Randos...

New things I learned today:
1. Poetry workshops are uncomfortable and unproductive, but we all knew that. Well, unless you count "it's good! I like it!" as constructive. But let's be real here, those people are usually fibbing anyway.
2. After consulting both primary and secondary sources, I have come to this conclusion: tall, muscular rugby dudes do not, I repeat DO NOT, tend to go for similar-sized dudettes. Indeed, research proves that bouncy, pint-sized, dropkick poodle types are the preferred breed of the male rugby-playing population. Puzzling? Yes. Surprising? Not really. The wiseman Ben Davis once said "It's always the tiny chicks and the tall guys that get the girl" (or guy, as it were).

Anyhoo, more exciting (?) news:
Yesterdays 2K erg time: 8.10.5
Todays 2K erg time: 8.10.6
My best erg times are on the rowing machine with the lazy bungee (annoying on the recovery but weirdly smooth on the drive). Go figs. Also, the first 1000 meters are super easy to keep at a 2:00 split but halfway through I get spooked by the prospect of maintaining that pace for another 4ish minutes and slow to about a 2:06. I think it's mostly mental because when I'm done I huff and puff a little bit but I don't get that overwhelming "I think I'm going to expire" head rush that usually comes after a 2K erg piece. Maybe it's because I don't want to ruin my otherwise super breezy composure for which I am known throughout the greater YMCA community. I also don't want to ralph on the lycra-clad limbs of the recumbent bicyclists, as that would cause my social stock to plummet to submarine depths the likes of which have never been seen, not even by those ladies who pedal merrily in their pink bathrobes, fuzzy slippers, and skirted bathing costumes.
Maybe that's why I don't go for the gusto in its entirety?
I will leave you to chew a while on that while I go prepare for my French telephone interview on the morrow.
Trans-continentally yours,
Francoise

More C+D projects

Apologies for the ultra lame quality of the photos...

A Good Find

SUPER cool graphic design blog: Print & Pattern
Profiles on different designers and their work with a focus on the young and whimsical! Seriously, if you like to look at things half as much as I do you won't want to miss this blog.
My personal favorites from P+P:
Eleanor Grosch- childrens wall art
Paul Catherall- big into architectural prints (not usually my faves) but his colors are fantastic and these two are standouts:

Tres shwet, non?

Ze latest in color et design (CHYEA BOI for "+"s all around):Assignment: I don't entirely remember but it involved abstract shapes (they always do) and complementary colors. I took the stencil approach.
Assignment: Start with a straight hue (green) and alter the value (horizontal stripe) and intensity (vertical stripe). On a separate stripe alter your hues intensity by mixing it with its complement.Assignment: Color wheel with 12 hues. The diff between the violets is more apparent in person.

Bill Cosby got a +, too. Woo!

Gnocchi Gnight!

Gnocchi gnight was gnarly!
(Gnarly in this situation meaning a bit of a sweet potato-y, flour-y, sticky mess more worm-shaped than gnocchi-shaped, but tasty in the end and enjoyed by all)
I also ended up baking rockfish instead of searing halibut, and the green salad with pears and warm chevre toasts evolved into green salad minus pears and chevre minus toasts. The pears and chevre joined forces later in the game, though, and were SUPERB! Everyone felt very French.
In the end the moral of the story is that good beer + yummy food = difficult to mess up. One would have to be a black belt in spazznometry to goof that combo up.

In other news, here is the latest design projay:Bill "The Incredible Hulk" Cosby!
He is going on our family portrait wall as soon as I get him back.

Okay. I am having trouble thinking clearly. I need to go suck fresh air through a straw or something. I love you all.
Francois

ps- House health care reform bill approved 220-215!
That is all.

BEER

So here's what I'm thinking: multi-course Fall meal + beer pairings = delicious/sophisticated/drool.
Am I right? Tell me I'm right.
So, potential menu:
Salad of baby greens and pears with warm chevre toasts -- A light, yeasty wheat beer to start things off
Sweet potato gnocchi with fried sage, chestnuts, and browned butter -- Something slightly hoppy, like a pilsner or pale ale, to cut the richness of the butter and chestnuts.
Seared halibut with oyster mushrooms and leeks -- A darker wheat beer to go with the meatiness of the halibut, especially since I'm searing it (poaching or grilling would be a diff story)
Apple butter tart with a gingerbread crust -- A sweet, dark, toasty dark lager or bock. Or maybe just espresso? Any thoughts or feelings either way?

