Tongue-twisted

I've been going crazy on the sewing lately, with school starting up, I feel like I will soon have no time left. Although not having a slave-driver partner anymore helps. (And no, I'm not secretly bashing Jared, I called him that to his face. :) It was actually good for me in many ways, we made so much progress during that year and a half) Regardless, I have more time on my hands. Andrew and I are sort of dancing together, but we haven't practiced in... oh, three weeks? I'm just having fun with team for now, not sure yet if I really want to make the big push for tour again.
Oh, and I'm still sick. Yes, it's been a week now, but at least I'm getting better.
Oh, and I cut my hair! I love it.

So here's the deal: guess what's going on in France now... more strikes! Surprised? Me neither. You know how I know that? Andrew has started playing the French evening news, and I can't believe we didn't do this earlier. I love it, but it also makes me very nostalgic. (I miss France! Although our fridge currently has good bread, brie and goat cheese, so I can't complain too much)
And I'm motivated too; in my next reporting class I will definitely write and record my stories in English and French, so that maybe just maybe, someday I'll get hired as a US correspondent for a french station. Ha. That'll be the day. Right now the idea is terrifying... my vocabulary is becoming atrocious! I've begun to speak English in French, meaning that I say things the way I would in English but with French words, and this has got to stop. So I think watching the French news will help.