Bootylicious...Oxford American, baby!

Don't worry about the title...just don't worry about it. =)

I'm just updating everyone one what's going on in France.

I was a little sick for a couple of days, but it's getting better. I'm a lot better today because i'm talking to Rachel, and it's so nice. I was really kind of homesick for the last couple days, so it's really nice to talk to Rachel, because here are a couple extracts from our webcammed skype conversation:

extract one:
me: "Why are you dancing?"
Rachel: "I'm dancing to bootylicious!" (murmurs) "Body's too bootylicious for ya babe...(pause) That's all I know. Wait, isn't there a part that's like, 'I don't think you're ready for this...jelly?' Is that it?"
me, laughing, all the French people thinking I'm crazy: "Yeah. That's it."

extract two:
me: "Don't worry, people can't see you."
Rachel: "It's good that people can't see me. 'Cause I'm in my underwear!"
me: "Well, don't worry, because I can't see your under...see, I can't say things like that in public to my computer, people will think I'm crazy!"
Rachel, laughing: "You should just start saying things like crotch, and boobs, and underwear. Do you think they'd understand?"
me: "They'd probably understand those words, yeah."

extract three:
me, talking about my Lit prof: "He wears a neckerchief, Rachel!"
Rachel: "A neckerchief? Like, an ascot?"
me: "Like an astronaut? What? Why?"
Rachel: "No. An ascot. A-S-C-O-T."
me: "What's that?"
Rachel: "Did you ever watch Scooby Doo?"
me: "No. I hate that show. What the hell does that have to do with neckerchiefs?"
Rachel: "Oh. Well, you're lame. Fred wore an ascot. That was my point."

So, in conclusion, it was a good day.