I tell a lot of lies when I do my French homework. The textbook comes with this cheerful workbook that asks me, every chapter, to talk about what I did last weekend. (It's very unlike the grimmer workbook for my German class, which tells you about other peoples' weekends and makes you fill in the ugliest piece of grammar in every sentence.) Anyway, the book will, almost without variation, ask me to list six things I did last weekend. And I will tell it that I went to the movies with my friends, had dinner with my boyfriend (ha!) went for a walk with my parents, etc. Really, if I had the vocabulary to be totally honest, my typical weekend would go like this:
Thursday Night: Coffee and book night at Borders with the one friend I have not slunk unnoticed away from
Friday: Get up at 5:30 AM, go running, come home, pass out again until noon. Wake up again. French braid hair because it's unbearably greasy but I am simply too lazy to wash it unless I find I have to go out, which I never do. Pick up all the books and clothes off the floor. Spend several hours sprawled on the floor watching X-Files DVDs and struggling with Wheelock's Latin. Once the sun goes down, spend several hours reading and wandering in and out of the house looking to see if the clouds will clear away for 15 minutes so I can drag the telescope outside and look at something, even though they never do. If I'm very lucky, I can get a look at M42 before the clouds slam closed across the sky again. Get suckered into watching Mythbusters with my parents. Go to bed.
Saturday - Monday: Lather, rinse and repeat, except that sometimes I do history homework or something instead of Latin.
Occasionally, I find that I really did go out to see a movie that weekend, or talk to my brother on the phone, and I say so. But since I've lied about it for the past eight chapters, it hardly makes a difference.
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