I can't sleep!


Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville ;
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon coeur ?

Ô bruit doux de la pluie
Par terre et sur les toits !
Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie,
Ô le chant de la pluie !

Il pleure sans raison
Dans ce coeur qui s'écoeure.
Quoi ! nulle trahison ?...
Ce deuil est sans raison.

C'est bien la pire peine
De ne savoir pourquoi
Sans amour et sans haine
Mon coeur a tant de peine !

I miss France despite myself.

I know a girl who
reminds me of Cher
She's always changing
the color of her hair
she don't use nothing
that ya buy at the store
she likes her hair to be real orange
she uses tangerines

Moreover:

The setting for the discussion is a general relativistic spacetime (M, gab) where M is a differentiable manifold and gab is a Lorentz signature metric defined on all of M. The central issue addressed in the physics literature on time machines is whether in this general setting it is physically possible to operate a Thornian time machine. This issue is to be settled by proving theorems about the solutions to the equations that represent what are taken to be physical laws operating in the general relativistic setting—or at least this is so once the notion of a Thornian time machine has been explicated. Unfortunately, no adequate and generally accepted explication that lends itself to the required mathematical proofs is to be found in the literature. This is neither surprising nor deplorable. Mathematical physicists do no wait until some concept has received its final explication before trying to prove theorems about it; indeed, the process of theorem proving is often an essential part of conceptual clarification. The moral is well illustrated by the history of the concept of a spacetime singularity in general relativity where this concept received its now canonical definition only in the process of proving the Penrose-Hawking-Geroch singularity theorems, which came at the end of a decades long dispute over the issue of whether spacetime singularities are a generic feature of solutions to Einstein's gravitational field equations.[6] However, this is not to say that philosophers interested in time machines should simply wait until the dust has settled in the physics literature; indeed, the physics literature could benefit from deployment of the analytical skills that are the stock in trade of philosophy. For example, the paradoxes of time travel and the fate of time machines are not infrequently confused in the physics literature, and as will become evident below, subtler confusions abound as well.

No matter how much I want them to, sometimes my eyes just won't focus.

Which leads to the question:
who
told
them
that
was
okay?

Not me, I know I know I know that much for certain.

And/or that is the best that can be done in this, or similar circumstances.

I have: crossed the great divide

I am: home from my death-defying trip in Wyoming.

I will: take ibuprofen to soften the blow of horseback riding

Well, it was unavoidable. I have returned.

Little else to say.

THIS FUCKING INTERNET CAFE SUCKS SO HARD, AND HERE'S WHY:
1)THE INTERNET IS TOO SLOW FOR ME TO USE AIM EXPRESS
2)THE PERSON NEXT TO ME HAS AIM LOADED ONTO HIS COMPUTER, BUT IS TRYING TO REGISTER WITH REUNION.COM, BUT CANNOT COMPLETE HIS REGISTRATION (THOUGH HE HAS TRIED 20 TIMES) BECAUSE HE HAS NOT YET REALIZED THAT HE HAS TO FIX THE HIGHLIGHTER SECTION, IN THIS CASE, HIS BIRTHDAY. Another reason why he sucks: all of the mail in his inbox is from americansingles.com. This man is NOT American. He does not speak English. He has cracked teeth and he is clearly Ghanian. He does not know where Massachusetts is, who the Red Sox are, and what the Boston Tea Party is. Make him GO AWAY.
3)I was a second away from signing on to talk to my mom on AIM but the internet quit on me
4) The man in the boxed off room is BLASTING what is seemingly DonkeyKong music, and then also some fucking HipLife Ghanian music.
5)I just want to VitaMilk
6)The man next to me is NOW looking at a picture of a blonde American girl, lying suggestively on a bed. Gross. I bet when she posted that picture of herself on Americansingles.com, she did not know it would end up here, being viewed by him.
7)I don't know what else is wrong, but my nose is running.




Here, they:
Find it very interesting when I write on my hand
Drink primarily powdered cream
Pick up their cell phones during church
Bathe using buckets
Have never heard of sushi


Best experience:
walked into the kitchen, where a live chicken was chilling on the floor, where it had taken a shit. Asked what it was for. Answer: "lunch". Love Ghana!


Dear zit on my chin,
Go Away
Love,
Haley

Secondly, my host brother bought Logan and I ~6 grams for $1.
Last night I saw 30 prostitutes in 3 hours at one small restaurant.


!!!
haley

Voila, c'est moi.

I've been in this computer cafe for roughly 30 minutes already just trying to get the goddamned AIM express to work. I finally gave up and just let things happen, so here I am at livejournal. I am going to scream and kick and punch the machine, and probably Bill Gates for being such a fucking DOUCHE.

