My ears are all warm and fuzzy. I gauged my ears. Well…with help. I don’t think I’d have been brave enough if my friend hadn’t been a pro piercer before. So instead of a 16 I have 10’s in my ear. Little teeny black tunnels. I’ll take a pic whenever the redness goes away…haha. I had totally wanted to do it forever, but I just really didn’t want to do something irreversible. I could still gauge a couple more sizes before I reach the point of no return. It’s funny how piercing and tattoos and stuff like that are addicting. I’m already like “8 gauge isn’t that much bigger”. Funny hey. I think I’m pretty content with 10’s. It’s cool too cause they are tunnels so I can still wear my coconut earings that I just got. It’s probably the first impulsive thing I’ve done in a really long time. It felt good. Silly, but good.

Two Christmas dinners down… Three to go. We have one every night this week. I totally messed up tonights and forgot I had French Class and Dinner. Sucky, but at least I did my French homework. The teacher let me off easy this time. Merci Coco! Je t’aime! Je ne suis pas assez intelligent. Here was my verse for this week

Romains 3:23 “Car tous ont péché et sont prive de la gloire de Dieu.”(aside from 1 spelling mistake when I checked it I got it right all by myself!) It says “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God”.

All I can say is that I’m defninitely better than Mr. Bean. His French is bad. In the new Bean movie (soo funny) this is a sample conversation:

Waitress in France: Would you like some coffee?

Mr. Bean: Oui!

Waitress: Cream or Sugar?

Mr. Bean: Non!

Waitress: Your French is good Monsieur.

Mr. Bean: Gracius!

If you don’t know whats wrong with that you need to take my French class.

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