Right now, I'm tired and my legs really hurt. According to my vivofit, I went 25,293 steps today, or 9.56 miles. Which is a lot of miles. Too many really.
I do skew the graph a little, because any time I'm in my room I usually take it off. If I'm going to be typing or writing or laying down, it drives me crazy to have it pressing against my wrist. So if you look at the graph, at 18 and 19h, it looks like I didn't move at all. That's not true. I ate food and probably did some other stuff too.
I set out this "morning" around 12 to try to buy some pants. My bootcut ones obviously have the hole in them and were starting to wear out before I left America. I had to go in a hole on my belt so I'm beginning to wonder if I'm going to have to find someone to punch another hole in it in October if I'm going to lose one every month. On that note, my jeggings are getting much too large in the waist--I bought them a size bigger than usual in the first place so my ridiculous gladiator calves would fit into the bottom, but it's just getting out of control. The top bit slides down all the time and they aren't really flattering because the material folds in on itself and bulges out in weird places. I don't think anyone actually walks around with three weirdly thin stomach flabs right in a row, but it certainly looks like I do.
I had asked Yanis where to buy pants, since obviously there is no American Eagle in France. He told me just to go down the big shopping street. So I did.
All the fashionable French ladies are wearing super skinny jeans with holes in them. I know, the holes again. Hang on America, we'll be getting there in a couple years. So naturally, the only pants I could find were super skinny with holes in them. After trying to figure out what size I might possibly be, I tried on a couple pairs that didn't have holes, but they obviously didn't fit over my calves.
A store a couple blocks later had "regular" jeans, which look skinny on my legs, and so I put them on. They were about five inches too long and did that weird gap thing at the waist. I didn't buy them.
In truth, I didn't buy any jeans. I'll try again next week.
I did, however, go to FNAC (I don't know what it stands for) and bought a journal, a coloring book, and colored pencils. I'm very excited to spend my Sunday coloring.
The FNAC has three levels, and the cash registers are only on the second. Oh wait, no, it actually has four because the rez-de-chaussee doesn't count as a floor, but it really only had a security guard as I remember. So I picked up my journal, and took the escalator up to the second and then third floor. For some reason, I don't remember why, I ended up going down to the second floor again. The down escalator from the second to third floor was broken, so you just had to pretend it was stairs.
This is very tricky on the mind, though, because you never think about the escalator as not moving, and so you (or at least I do) stand on the top step for longer than you should wondering what's happening. Then, as you're walking down them, you fear for your life that it's going to start moving and you'll be launched down to the floor.
I did this twice--pausing and being afraid--because I went down that escalator two times.
After this, I went to the grocery store a little ways back and bought noodles and apples and different trash bags. The ones I bought last week are too small. You say to me, you say "Why you not know the size of your trash can???" and I would inform you that it is because they use liters here.
Here's how it went down the first time:
1. walked into trash bag aisle
2. had no idea how many liters worth of trash bag to buy
3. walked to trash can aisle
4. estimated which trash can was the size of mine
5. looked at the number of liters of that trash can
6. saw that it did not actually say
7. walked back to trash bag aisle
8. randomly bought some bags
9. has foolish looking trash bag
This second time, I bought a set of trash bags that are 3 times the size of the ones I have now, so they will probably fit. It's all very exciting.
Then I went to the park. There's all kinds of exciting trees there. It's really a good time. Kammie would like it a lot which is why she should come to France *cough cough*
On a side note to that, I think I may be getting sick because my throat feels really dry. I've been drinking three bottles of water a day at least, which I keep track of by filling up three different water bottles and then making myself drink them all by the time I go to sleep. idk maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.
After I ate some chocolate lava cake and did some facetiming, I met up with the internationals @ the miroir d'eau to watch them play some ball game to which I was invited.
Apparently they didn't start until ~ the time I had left to go there, and only played like two rounds of it, so I didn't miss out on anything. It looks as stupid to watch as it seems in the video.
Then I left with the German girls plus an Irish, a Czech Republican, and a Brit. We went to a place where the city of Bordeaux plays music so you can dance in the street. We were later joined by the rest of the internationals and danced about for a while.
Then I went home and wrote these blog posts. Now I'm probably going to go to sleep because I have to wake up to go taste oysters with some people tomorrow.
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