Big, long, wooden tables

On Wednesday, as with most days, I didn't really do anything.  I went to the library to get a book for Cognition which was exciting, but there is no room in the library to study.

There's a room with all of the psychology books that you can study in, and it has those big, long wooden tables they always show you in movies that are in law libraries, or the library of congress.  And there are literally no seats available.  It's cray-cray.

I think I went back to the mall then to try and pick up my pants I was having hemmed.  They weren't ready yet.  Big surprise that the French aren't on time with something.

That's actually something I want to talk about.  These French people are always so angry when they're driving, honking and yelling and running over pedestrians.  But in reality, why are they upset if they're held up?  It's not like it matters if they're late wherever they go.  That doesn't make a difference because everyone in France is late.  And then if you say "ohhhh but I always show up a half hour late, any later would be wrong!!" then no.  You are not late.  You just need to get it together and make the half hour late your start time, or get going a half hour earlier.  I'm not putting up with your excuses, France.  It's your own fault.  Stop honking at everyone.

Except the cute little bachelor party today.  You can honk all you want because I know that's a thing.

Wednesday I also went to explore this park near me.  (At least I think it was Wednesday, correct me if I'm wrong and have already talked about this).  It's on my way to the tram stop that I take when I'm coming from the South, and it's pretty cute.  There were all kinds of people in it, and that was gross.  But I got over it.  I paced around some, because I was trying to read a text for Epistemology and you know I always pace and whisper the text to myself in French.  I felt that this was irritating people, though, so I sat down.  I think I powered through about 20 pages of that.

Then I think I went home.