aujourd'hui c'était comme feu ce sentiment.  soudainment je me suis trouvée dans un rue et j'ai su.

il faut que le français soit* toujours dans ma vie.  

*this morning we went into a place and Stephen and Laura went first so the man behind the counter spoke to me in english and I responded in french because it just felt better to me.  I didn't say much.  just a bonjour and a merci... a little bonne journée is all...and this man has the GAUL** to say to me "it's so good that you know how to say thank you in french, some of the people in west montreal can't even say hello or thank you" and I walked out of there radiating foul juices, so angry (so sad).  I wanted to say that I could say a whole lot more than just thank you in french.  I wanted to yell at him!  I wanted to yell at him in french!  I am not a dumb american.  my chorus sang "of course you can! you can even navigate the tricky tricky subjunctive!" and I felt better almost instantly 'cause you know what.  I sure can.  What does he know?  Con.  Putain.  This verb was in the subjunctive form.  

** get it!? Gall? Gaul?? FRANCE! you know like francophone place like montreal.  it made me laugh.  she laughs at her own puns, that's so much lower than laughing at her own jokes it's sad.  no it's awesome actually.