimmy: DAVID!
Me: JIMMY!
Jimmy: WHAT ARE YOU DOING
Me: I'M IN CLASS
WHY ARE WE YELLING
Jimmy: BECAUSE I'VE HAD TOO MUCH COFFEE ALREADY TODAY
i'm thinking about running out to get a scented candle
how do you like that idea?

jessicachu:kindacarsick: I have a Pi ice cube tray. It makes...

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 22:00:55 -0600

jessicachu:kindacarsick:

I have a Pi ice cube tray. It makes my Diet Coke happy.

fuckyeahsubways: Istanbul (via CanKozba.photography) Word of...

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 18:06:02 -0600

fuckyeahsubways:

Istanbul (via CanKozba.photography)

Word of the wise: Istanbul’s subway sucks.

"A dog’s entire world revolves around its primary owner, and it will respond to that person to get what it wants, usually food, treats or affection."

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 14:57:47 -0600

katiebakes:

Aw, this article about the way dogs think is just the best thing ever.

By giving dogs language learning and other tests devised for infants and toddlers, Dr. Coren has come up with an intelligence ranking of 100 breeds, with border collies at No. 1. He says the most intelligent breeds (poodles, retrievers, Labradors and shepherds) can learn as many as 250 words, signs and signals, while the others can learn 165. The average dog is about as intellectually advanced as a 2- to 2-and-a-half-year-old child, he has concluded, with an ability to understand some abstract concepts. For example, the animal can get “the idea of being a dog” by differentiating photographs with dogs in them from photographs without dogs.

I assume by language learning they mean something other than HI THERE FRIEND, HI LIL GUY, WHO’S A GUHHH DOG? WHO’S MY BUB? IT’S A GUHH PUPPYYY HI DOGGYWOGGYBUBBYLDSFJKSDLFJSDF

We speak the same Dog-Talk!

Today is the first time I've ever apologized to a professor after handing in a test.

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 13:58:06 -0600

There’s a first time for everything, I guess.