idioteque

Maybe something is wrong with me.

Maybe not.

Some of you may remember Benoit, the French (actually Corsican) foreign exchange student my family "fell" into hosting. More specifically, how much the kid got on my nerves. Long story short, I was brother/dad while he was here. Maybe chaperon is a better word. You decide.

Anyway, a few days ago my dad mentioned that he had called, as he sometimes does. Today, whilst at work, I caught myself thinking about how I would like to go visit him. We had kinda poked around the idea while he was here, but I was never actually serious. Now I am. I'm kinda thinking "the island is beautiful, I'll get to see part of Europe, French girls, he'll be better in his home land, etc. to justify myself. Also, if such events occur, I would actually have to fly into London first. Thus, I would have to make a mandatory pit stop.

So tonight, after I got home from work at 8:00, end writing this post, study for my biology lab practical exam, study Spanish test, and finish writing two short stories I'm going to look for our Rosetta Stone stuff and start learning French. Well, maybe that will have to wait until tomorrow.

There have been a couple of signs pointing me in this direction lately too:

1) Fat girl in Spanish discovered that I sound French when I speak Spanish (very peculiar).

2) My fortune at the Chinese place said, "take any approaching opportunities to travel overseas because the opportunities may never resurface."