Tasty Chicken.

I have a full-time job. It's called Arabic.

After completing my French studies, I thought it would be fun to learn a new language. Nevermind that the class covers 15 weeks of learning in 4 weeks. Nevermind that I have 5 hours of homework each night. Nevermind that the alphabet is completely different. After one week of intensive drills and listening exercises, I am in a love/hate relationship with the Arabic language. I've decided Arabic must be male as I fail to completely comprehend him. My current feeling toward Arabic is that despite the 40 hours I've devoted to him this week, I have received little in return. But I will press on. I will win over my new foreign lover. I will shock and awe him with my repertoire of useful phrases such as "tasty chicken" and "astonishing boyfriend." I will demonstrate my talents through an exhibition of my ability to masterfully draw intricate words. I will turn his world upside-down.