September 23rd

The morning was not fun. I spent a good hour scrubbing cider off my floor with a sponge and dish soap. I did manage to clean it all up, only to be reminded by Kate that my dresser also needed to be cleaned, and that the hallway was about 10x more disgusting. The three of us decided to take our personal 1.5 liters of soda and go to Les Docks for a bite to eat and some cleaning supplies. I really love making a complete fool of myself it seems. Due to my groggy state I drank the entire 1.5 liter of Vanilla Coke on the way to lunch, which was at French Mickey D's. I picked at my food, due to having a bloated stomach full of carbonated soda, but did manage to not be sick. I actually, while sitting in McDonald's felt very tired, until Chelsea Dagger the Blackhawk's theme song began to play. That seemed to jolt me from tired soda-coma situation. We then slugged to Les Docks where some money was spent on lazy after party/dorm lounge clothes. No cleaning supplies were bought, naturally, but the internet was used to both update blogs and check e-mail/facebook. Such a productive day. Now it actually is time to buy cleaning supplies since it is neither fair, nor right, to force the workers to have to suffer our American party aftermath. Time to play Cinderella, in reverse, ball first then clean, with Kate and Paula. Although it's no fun, I would be lying if I said that it was not worth it. Such is European college life, or just college life in general. Til tomorrow readers!

P.S. I apologize, a little late I suppose, to any of you who have taken offense or been shocked by the content of my blog. I did consider censoring it, but then that wouldn't be telling the truth. This blog is basically something that updates you on what I am doing, but is also a diary of events for me to look back at when I'm older. If I left important details out simply because they are grimy on the edges, then I would be fabricating my memories. I give my apologies, although in reality none of this should be logically shocking. Consider my situation; a twenty year old girl living in France for a year who is surrounded by freedom and friends. It could be a lot worse. Hugs and more hugs!