Also, suggestions for particular kinds of the above beers would be great. I am totally clueless in that regard. Choosing the beers might prove slightly uncomfortable, as I feel like a delinquent even walking down the alcohol aisle, so the more of an idea I have about what I'm looking for ahead of time, the better.
Hurra! Bier!

Hi! It's me!

Please don't think I've forgotten you, all three or four of you who read this (or did until I started slacking) because obviously I haven't. Seriously. Would I be saying this to you if I had? No.
Anyhoo, the latest:
Today on the WCC campus there was a little info table set up outside the student center. Usually if there is a table it's the Campus Christian Alliance handing out candy and wearing Praise 106.6 fm shirts, which as far as I know is pretty benign, though I can't say for sure as I have yet to approach that table. Today, though, it wasn't the CCA (Christian Candy Armadillos). Instead it was two guys behind a table covered in enormous posters of President Obama with a superimposed Hitler mustache.
I saw the table on my way to the parking lot, was offended, and kept walking. I was almost to my car when surprised myself by stopping, turning around, and walking back toward the table. I must have temporarily forgotten all of the arguments I have had with my politics-major older brother, Will, and how I always lose, no matter how strong my convictions or airtight my arguments (they never are, they just sound that way in my head). They all end in tears (me) and extreme frustration (him), because I am the emotional equivalent of a dandelion and Will is a logical weedwhacker.
Anyway, I forgot all of that and went to take a stand for Birkenstock-wearing, latte sipping, arugula-munching Democrats everywhere.
I approached the table.
"Hi," I said. 4 guys looked at me. I blazed ahead.
"Hi, I think it's great that you're exercising your first amendment rights and have a table and everything, and I know that your posters are just to stir a little shit, but I think they're a little much." Whew.
guy behind the table: "They're not to stir shit."
me: "Really? You don't think Obama with a Hitler mustache isn't going to get a couple people riled?"
guy: "No, people come over because they are curious and interested, and because it's the truth."
me, starting to get a little upset and voice-quavery: "President Obama is Hitler?"
guy: "He is pushing policies that are exactly like Hitlers."
my left brain: "Bullhunky! You are an insensitive fibbing fibber!"
my right brain: "Weak, don't say that-- only give hard facts that you would stake your life on. Don't say anything that you didn't read in the New York Times or the BBC!"
LB: "But they are wrong! So so SO WRONG!"
RB: "Stop talking."
At this point, another guy came up behind me and said "Well, why couldn't you just have used a regular picture of Obama, instead of that one?" I think he thought he was helping.
I took a deep breath and tried to keep from crying. "Have a nice day," I said, and went and bawled to my mom on the phone in the parking lot.

I didn't understand what those guys meant by the posters and the mustache. For a minute I thought it might be about genocide in Africa or some ethnic cleansing thing along the lines of 'people are dying and it's not Obamas first priority-- Obama = Hitler!'
But that didn't make a ton of sense.
Now I know that it is about healthcare, and it makes even less sense.

Humans can be such jerks.
Insensitive, illogical, fact-twisting, propagandizing oh and not to mention WRONG jerks.

But I love you all.

The latest 2D color and design projects

assignment: paint over a section of a color photograph using grays, replicating the values of each color with values of gray. Sorry it's backwards.
assignment: cut up a picture of a sea creature into at least 12 pieces, fit them together so that they no longer resemble a sea creature, and paint each piece a different shade of gray. Simply put, an abstract 12-step grayscale (but since when is Floyd Blakely into simple assignments?)
It's a sponge coral.
assignment: 4 color grayscale painting

big kissing noise

hey dudes and dudettes!
Sorry I've been so neglectful, it's been a busy week/end (but a super good one!)
I will make up for it, I promise, but not now because I have to go to class.
mmwwAAAA! (big kissy sound)
talk soon, Franny

