Parlez-vous francais?

The aftermath of my four years of taking french class in high school was bleak. Besides the fact that I could occassionly partake in an intelligent french conversation with a friend from my french class, I really couldnt practice it anywhere. Right now, taking a french class in college would be more of a burden than fun for me, seeing that I need to focus more on my major at the moment. However, the longer I wait to practice, the harder it will start getting for me. But somehow, unknowing to me, my dad has come through for me. Yeah I know...kind of random, huh?

While exploring forums of some sort, my dad made this friend online. Shes this 18 year old girl who lives in Canada. Now before any of you jump to any sort of conclusions, my dad might be getting this surgery and he was lookin up forums online and this chic apparently had this same surgery. What surgery, I have yet to know, but for my sake I would prefer not to know. The less I know of the medical stuff my family goes through, the less I have to worry about them being alright and whatnot. I prefer to know the bare minimum. Back to the point...

After talking with my dad for a couple weeks, he mentioned to her that I too spoke french. Apparently he gave her my myspace info and said that if she wanted someone to practice with she could contact me. Well, shortly after talking to him about it, she sends me a message on myspace, and thus a pen pal friendship occurs. I've only been talkin to her for a few days now, but already I can feel my writing skills getting better. I cant necessarily practice actual speaking of french, but I'm at least able to practice writing/reading french, which is supposedly the hardest part of any language. Who knows, I might run by my high school and see if I can borrow a couple french books from my french teacher to work on reading and whatnot. Or even order my own. Still, one day I'd like to be fluent, and possibly visit some part of France. Until then, I'll keep practicin mon francais ^.^

With every good there comes a bad

Well, after numerous hours of searching, and pulling out my hair, i finally found that bastard carrot. And on top of that, the stupid carrot almost kicked my ass...but alas, I prevailed. Felt good to finally accomplish that. However, with every good event follows a bad one.

Now, for the life of me and Roddra, we cannot find a way into the stupid Burheim tunnels, or mines, or whatever they are. I'm too upset to look at my map again. Fucking Bloodwing is just gonna have to sit there and not die for awhile I guess, because I give up. I've searched every last possibility, as has Roddra. We are flat out stumped. The only thing we can think of is that somewhere, later on in the story line, we will end up down there. But until then...FUCK YOU BLOODWING!