jawnbc | pôche mal

I have a test tomorrow. No, not a lab test: a language test. As part of that government recruitment process thingie, I'm being tested on my aural French ability. Too bad my potty mouth/sex French won't be covered («Ben ouais, ouais! J'aime ça! O ben, je jouis! Calïsse! Tabarnak!). So far I'm A (writing), and C (reading). I expect a B or C for tomorrow's test.

I'm about an hour away from finishing the design of my poster for the big AIDS shindig next week in Toronto. Where it will be in the 30s with high humidity. And where, it turns out, my accomodation isn't air conditioned. The poster pretty much fucks up this stoopid, American-perpetuated discourse about how condoms break more often during anal sex. It's been fun doing the research; it'll be even more fun arguing with epidemiologists. Sometimes there's nothing better than being a (quasi) post-structural social researcher.

Last night the Czech Republic had their soirée des feux d'artifice. I must say, without a doubt, clearly, the lamest I've ever seen as part of the festival. Boring music, boring fireworks. Glad we only had to walk 10 minutes to see them.

I also have 28 assignments to mark. And 3 interviews to write up. And it's Pride on Sunday and i've nothing to wear. Food would be good too.