un lundi

once upon a time i had a dream that i had an american accent while speaking french...once upon a time someone said this to me in real life...i think i'm letting it get to me...

a girl walked into the speaking lab and said, " i always look forward to coming here, you always look so cute and well dressed!" thank you, much appreciated:)

i have found that i highly enjoy listening to classical music while studying. that's one good thing i'll take from my french civilization class. 

i was watching tv this weekend and suddenly gasped. a commercial featured some kind of cash back system and this lady looked exactly like me. it was the strangest experience ever. 

my tv splurge also led me to a new goal: i will be a judge on iron chef america. that food...

i've decided that i will be going to haiti some day. 

maybe this summer, maybe the next, maybe in years to come. 

whatever, it's going to happen before i die. 

i feel like when i have good desires like that, there's always a way provided. 

blessed be.

me, surrounded by these beautiful children:)

eventually, when fish chill in a bowl for so long, their water gets stagnant. yum. 

i feel like the exact same thing happens to us humans. 

it's so easy to fall into a routine and to get used to simple motions in life. 

stagnant people. not so yum. 

stagnant amandine. ew. not happening. 

i have a magic eight ball. 

the past few times i've used it, i've really wanted it to say "indubitably" 

way more sophisticated, and no doubt. 

none of this "ask me later" business. 

people have told me that they like my writing. 

later in life i'll write a book.

i've often thought about what i would write about,

because usually it should be something interesting, thought provoking, or life changing. 

i'll write a book about my life.

that's thought provoking enough...

here is a sample to my future "chef d'oeuvre" 

i moved to springville, utah from switzerland soon after my twelfth birthday. 

i started school only a few weeks later, in the seventh grade at springville middle school. 

i was obviously placed in all of the regular classes, including english. 

i've always felt confident about my literature skills and i was pretty pumped. 

i started noticing that my teacher would constantly correct my assignments and change the word "colour" to "color", and "favourite" to "favorite" and would make comment on my formatting...

that's when i realized my teacher and i might not be the best of friends. 

as all english classes do, our teacher had us write an autobiography. 

probably the dumbest assignment out there. 

i wrote mine, drafted, edited, shared, peer reviewed, and all that jazz. 

the day came where we were to go the computer lab and type it up. 

the instructions were simple: name, date, title, double spaced, so many pages. 

being the little confused child that i was i proceeded to type my paper.

i double spaced it, oh boy did i...

in between every single word i hit the space bar twice...

mind you, i learned how to type on a french keyboard so it was already difficult. 

imagine my embarrassment when my teacher figured it out, 

imagine my not so happy thoughts when i had to start over...

yay me.

it'll be a good read:) 

whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring. (Henry Miller)

dare to be awesome. 

also, i made this cool sweater. 

sporting it today. 

taking pictures of it in class. 

no biggy.

the other day i got a parking ticket...surprise. 
i have issues ok?
anyhow, to demonstrate my anger i proceeded to tear up the ticket (after having paid it)
that is, i attempted to.
i think they create their tickets out of some kind of bulletproof material. 
olimpia put it right, "if there ever was an apocalypse only two things would survive, cockroaches and byu parking tickets"

watch this commercial

it'll make you want to drink tropicana for the rest of your life. 

everyday. 

i now want to work at awl mart or target or something

and dance down the aisles with this man. 

lastly:

my hair=man catcher. 

no joke.

curly hair in the wind, 

definite win. 

i was stopped three times on my way to class

and twice in class.