french group, fast!

My profile should so read: "meet a real chameleon .."

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This morning I was hugging "church goers", this evening chillin' with the real Bob Marleys of this world, tomorrow working with the sharks and hopefully having a coffee break with the lamb (mais seulement si t'as du temps, Chrysante), dining with the wealthy and stopping by to pick up leftover food for the poor. Man, I am mixed up.

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Hmm, I might just take my 3rd shower in 24 hours, now at one. My poor neighbors. It's just that the hash smell is rather pungent. I ended up hanging out with my friends in their unheated garage, lest they smell my place out with their cannabis. And my home is definitely one place, that is going to stay smoke free. Great guys, but they reminded me that no one who had been to their house twice ever had a diploma higher than junior high. :) So, I join the exception yet again. I like them and wouldn't judge them for smoking weed any more than nicotine really. We all have our skeletons in our little closets, don't we? Only thing is, I feel like I had smoked myself. And to think I am training hard & healthy for the race next Sunday! Anyway, I have hung out a bit with one of them in the past, just 'cause we talk cars and repair - I love the tips and he loves the tomboy thing I guess. Super guy, but I avoid him a bit ever since he expressed his supposedly passionate love at first sight for me. Yada yada. Well, today I got my first request to get paxé (the non-mariage concubine invention, conceived by the French I think) .. but to both of them, which I don't think is possible. *Wait, what am I talking about?* Of course I never considered it.

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Hanging out with a group of guys like this just makes me want to get our French group going so badly. Speaking of which, I had an awesome chat with Clément today. It's cool, he is on the same wave length as me, is young and full of ideas .. and his French is impeccable since he grew up bilingual. He wants to work with me pretty badly. He wants to leave the core leadership group and start something with me. When I told him, "er, yeah my friends are maybe not the type to enjoy philiosphical debates", I don't think he was picturing me in my friend's squat this evening..