Home

I'm back in Bellingham after a pleasant 24 hours at home on Orcas! I saw the doggies and Pater and Mater, ran around Mountain Lake, painted things gray for color and design class (so far very little to do with color), and went to the animal shelter.
Orcas animal shelter = SO great seriously it's pretty new and super nice. If I were a cat I wouldn't want to leave. Who needs adoption when you have a carpeted jungle gym and a cat-sized yard (where there are even more furry jungle gyms)?
There are teensy kittens abound at the moment (like seriously tiny kittens, think softball sized) because the humane society in Kent is closing because it is situated under a dam that is going to blow any minute so lady who runs the Orcas shelter called and asked if she could take any animals off of their hands and the answer was yes! 18 cats and 2 dogs! Hence the sea of kittens (if I had to drown I would do it there).
Also, majorly EFFED UP: King County is cutting all funding for animal control. I didn't know that animal control was a disposable service. Hmm... OH WAIT THAT'S BECAUSE IT'S NOT. If any thought went into this decision I see no evidence of it. Humane society or none, animals are abandoned, lost, found, and surrendered all the livelong day. Since when does not having animal control and a humane society erase the need for one? Since never, that's when. King county is a big place. Mondo. Gargantuan. That's a lot of felines and canines with no home, no help, and about a bazillion fleas.
What is going on?
Anyhoo, this Canine is very glad to have a home-- TWO homes!-- where the beds are warm, the jokes are bad, and the kibble is vegetarian.
Goodnight, everybody (and you too, universe, consider yourself officially tucked in)
Love x's 3, Franny

YMCA super cool (Your Manly Carhartts Are super cool)

Today: Light blue chambray button-up shirt, dark indigo-y high-waisted skirt with brass buttons, and yellow leggings.
Nothing interesting to report, unfortunately. Spotted cute Carhartt-wearing boy who works at YMCA again yesterday, have yet to exchange 2 words with him. Not sure how to jumpstart the convo. Perhaps "nice pants you had on 3 days ago", or "the towels are super fresh today"?
I'm working on it.
And by working I mean thinking of ways I might go about working on it.
Now if you'll excuse me I have people to not talk to and cute boys to avoid.

AND...

These guys are really sweet. Sweet like cool and like candy. They are called Pomplamoose check it out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xycnv87N_BU

Delicieux

Today: Red + taupe stripey knit sweater under a yellow cotton dress with cotton lacey stuff on the hem, and white leggings. Minor issue with length of dress-- walking=potential skirt ride-up situation= opportunity for unwanted exposition of tushie region. I end up adjusting my skirt twice as often as usual which is saying something coming from a serial skirt adjuster.
I look okay standing still, though, so that's something. I guess.
Weird situation in French this morning: Madame George asked us to call out adjectives which she then wrote on the board in their masculine and feminine forms. One girl didn't know what an adjective was so a guy explained it to her as "a word that describes another word". Mme. George asked him to be more specific ("quel type de mot?"), and he said "a verb".
FALSE. Try noun, dummy.
But anyway, that's not the weird part (just the pathetic part). The weird part is that, after the usual "belle, amusante, intelligente, sportif, grand, petit, etc.", I said "Delicieux!" (I do encounter a great many nouns that are delicieux). Mme. George looked slightly taken aback at that, but recovered quickly and said "Delicieux? Un person?"
"Ooooh, hmmm, murmur murmer" went the class.
"Well, no, not a person", I said, "I was thinking more along the lines of foody nouns-"
But no one heard me because my throat got spontaneously scratchy and everyone was still oohing and murmuring. Mme. George looked right at me and said "Pas en classe, sil vous plait, pas en classe."
So now she (and everyone else) think that I am some kind of sex fiend that says super inappropriate things in class. If only they knew. I am really just a food fiend who says "delicieux!" in class-- "delicieux" being absolutely and indisputably an adjective, I think you will all agree. But that's not what matters. What matters is that I am a weirdo sex fiend in the eyes of my peers. Peers that wouldn't know an adjective if it landed in their dreadlocks. Or cream foundation.
Good. We're even.

Roald Dahl it aint...

Last week in creative writing we wrote 101 word short stories, this is mine:

The trumpet rested on the floor of the dam, bell yawning into the ground where Ynez had abandoned it. It was Log Jam night at The Lodge and she was going with that Bucktooth boy. Bijou peeked out from the kitchen where she was garnishing a trout soufflé with cedar shavings. Her whiskers twitched with excitement at the lonely trumpet on the floor. Her parents at Jude’s first water polo game, her sister on a date, Bijou had waited for a moment such as this since the trumpet first arrived. Wiggling the valves, Bijou puffed her cheeks and tootled the blues.

ps- Bijou is obvi a beaver, not a cat as some like to think. I have yet to meet a cedar shaving-eating cat.

