When I first read Prufrock, it kinda annoyed me. The whole "the women come and go talking of Michaelangelo" seemed a bit juvenille in its rhyme scheme (not that I can talk, I'm an awful poet). Still, I didn't get the hype of T.S. until we read it out loud. I love the allusion to the outfits and death as a doorman (was it a doorman? coatman? whatever. It's been a while). I don't know. I don't read poetry much, I could just be stupid (which is very likely. haha).
t. s. eliot is okay. Actually, I didn't "Augh!" out of "OMG I hate those poems!" so much as "Augh! That's a lot of stuff to read and comprehend." He uses so many obscure illusions and images. It's pretty difficult stuff. But I actually did like some of it.
HONESTLY, where the hell did "irait" comes from for aller? WHAT THE HELL??? But then again, English has got to be an awful language to learn with all of our irregulars.
You got it mostly right, it's "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"
Gitchy gitchy ya ya da da...I just danced to this today...
hahahaha, my friend Ciara and I were asking people that in French class Tuesday. hahaha. And my teacher then explained to us that when the song was popular, non-French students would come to her and ask what it meant. hahahahaha, what can she tell them?
Student - "What does the French part mean in Moulin Rouge?" Teacher - "Will you sleep with me tonight?" Student - "WHAT?!?!?!"
Apparently when my mother was a young'n (er, well, younger), she was singing that with a friend at work, not knowing what it meant.
After about a week of listening to them prance around and sing in front of fellow coworkers and whatnot, her boss got fed up and finally told them what it meant.
Apparently when my mother was a young'n (er, well, younger), she was singing that with a friend at work, not knowing what it meant.
After about a week of listening to them prance around and sing in front of fellow coworkers and whatnot, her boss got fed up and finally told them what it meant.
They stopped after that... for the most part.
One time I was home alone, and Risky Business was on television, so I put on one of my father's button down shirts, and grabbed a pair of Ray Bans and started dancing around. I even slid around on my socks. When my grandmother walked through the front door, my feet were up in the air on the couch and she just wouldn't stop laughing. She made me pay her to keep quiet.
One time I was home alone, and Risky Business was on television, so I put on one of my father's button down shirts, and grabbed a pair of Ray Bans and started dancing around. I even slid around on my socks. When my grandmother walked through the front door, my feet were up in the air on the couch and she just wouldn't stop laughing. She made me pay her to keep quiet.
Oh, no! lol.
I'm really kind of into musicals, and even though I can't sing (not nearly as well as I could about seven years ago, anyway...), I still pretend I can, so I'll put on headphones and listen to The Scarlet Pimpernel soundtrack and lip synch along. One time I was doing that at the kitchen table, and I didn't realise that my dad was watching me as I sat there, "singing" along, head thrown back, mouth wide open, arms thrown wide, looking like an idiot. When I noticed that he was staring and laughing at me, I got soooooooooo pissed off. I was so embarrassed.
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t. s. eliot is okay. Actually, I didn't "Augh!" out of "OMG I hate those poems!" so much as "Augh! That's a lot of stuff to read and comprehend." He uses so many obscure illusions and images. It's pretty difficult stuff. But I actually did like some of it.
then its brought crashing back down again amist boob jokes and such
hehe boobs
and a B+ on my Brit. Lit/English exam! A lot better than I thought I was going to get.
then its brought crashing back down again amist boob jokes and such
hehe boobs
What do you want from the fans of a band whose lead singer goes around drunkenly asserting that "use" is a useless word?
Ummm, the subjunctive should just die already.
Actually, conjugating verbs in French makes me angry no matter what. And I'm a French major. Go figure.
Actually, conjugating verbs in French makes me angry no matter what. And I'm a French major. Go figure.
it makes me angry, too.
J'AIME
that's always fun to say.
oh ok. I'm sorry.
Andy: LE PANDA
French man: ?
LOL.
You got it mostly right, it's "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"
Gitchy gitchy ya ya da da...I just danced to this today...
HONESTLY, where the hell did "irait" comes from for aller? WHAT THE HELL??? But then again, English has got to be an awful language to learn with all of our irregulars.
You got it mostly right, it's "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"
Gitchy gitchy ya ya da da...I just danced to this today...
hahahaha, my friend Ciara and I were asking people that in French class Tuesday. hahaha. And my teacher then explained to us that when the song was popular, non-French students would come to her and ask what it meant. hahahahaha, what can she tell them?
Student - "What does the French part mean in Moulin Rouge?"
Teacher - "Will you sleep with me tonight?"
Student - "WHAT?!?!?!"
hahahaha
After about a week of listening to them prance around and sing in front of fellow coworkers and whatnot, her boss got fed up and finally told them what it meant.
They stopped after that... for the most part.
After about a week of listening to them prance around and sing in front of fellow coworkers and whatnot, her boss got fed up and finally told them what it meant.
They stopped after that... for the most part.
One time I was home alone, and Risky Business was on television, so I put on one of my father's button down shirts, and grabbed a pair of Ray Bans and started dancing around. I even slid around on my socks. When my grandmother walked through the front door, my feet were up in the air on the couch and she just wouldn't stop laughing. She made me pay her to keep quiet.
Oh, no! lol.
I'm really kind of into musicals, and even though I can't sing (not nearly as well as I could about seven years ago, anyway...), I still pretend I can, so I'll put on headphones and listen to The Scarlet Pimpernel soundtrack and lip synch along. One time I was doing that at the kitchen table, and I didn't realise that my dad was watching me as I sat there, "singing" along, head thrown back, mouth wide open, arms thrown wide, looking like an idiot. When I noticed that he was staring and laughing at me, I got soooooooooo pissed off. I was so embarrassed.