[chuckles]

Today is technically Friday, because it's after midnight, but really I'm just going to talk about Thursday since we're only 10 minutes into Friday.

So the night between Wednesday and Thursday I had a dream about being a pirate smuggler.  But not like a legitimate one, a fake pirate smuggler who was racing against another team.  I was in some weird competition where my team and I had to prove that we could do literally anything better than the other team.  Including pirate smuggling apparently.  The weird thing is that I think we were smuggling those huge 1.5 L bottles of water (from the Vivo Shop I think too).  And then at one point my team and I, which consisted of two other people, we got out of our pirate ship and we were diving with the booty, which was in a backpack.  We were swimming on the ocean floor in like a three inch space between the floor and a sunken boat maybe.  It was weird.

Whenever I have dreams when I'm underwater, I always recognize that I shouldn't be able to breathe and I wake up so confused.  (This happened before when I had a dream about being at EWALU doing swan dives while that Forrest kid from high school was a life guard)--this was maybe a couple years ago.

Anyways, in this dream I not only recognized that I shouldn't be able to breathe, but also that I couldn't have made any progress swimming in that small space because I would have no room to move my arms or legs and I just accepted that I was like a torpedo underwater.  Very odd.

I realize that you don't care about my pirate smuggling dream.  You're welcome anyways.

I found out in Biological Anthropology today that M. Bauduer does not actually want the Erasmus to take the content test like he said before but that we will do a "memoire" about "nothing".  I don't know what this means, but we have class again tomorrow morning and he said he was going to hammer things out with the secretary between class today and then and "we will see what happens", so I'm not going to worry about it.

Visual Anthropology was not the most quality today.  We watched a documentary about female genital mutilation.  The girl who was the documentarian actually came in a spoke to us about her work in Mali and her documentary and the kinds of showings it will have and the awards it is up for.  It was much better than I expected.

The guy that I dislike that sits behind me told her that he found her documentary "disturbing" because of the bias she brought into the film.  Literally: "It disturbed me".  I'm sorry, sir, but she made the film how she wanted.  She wasn't trying to be objective, she wanted to show how their point of view is different from her own and asked questions based on her own experience.

I got that, and it's not my native language.  Maybe take a basic gut microbiota course and come back to the real world.  Ugh.  That man.

I was so hungry, and the class dragged on after the time.  I left before class ended.  (eight minutes after the end time with no discussion end in sight in my opinion).  I bought a sandwich and had a lovely miscommunication with the man behind the counter at Brioche Doree.

I know this man embarrassingly well, as I like to buy chocolatines during his shift.

The only cash I had was a bunch of 20 centimes and a 50 euro bill.  You know how in MURICA sometimes smaller restaurants or business won't let you pay with a 50?  I assumed that held everywhere else in the world.

Here is an approximate translation of our conversation:

Man: "Hello"
Me:  "Hello.  First, I have a question."
Man: "Yes?"
Me: "I only have a 50, is that ok to pay?"
Man: "It depends on what you want"
Me: "a mixte and a chocolatine"
Man:  "That's more than one fifty"
Me: [holds up 50 euro bill] "No, not one euro fifty, I only have a fifty"
Man: "Oh, yeah that's fine.  Mixte et choco?"
Me:  "yeah.  Because in MURICA you can't pay with 50s" [hands him 50]
Man:  "Nope, no issues here" [chuckles] [hands me change]
Me: "Thanks so much!  Goodbye"  [puts food in backpack/ hand]
Man:  "Goodbye!"

I don't know why I was confused when he didn't understand.  The word "one" and "a" are the same word, so I was saying that I had one fifty which he obviously did not assume I was talking about the bill, and I don't know how to talk about bills--so I couldn't explain any better.

Then I got on the train and headed down to Talence.  I was, as per the usual, about 30 minutes early for class and I had forgotten to bring something to read along (since no one else comes early to class).

I ate my sandwich and talked to some people as they gradually showed up.  About 30 minutes into class we are all still waiting for the professor in the hallway.  The program manager man shows up and calls the professor.  He was not coming to class for some reason.  So I waited around for an hour only to go home.  Whatevs.

I came back and ate my chocolatine and drank some water and watched The Switch with Jennifer Aniston which is an excellent movie.  Then I decided I should work on my blog.

Now I'm going to go try to unclog my drain so I can take a shower that I'm not worried about flooding the bathroom.  I don't know how I would even begin to try to clean that up.  So gross.