Benny and Joon, Mt. Rainier, and stripey sweaters

Ze palette du jour!
I just re-watched Benny and Joon and have been re-convinced that it is perhaps the loveliest movie of all time. The young Johnny Depp and Mary Stuart Masterson are so charming I giggled all the way through. If you are ever in the mood to be tickled beyond pink (think puce or maybe fuschia) I HIGHLY suggest watching Benny and Joon.
Also, read this article in today's New York Times. It is super spif because it is a) about backpacking in Washington, b) well-written, and c) a total kick in the pants:
http://travel.nytimes.com/2009/10/04/travel/04wonderland.html

Yesterday mumsters and I went shopping in an effort to kickstart my latest style revolution. My last style rev was last year when I decided that goofball socks pulled up over leggings were the cat's Pjammas. Admittedly they were very happening socks-- there were ones with tractors on them, periodic table ones, green dinosaur ones, and yellow ones that looked like a goldfish was swallowing your leg-- totally hip, but rather a step backward in the dressing like a grownup department.
So now I am going for slightly more refined-- still super colorful, just fewer of them at a time. Lots of stripey things-- sweaters and sweater-y shirts, mostly, and an excellent blue stripey pleated skirt. Also some opaque tights in goldenrod, inky blue, heather gray, and red cable knit.
JEEBUS I just said goldenrod and inky blue! Now you know what a name-dropping color snob I am.
Well, it is a bright and blustery Fall day outside so I am going to go out and toodle about in it!
Warm snuggies, Franny

Score one for the stripey sweater!

Cute boy (name: Tyson) who works at the Co-op told me "cool sweater!" and "it looks fantabulous!"
It think I'll wear this sweater everyday.

Du jour

Ze colors du jour: black and white striped cashmere sweater, bluey-grey cotton skirt, dark grey leggings, and yellow rainboots. I think maybe I am okey dokey so far on my quest to halt all visual offense to innocent passersby. Or maybe not all, depending on their sensitivity to yellow rainboots (I don't buy this argument in the least, as having an aversion to yellow rainboots is like not liking chocolate: you are either waiting to be enlightened or you are lying, and in either case we are probably not friends). Perhaps reducing visual offense is a better primary goal because the likelihood of my clothes not putting a strain on anyone's corneas for ever and always is teensymicrobaby at best.
Up up and away, sweet chiclets!

Laying Off the Plaid

I am a hobo. I am convinced. It is the only plausible explanation for my wardrobe. It would also explain why I spent part of my afternoon hunched under a parking garage overhang that smelled of pee. Granted, that was spontaneous and hopefully a one-time occurence, BUT totally hoboesque behavior, you must agree.
The wardrobe, on the other hand, NOT a one-time thing. The primary colored ensembles, the wacky contrasting leggings, and the 90% Exchange-powered getups are making me self-conscious for the first time in... forever? We know me, we know my style, we also know that if I am self-conscious then something is majorly amuck (probs the plaid-on-plaid thing I sometimes end up wearing-- always experimental, never entirely successful).
So, in attempt to remedy my once original now rapidly approaching tacky tacksville dressing habits, I ask you this favor: if you ever see me step out sporting more than 3 colors 2 or more spaces away from each other on the color wheel, please stop me, spin me back around, and give me a gentle nudge in the direction of my closet. Hopefully I will see sense and do a little switcharoodle into one of the following combos:

Bitsy Wondering Thought

Concept2 holiday challenge:
erg 200,000 meters in 27 days
7,407 meters per day
35-40 minutes
I suppose I could manage 7.5K everyday but I get so bored and my hands get so slippery it makes me want to quit after about 20 minutes. Plus I might not have a training partner because Dad's forearm muscles are ouchy and erging makes them even ouchier!
It would be super good for me, though, and it would feel fantastic.
SO, if erging 7.5K becomes less of a chore between now and November I think I'll do it, but if it stays a drag I will have to rethink my winter exercise plan.
Any thoughts, suggestions, peppy words of wiz?
Bonne Dimanche tout le dudes!

