I can tell you about Sunday though!
On Sunday I went to a pub quiz at The Houses of Parliament which is an "English" pub and a lot of the questions were about English things, that I had no idea about. We were supposed to meet there at 9:30, and so I tried to be European and I left my house at 9:30 so I would be late on purpose. Well, everyone else didn't get there until 10:30, so clearly I need to work on being even more European.
We stayed there for what felt like forever because the quiz had like 20 questions and then we were supposed to take a 15 minute break so he could count up the points, but I guarantee it was more like a 30 minute break because #frenchpeople.
Then I walked home. I can't tell you about any more than that, honestly.
On Monday night I took myself out to see The Intern at the Cine Cite over by Gambetta. It was excellent. I am only ever going to go to movies alone from now on. ANNND I decided to drink a Schweppe's Agrum' because I didn't trust their popcorn and M&Ms were like 5 euros.
On Tuesday, after French class I went home and ate some food and then I went to the housewarming party at Julie's new place. We sat around, drew pictures, played pictionary, and then we played a card game that was a little tricky for me to remember what all the cards meant. I think I walked home around 1am.
On Wednesday I remember doing absolutely nothing. I think that was the purpose of the day, was to do nothing.
On Thursday I tried to go to Biological Anthropology but there was no one there. Upon looking at the schedule posted outside the classroom, I realized there was no class and I was irritated. But then, directly below the schedule, was a note saying that Visual Anthropology was cancelled--so all of my classes were cancelled for the afternoon and that made my life worth it for walking up to Victoire.
During French class I got weirdly verbally attacked for saying that I was proud of America. Well, here's what actually happened:
We were talking about whether you would "die for your country." (ps this is all in french because french class...) This is something I feel like we say a lot in America, and people are really into it. After some people did some talking blah blah who would do that blah blah I raised my hand and the professor called on me. My wit and excellence helped me evade the question with the excellent response of "Well, I don't want to die at all, but I like America, because it's my country, and a lot of people would die for their country" (or something to that effect, it's not verbatim). At that point, this man across the room was all like "WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE AMERICAN THOUGH BECAUSE YOURE ALL IMMIGRANTS" and I was like "baseball. Apple pie. You have to like certain things. You have to respect soldiers and the army." and they were not having it. Then this one girl was like "but why are you American when I from South America am also American and so is Canada." And she was not pleased that I am the only one considered American. So I responded and said "I've thought about this problem, and the problem here is vocabulary. There is no other word to call me. Should I be Etats-Unis-an? Etats-Unis-American? You need a word before you can be mad at me for it." and then I didn't listen to anyone else for the rest of class because I started drawing a flip book in my little Robert-Collins dictionary. It's really cute.
After French class we were going to go out. I followed everyone to Helen's where we ate guacamole. I thought at one point we were going to meet up with the other group and go to the Erasmus party, but that didn't happen so somewhere everything got lost in translation for me.
We did end up going to Seb's because it was his birthday, and some other guy in a blue shirt's birthday was the day before. We left his house (at this point I'm still thinking we are going to the Erasmus party) but then we went to some bar and stood outside while the rest of the group decided that they did not actually like that bar and made us walk to "Le Chat qui Peche" <--there's a circonflex on that e so its "fish" not "peach" if you were confused. PS there's a bee in my room right now because there's no screen on my window. He doesn't really seem to know what he's doing and is flying really close to the floor. I'll just sit patiently.
Anyways, this cat bar had a really really bad cover band. Like you know in Swisher how that band sometimes was like "ughhhh" on a few songs, it was like that, but with every single song and there wasn't any way you could dance to it. At one point they sang "She will be loved" by Maroon 5, and we recognized the words and sang along, but it was so slow that when we were trying to figure out what other Maroon 5 songs we knew, we were like "oh what about the one that goes--" and we sang the exact same song except correctly and were confused about how we forgot that that was the song playing right now.
Confusing sentence, confusing time.
On Friday I didn't really do anything at all. Talked to Kammie a bit which BTW she needs to talk to me like she said she would about what happened after work last night. I'm waiting. I did go to the bank on Friday. And bought some groceries.
Today is Saturday and I've been awake maybe 6 hours now. When I don't have class I always set my alarm for 11, but then sometimes I don't go to bed until 3 and that's stressful. I walked up to Victoire to see if I could get onto the campus to work on my notes since I know the library's open in the morning, but apparently by 1:30 they shut the entire campus down like it is on Sunday. I hate it alot. Huge locked gates do not make me feel like the campus is available to me. What happens to people who need to work on research? Or people who just want to sit at an abandoned administrative desk in the Department of Languages and Culture?
Then I went to the store and I bought a really odd assortment of things: cling wrap (which is called "fresh film" which I really like), two cans of tuna, pickles, and five bananas.
Then I walked home. I've been looking for summer experiences, and most of them have not been updated for 2016 yet so I just have to write them down and wait for the new application to come out I guess.
I'm probably going to make some dinner now. My favorite thing about making dinner for myself is that it doesn't matter how poorly I do it, because I don't have to tell everyone about it. It's not like I have to take a picture of every step and send it to Kammie.
I know you'd prefer it if I would write every day so you could get a really detailed experience of my blogging, but I am doing my best here. I'll try a little harder maybe.
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