I just had a fifteen minute conversation with Cleverbot, trying to get him to say peen, and then I accidentally closed the window. FML.
Yesterday I looked at my reflection in a window as I was walking around school and thought I looked like a German exchange student. This is also how I feel about my passport photo. Weird.
Happy birthday, Sarah!
PEENPEENPEENPEENPEEN! Even Megan's in on this joke!
PEEN!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Kensington est très fier!
In honor of acing another French quiz, here is my essay for your viewing pleasure, translated into English with the help of babelfish.
The prompt:
Describe IN DETAIL the place where you live. Do you live in a house or in an apartment? In what city is it? How many rooms are there? What are the different rooms and parts of your home? What are the furnishings of each room? What else is there? What are your activities in the different parts of your home?
* * *
I live at a comfortable house of the town of Sunnyvale. They is seven-parts. I live with my parents, my sister, my brother, and our trios cats. I want to buy another cat, but my parents are afraid to have four cats.
We have two stays. In a stay, there are a carpet, a television, and a settee. A cat, Kensington, he adores this settee. I make my duties on this settee with Kensington. Kensington is very proud! The other stay has also a settee and a television, but there is no carpet. The cats do not like this stay.
The kitchen is beside the first stay. Thursday, I cook. What will I make for the dinner this evening? I do not know!
Also, we have a beautiful garden. The garden is where my brother made of the aerobique one. I do not make the aerobique one. I prefer render visit with my cats.
* * *
I am probably the cutest French student. Babelfish is probably the cutest online translator.
The prompt:
Describe IN DETAIL the place where you live. Do you live in a house or in an apartment? In what city is it? How many rooms are there? What are the different rooms and parts of your home? What are the furnishings of each room? What else is there? What are your activities in the different parts of your home?
* * *
I live at a comfortable house of the town of Sunnyvale. They is seven-parts. I live with my parents, my sister, my brother, and our trios cats. I want to buy another cat, but my parents are afraid to have four cats.
We have two stays. In a stay, there are a carpet, a television, and a settee. A cat, Kensington, he adores this settee. I make my duties on this settee with Kensington. Kensington is very proud! The other stay has also a settee and a television, but there is no carpet. The cats do not like this stay.
The kitchen is beside the first stay. Thursday, I cook. What will I make for the dinner this evening? I do not know!
Also, we have a beautiful garden. The garden is where my brother made of the aerobique one. I do not make the aerobique one. I prefer render visit with my cats.
* * *
I am probably the cutest French student. Babelfish is probably the cutest online translator.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
I am thankful for
Chris Mitchell.
via facebook chat:
via facebook chat:
C: Kevin. Your music is lovely. I will get your EP in a music appreciating way, not a begrudging friend way.
Christopher is offline.
NO LIBERTIES.
Today in Anthropology, our frail-looking, tiny-voiced, Indian-accented teacher got fed up with ambient chit chat.
"Why do you do this? Are you like this in your other classes?"
Everyone of course fell silent then, for basically the first time. She really wanted an answer. She approached a single student.
"You. Why do you talk in my class? Why do you come to class if you are going to talk?"
I think most people would be humbled by this experience, or at least be annoyed/embarrassed enough to concede and do what she wanted. This b-hole, however, decided to argue that he wasn't even talking, and when that didn't work, that he at least wasn't talking while she was talking. Various annoyed mumbles of "god," "fuck," and "¡Dios mío!" ripple through the class, and when he still doesn't take the hint, "Just fuckin' man up and apologize or get out!"
A few scattered voices shout, "YEAH!"
I felt like I was being transported to an episode of Jerry Springer. So weird.
Overall the experience was pretty fucking dumb, but I enjoyed it for our teacher's adorable syntax:
" Why do some people take liberties in a class of this nature?"
"Why would you take liberties?"
"Don't think you can hide behind that pillar and talk to whom you want."
I don't like this class, but I kind of like her because, though a bit more assertive, she's approximately as helpless as I would be in front of a disinterested mass of community college students.
"Why do you do this? Are you like this in your other classes?"
Everyone of course fell silent then, for basically the first time. She really wanted an answer. She approached a single student.
"You. Why do you talk in my class? Why do you come to class if you are going to talk?"
I think most people would be humbled by this experience, or at least be annoyed/embarrassed enough to concede and do what she wanted. This b-hole, however, decided to argue that he wasn't even talking, and when that didn't work, that he at least wasn't talking while she was talking. Various annoyed mumbles of "god," "fuck," and "¡Dios mío!" ripple through the class, and when he still doesn't take the hint, "Just fuckin' man up and apologize or get out!"
A few scattered voices shout, "YEAH!"
I felt like I was being transported to an episode of Jerry Springer. So weird.
Overall the experience was pretty fucking dumb, but I enjoyed it for our teacher's adorable syntax:
" Why do some people take liberties in a class of this nature?"
"Why would you take liberties?"
"Don't think you can hide behind that pillar and talk to whom you want."
I don't like this class, but I kind of like her because, though a bit more assertive, she's approximately as helpless as I would be in front of a disinterested mass of community college students.
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