BABErshop quartet

Bonjour, mon petit poivrons!
Behold the bounty of Bellingham farmer's market numero dos! Red, purple, and yellow sweet peppers, huge leeks, rainbow chard, purple kale, a bunch of fatso carrots, a Delicata squash, 2 courgettes, local fresh chevre, cherry tomoodles, and 5 lbs. of apples!
Roasted peppers are totes in order, perhaps avec some moutarde et ail, and possibly a tarty experiment involving squash, nutmeg, and caramelized leeks? And of course cheesey apple snacks all week long (natch). There is a local dairy that makes BOSS raw milk sharp cheddar cheese that is sublime with a crispy apple. Also superb on a cracker.
At le marche there are lots of music people-- guitar/harmonica singing lady, banjo man, twisty crank accordion piano, and a young dudes barbershop quartet, although they would be better described as a BABErshop quartet. They are called Euphoria and they can frigging sing like tweety birds in a bird choir. The only slightly off-putting thing is that as I walked up they were singing a song about judgement day and other Godly matters, and the cutiest one wore a cross on a string around his neck. I suspect attempted gospel-spreading (minor bummer), or maybe they just really love singing that one song? C' est une mystere.
Sunny day, cute outfit, yummo foodie morsels, traveling (Christian?) bird boys, and a cute outfit. I know I said cute outfit twice but that is because today's outfit is doubly cute (yellow high-waisted skirt, cropped red/multi-colored stripey sweater with a boatnecky thing going on, and blue stripety espadrilles). WOO!
Bonne Samedi, tout le monde!

Fizzling soul particles + churning chi chiclets= art= life= OBVI

Hey homies, I hope life is badass as per usual in your respective locations across the globe!
THis is a super lame picture of the current 2D color + design project. The assignment is to do something with horizontal and vertical lines in black and white, which is why the drawing is in black and white (not generally the case with anything that I touch) and there are only horizontal and vertical lines (also unusual for me).
Of course you must be asking yourself "lemony cricket what the bullocks is that?!"
Not important, grasshopplets, not important-- this is, after all, art. And in true art forms it is not so much the 'what?" that matters, but the "how is this representational of the fizzling turmoil of soul particles skiterring rinkydink across the spiritual channels of the swirling cosmic abyss heretofore known as the artist's soul?"
And if any of you knew anything about me at all you would know that the chi chiclets churning about in my cosmic abyss of a soul churn in a finite and predictable pattern, and to discover said pattern all you must do simply peer into the metaphysical porthole of existence and all will become clear.





It is obviously a woven potholder.

WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU?!?!?!?!

SEEKING: carpenter/farmer man with fondness for dirt, Carhartt pants, and me. Those under 5'9'' sorry but you need not apply.
Extra consideration will go to those willing to sport hand-knitted, slightly wonky hats.
Professions of love preferred in banner form, ideally pulled behind an airplane, hugs perfectly acceptable as well.
To those who fit this description, for heaven's sake stop being such pantywaists and SAY SOMETHING. Or just smile at me, either/or. Much obliged.

Food in France

P.S.- My mom just sent me this, it is in at my grandparents' house in France before I served my 8 star meal to the grandies and my French language/cooking teacher and her photographer hubbie. I think it is the only picture taken in France that was not of a stuffed vole or miniature scooter :)
Le Menu--
Smoked salmon and leek tarts with fresh chevre, fresh white beans with heirloom tomato and olive oil, courgette salad, cold melon soup, and Mirabelle plum ice cream sammies with Earl Grey cookies.

First ever Saturday in Bellinghamster

I got a hat! It is reversible with buttons!
I got it at the Bellingham Farmers' market, which was WONDERFUL!!! Gorgeous vegetables and fruits and berries and food, not to mention whizbang hats and things.
I didn't just get a hat though, as that would have been counterproductive to my real goal, which was scoping out the farmer scene and cataloging all of the handsome ones into my mental filing cabinet. I also got chard, kale, beautiful cherry tomatoes, purple potatoes, some leeky leeks, lion's mane mushies (holy JEEBUS those things are so scrumptious), half a dozen eggs, a wedge of locally-made extra sharp cheddar cheese, 3 pounds of red Alkene apples, and a loaf of grainy bread. Hmm? A good haul, you say? Why yes I suppose it is, if by good you mean a total cornucopia of luscious abundance. I'm sure that's what you meant. OH! I also saw our very own Charles of the Kitchen when I was walking home on Chestnut Street! We said hi and chatted for a mo and then he went to the farmers market and I went home to cook up some of my new foodstuffs.
Excellent day so far :)
Soon we shall see what this evening has in store-- most likely multiple crazy parties, men falling all over me, and lots of dangerous drugs! CHYEA BOI!
I'll let you know how it goes :)
hugs, francois