Speaking of which, Ghana is gr9. See, there? I switched it up a bit. Grnine. Because of my Malarone (malaria pill, which don't work)I have not gotten very tan, I might stop taking them and see what happens. Go nuts!

My host family whom I am staying with for a week could not possibly be any better. The ones I primarily hang out with are Comfort, 25, Kwabena, 21, and Boat (aka, Paul Pierce), 19. Last night we went to a club, along with my American friends Sophie, Logan and Edad, and we got crunk. It was extra great because Kwabena bought us drinks. Here, they apparently do not know what "chasers" are, so it involved a lot of explaining and some Fanta. We also tried ordering Sangria, which we knew they had because we saw a full bottle on the wall, but apparently that is too difficult a concept, and the bottle is just for show. Secondly, Logan hooked up with my host cousin (Paul Pierce) and thinks are slightly awkward with them. Tonight my host brother told Logan and I that he would buy us pot.

Thinks are comin' up Haley.

I miss everyone very much, but not enough to come home and face Arlington. I am very terribly sad that everyone is going to go to college, and am not looking forward to making new friends, especially those who are younger than me, cause they BLOW.

Next time I will try and make it to my entry does not suck so hard, but for now, we have to go to the beach with my family and Soph and Ruth, so I must depart.

!!!
Haley

PS: They call "cross walks" "zebra crossings" and video store = "video library"!!! Fab!!

PUMP IT!

WELL, it's nice here, I miss everyone, things are fabbbbb.

I'm glad everyone is well, but JULIA HOUSE, YOU DID NOT EMAIL ME. Honestly.

Everyone here is so incredibly nice. They're known as the friendliest people in the world. ALSO, it's the ultimate in Drive-Thrus. Poeple just walk up to our tour bus, and let us buy things through the open windows. We can buy ANYTHING through a window. Yesterday, they offered toilet seats and calculators, along with popcorn and gum. It's crazy.

I miss everyone wildly, and I only have 2 more minutes online, but I will update in about 2 weeks, because the community service project is next week and it's in a remote location. BUT, the family I am staying with in a week are the owners of this huge very nice very fancy hotel, and I was told they have a fuckin' mansion. Tres deise. I've been saying DIESE a LOT, and secondly, I've been singing that Gwen Steffani song a lot and just dancing a lot, and I think people are a BIT sick of it. OH WELL, you all appreciate it... right?

Must jet, EMAIL ME!

On the Brown Bunny (directed by Vincent Gallo):

In particular, Roger Ebert called the film "the worst in the history of Cannes" to which Vincent Gallo responded that Ebert was a "fat pig with the physique of a slave trader". Ebert paraphrased a remark of Winston Churchill and responded that "although I am fat, one day I will be thin, but Mr. Gallo will still have been the director of 'Brown Bunny'". Gallo then put a "hex" on Ebert's colon, to which Ebert responded that "even my colonoscopy was more entertaining than his film".

AWESOME



Secondly:

Steve Zissou: I hope you're not going to bust our chops, Bill.
Bill Ubell: Why would I do that?
Steve Zissou: Because you're a bond company stooge.
Bill Ubell: [scoffs] I'm also a human being.
Steve Zissou: All right. I take that back

The Apology Song-- The Decemberists


I'm really sorry Steven
But your bicycle's been stolen
I was watchin it for you
'Til you came back in the fall
Guess I didn't do such a good job after all

I was feeling really sorry Steven
And I spent all morning grieving
And everybody's saying
That you'll take the news gracefully
Somehow I don't think I'll be getting off so easily

I meant her no harm
When I left her unlocked
Outside the Orange Street Food Farm
I was just running in
Didn't think I'd be that long
I came out, she was gone
And all that was there was some bored old dog
Leashed up to the place where your bicycle had been
Guess we'll never see poor Madeleine again

Let this be consolation, Steven
That all the while you were in England
I treated her with care and respect
And have her lots of love
And I was usually pretty good 'bout locking her up

Where has she gone?
Well, I bet she's on the bottom of a Frenchtown pond
Rudely abused on some hescher's joyride
So I wrote you this song
In the hopes that you'd forgive me
Even though it was wrong
Being so careless with a thing so great
And taking your poor Madeleine away, away

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haley_Slafer (I did not write this)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mara_birkerts (I wrote this and misspelled "interest"

Things I have written on the 5th floor bathroom wall as of late:

SUP BITCHES

Michael Bluth: What have we always said is the most important thing?
George Michael Bluth: Breakfast
Michael Bluth: Family
George Michael Bluth: Oh, right. Family. I thought you meant of the things you eat