I've spent an embarrassingly large chunk of time these last few days just cleaning my apartment. It's gotten a little bit on the "eh" side and that's just not acceptable. It seems that as soon as I clean a surface, it is immediately covered in something new. Like tomato juice. Or fuzz from my dark blue towel (I don't understand how there's any towel left with the amount of fuzz it puts off). Or receipts. Or crumbs. Lots of crumbs. I feel like I don't really eat that many things that would even have crumbs. Apparently I do.
I also went to the library, like 12 different grocery stores, a church parking lot (on accident #awkward #sorry #ihadtopetadog #idontlikedogs), a bonsai tree store, and a closed stationary store.
I suppose that was an exciting amount of things. Maybe I'll break it down.
The church parking lot was yesterday. I put my clothes in the washing machine and decided to go for a walk while it was running. As it was laundry day, I was wearing all my athletic clothes that were left clean the last three weeks (that says something, doesn't it), and my ballet flats because I didn't feel up to socks.
I left the building and walked randomly down Cours de la Somme. At one point I saw a big sign that said "church something-something" and I decided to go there. I was walking down this road trying to make sure I would get all my steps in, and they just weren't adding up like I wanted them to. Then I all of a sudden just started running. I like running. But only if it's warm outside (which it is, it's way hot here like if-you-wear-a-coat-you'll-suffocate hot) because if I run in the cold I lose my breath even faster and it's really not pleasant. I'd like to give a quick shout out to the only people who have ever ran with me outside. I think the list is my mother, Cara, and Domenic. Props to you. It's not fun.
Anyways, so here I am running (still in my ballet flats) and I decided that I don't look weird because if I run fast enough no one will see my feet. However, this only works if you don't stop. I was running down the street and tried to run past Church Something-Something. I ended up in a gated parking lot. I could not get out. This wouldn't really have been a problem because I had both the option of hopping the gate or just turning around. However, there was a group of teenage hooligans just chillin in the parking lot with their dog. Obviously, I look like a freak because I'm running through a church parking lot in the middle of a Friday afternoon wearing ballet flats and a shirt that Madison gave me for a present once. I cannot at this point hop the fence (since they've all seen me) so I have to turn around. But I can't run past them because that's weird, so I have to walk past them. I petted their dog on the way since it came up to me and I was trying to regain my dignity. The last thing these hoodlums want to see in their church parking lot is a dog-hating American.
Then I ran back (literally) and got my laundry. The rest of that day was spent folding/drying laundry and then I watched Netflix with Magy.
OH and after that I went to my favorite all-night bakery and got a kebab panini, which does seem rather inception-like. It was literally so good. Made me really really hot though because it was already rather hot outside and I was wearing my coat just in case it was cold and then I had to zip it to keep my panini inside my coat and boy did it get toasty in there. That's a long sentence. You're welcome.
Today I went all over the place for no real reason to try and get my steps in. I went to the bank and checked my balance. I went to the post office and got some monies. I went to a bakery and accidentally bought a vegetable pizza because they weren't labelled and the first one she picked up she said was salmon and I was like "no" but the only other option was this one which turned out to be vegetables. Don't worry, I still ate all of it. I also bought this cake:
It didn't turn out to be as good as it looks. There wasn't really any part of it that was cake, it was all mousse. And, if you didn't know (I don't really know how you could have), I don't really like mousse. I'll eat some--especially in Operas (accent aigu e), but I don't want an entire cake's worth. I didn't eat it all. Sorry.
From there I went back and sat around a bit. Did some organizing. Thought about essays.
Then I decided that what I wanted to do was buy some cute cards. So I decided to head out to the papeterie that I had seen in Hotel de Ville. But on the way, I saw a flower store. I had already been in two flower stores down on Somme, because I am looking for a very specific present for Kammie. Apparently it does not exist. But the guy at this flower store on Pasteur said that the Bonsai Barber would have them and he gave me the address and showed me the map on his phone. He was very nice.
I went to the Bonsai Barber, which was a bit of a hike away, and was treated with a store completely filled with bonsai trees. I took this picture of one corner of the greenhouse:
As it turns out, it is forbidden to take pictures. I will have you know that there were no signs declaring this, not a single person greeted me, and no one asked me if I was looking for anything at any point until one of the THREE people that worked in the store saw me taking a photo. "Tu peux pas prendre des photos! C'est interdit!!!" Well, if it's interdit you better well have a sign because otherwise, how is anyone supposed to know. I was irritated. If you don't want your customers taking pictures, maybe occupy them!!! (my that sounds very angry American of me- but my presence is a service to France, remember?)
Then the man who told me I couldn't take a picture didn't even ask if I was looking for something. I had to physically ask one of the other men. He didn't understand. He was like "English?" and I was like "yes" and then his English was 100000000 times worse than my French but apparently then I just look stupid when I don't understand what he's saying. Cool beans, Bonsai Barber.
Was I irritated? Yes. I had gone in the complete opposite direction of the papeterie looking specifically for this store, and the store did not have what I wanted.
So then I took the tram back up to Hotel de Ville, and in my quest to the ridiculous Bonsai store, the stationary store had closed. About 5 minutes prior.
I went to a children's book shop for quite a while because I do what I want. And then I took the tram back home.
I met up with Magy much later that evening to go play flunky ball. But when we got to the Miroir, absolutely no one was there. We waited probably 10 or so minutes for them (and they're German!! What's up with that?? Germans are on time.), and then we decided to go to the carnival at Quinconces. We could see it from the Miroir. It's absolutely huge. We watched a couple rides and we walked around a bit and then I ate a crepe because I do what I want. From there we took the tram back towards Pessac and I went home.
On the way home I got stopped by an actually very nice man named William. I chatted with him for a couple minutes and then I left him because once again, I do what I want. You can ask for a reason as many times as you want, but I do not actually need one to not give you my phone number. Mwaha.
Then I watched the finals of the Great British Baking Show and may I say that I am disappointed.
I also ate some pickles and a banana (not at the same time) because I just wasn't feeling into making real food or cutting anything and I wasn't actually hungry enough to have noodles. Ugh and washing the pot.
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