Unflowy

On Wednesday morning I went to the train station to pick up my ticket to London.  It wouldn't have been hard but I forgot which credit card I had used so I had a bunch of stress thinking I was too stupid to understand the machine when in actuality, I was doing it right.  I had to go to information and then to the SNCF office, so I'm glad I didn't wait until the 12th to take care of it.

From there, I went home and I worked some more on that essay and sent it off to Madison to revise.  I didn't read it over before that stage, and I think she really appreciated the entire lack of transitions and unflowy sentences.

After I finished the paper I bought a pizza from the guy at Tricolor who looks like Hemraj and I ate it in its entirety.

I was working on a Shrek marathon when I got a message from Julie that I was going to have to get out of bed and go ice skating.  I refused but eventually I was peer-pressured from both France and the US to go to the revised plan of seeing Spectre at the cinema.  It was definitely an improvement over 21 Nuits.

Unfortunately, in running for the last tram, everyone (including myself) ran the wrong direction and I ended up walking 2.5 miles home instead of the like 4 tram stops it would have taken.  #awkward.

Then I took a shower (you're welcome Domenic) and went to sleep.

Today I didn't do anything except turn in a library book at Montaigne, buy food, eat an entire bag of chips, do the references for that paper, and sit here writing these.

Though I just realized I still have to go to French class tonight, and I definitely don't want to.  Our prof probably won't show up and I'll have to put real pants on.