November 25, 2005
Je suis triste.
Last night I had a dream I was visiting Rivière-du-Loup. I stopped at my host family’s house, and only Eric was there. I was at first worried, because I haven’t studied French at all since getting back from Quebec. In my dream, though, I was doing a pretty good job. Then I stopped at the hospital where Manon works as a social worker and visited with her too.
So I had that dream, and then today in history class my prof was talking about the legend of Rose Latulipe. I first heard of it in my culture class in Quebec. Everyone divided into groups and had to interpret and act out the legend in an interesting way. My group did a rap off between the Devil and Rose’s fiance, Gabriel. I was Rose, and had my own little rap song.
Je suis Rose
et je veux dire,
J’aime les partis
donc je vais sortir.
Je suis belle
et tout le monde m’aime.
Qu’est-ce que je pense?
Je suis une super femme.
And then I danced with the Devil, and he killed me. Asshole.
Yesterday? I missed my hometown. Today? I miss French immersion.
November 25th, 2005 at 11:21 am
last night I dreamt stephanie told me she was pregnant. It was scary at first but it kinda got me all excited. It was one of those really long dreams that last all night and when you wake up you’re not sure if they are true or not. When she woke me up to say goodbye as she left this morning I had to tell her I had a dream that she was pregnant. I was expecting her to tell me it wasn’t a dream. I was somewhat dissapointed, but relieved when she didn’t say that
No devil killed me, but it was my dream. 
November 25th, 2005 at 1:11 pm
Damn devil, he will get you every time!