Jardin!

oh MAN my life is not awful! Not that often, I mean, there are the occasional heavy boots, but NOT TODAY! Or YESTERDAY! Or hopefully tomorrow!
So today I talked to the lady at Whatcom CC RE: creative writing, and the nub and gist of the thing is that I am 3rd on the waiting list and will most likely get in. I went to Whatcom and filled out all necesary paperwork and saw all necesary people and baddabing baddaboom, there you go.
After that I loafed around on the interweb for a while and that made me a little blue because it just does. So I decided that, if the day was to saved from an utterly crap internet slump, endorphins were desperately needed. So I went on a run on this nice trail that goes along the water and spits you out in Fairhaven, an old and totes hip/groovy neighborhood a couple of miles south of Myrtle Street.
The running itself is fantastic and the scenery is top shelf-- the run was perfection but for the idiocy of my exercise garments and my ipod being full of things that I a. don't like or b. don't want to run to. Songs with "lullaby" in the title, for example. Hopefully all problems that can be solved.
The best part of the day was the GARDEN SPOT!!! It's a nursery not too too far away where I got, 3 terra cotta pots of varying sizes, 1 white wire hanging basket, and herbies!
2 Sweet basils
1 Red Ruffle Basil
1 Italian Oregano
2 Chives
1 Pineapple Mint
1 Golden Variagated Sage
approximately a googolplex baby leeks
I planted the biggest pot with as many leek babies as I could stuff in and still had to dig a little row in the sod to handle the overflow. I am going to get a couple more pots and some chard + dino kale seeds because I think it is not too late to direct seed them. The weather has been staying really nice and sunny so they should be OK.
Now it is time to take care of some serious business and finish the GD college applications! Freakaleek why can't they just edit their GD selves? I'm just saying.
Wish me luck (and no distractions)!
hugs to everybody,
Franny

WHOOO BABY!

I LIKE IT HERE! Bellingham, that is.
Seriously, it is green and chockablock full of trees and just urban enough to be totally hip and happening.
At the moment I am sitting in the window of Tony's coffee shop in Fairhaven, an establishment that boasts good drip coffee with plenty of foot traffic but somehow low on the hubbub factor. I believe I could gusta this very mucho indeed.
My housemates are total SWEETIEPIES! Holy mackerel what cutiepatooties. Their names are Ryan, Ben, and Megan and they are bio-chem-turned-psychology, hybrid vehicle design, and English literature majors, respectively. Megan, the English lit major, plays rugby and I suspect is a bit of a badass. I think that I can safely say that Ryan is a computer genius that likes to drink wine and clean things. Ben is a little slip of a dude that scoots around on an old yellow Honda moped, eats a lot of pasta, and hates (HATES) teddybears. Specifically teddybears of the build-a-bear variety, which I believe is why his ex-girlfriend stuffed one into a produce drawer in the refridgerator.
EVERYONE IS SO SUPER NICE and cleans up after themselves and even wipes off the top of the stove (major bonus).
My room is small but totes cozy and everything important fits in there quite nicely. The only problem is that the stupid slats in my stupid bed keeping on popping out when I try to sit or kneel on it. Hopefully 12 yards of duct tape does the trick.
In the meantime, I am sitting behind a magnifying glass and my leggings are about to fuse to my leg hairs, so I am going to go find some shade or a walk-in cooler.
Happy days in in Wishywashington! Scoobydobledig it.
Word. :)

Blobs

I was running around the lake today (I have all my best ideas running around the lake) and thought 'hey diddle diddle I should totes start a blob!' Cause heck knows how much time I spend oggling other people's blobs, mostly food blobs and crafty blobs with the inevitable annual raw foods blob binge and the short bout of triathlon blob-oggling hither and thither. So now I am starting a blob all my ownsies, about food things and craft things and farming things and running aboutsy things. COOL. So stay tuned for all those kinds of things I just mentioned, except maybe wait a couple of days because first I have to finish applying to college for about the eightieth time.
So see you around, internet pals!
cheerio, Franny