zut, a long way from my bed.

Well, hello there, you, right now I’m going, to use extraneous, expendable, and superfluous, commas because we just had grammar where, we learned how to, use them, correctly. This is subconsciously saying “wow, you are really awful at this.”

In other news, went to Paris again with Kassie two weeks ago now. (Was that sentence supposed to have any commas?? I’m a nervous wreck.) It was a long time ago so can’t really remember what happened. But we did fractionally less touristy stuff including Montmartre, Place Pigalle (the Moulin Rouge i.e. real, real red light district.) and then we metro-ed off to the Latin Quarter without real goals. But it was all delightful all the same. We spoke French most of the day. We started slipping at one point but got a little shot of motivation that requires a special shout out to that colossality of a group of Southern touristers whose accents could have come from no location north of Mobile. Maybe Birmingham. Maybe.

Another long day but worth it. (I know there’s supposed to be a comma in there somewhere. Efffff)

In other news, Version (translating from English to French) is still hard. I’ve been scared all these weeks that people are going to think I’m really stupid when the truth is that, in a fight, my vocabulary could get seriously mauled by theirs. However, the other week, the teacher asked me to read the excerpt out loud. Money. So that motivated me a little more to participate in class except the typical response thus far has been along the lines of “well your words are ok but everything else is incomprehensible.” I guess that’s an exaggeration but you get the point.

Although I do have to find a homework buddy in that class since one of my current assignments is to write this simple excerpt in the most vulgar style I can muster. My currently lacklustre vocab isn’t going to make much out of that. Maybe if I can read it in a senior citizens’ home I can just run around yelling “merde!” and “zut!”

Last night I went to SUAPS for the first time which is the uni sports programs. I tried to go to basketball but for some inexplicable reason it was cancelled.

Although, mini mildly good story; I was standing outside in the dark in the rain with this other girl while waiting and we started talking and her accent was a little not French and it’s pretty evident that mine is not either and so we awkwardly eyed each other and finally she said “you’re not French” to which I replied “you’re not either;” We both gave a sigh of relief and she said “oh thank goodness, I’ve been wanting to ask but if you were that would have been so embarrassing.” She’s German and later when other girls came and could tell right off they asked us where we were from and she said right away, I just sort of nodded. I found that it’s much faster than saying and then trying to describe where Maine is and finally just settling on “yes, close to New York.” At least that’s better than San Diego “mm, no not really near California”

Instead, I ended up going to Yoga. It was good but just too gosh darn late to be that relaxed that far from one’s bed.

This weekend there is an outing to Strasbourg (Frenchgermanland). I can already taste the pretzels.

Also, although this can’t possibly compare to my hurtling through mid air story [see last entry], today I stood up from a table underestimating the complete unconsciousness of my left foot. Thank goodness there was a bookshelf. And thank goodness this bookshelf was against a wall.

Let your imaginations run like the wind.

People say stuff in America is big, but this afternoon I have to return to this epic Home Depot on uber ‘roids called Leroy Merlin’s to return a converter that died 16 hours following purchase. Kassie’s did the same. I don’t trust it. Although it is the €15 standing in between all my plug-in appliances here and a firey ball of death so it sounds like a reasonable dedication of time.

Happy Wednesday.