September 25th

Ok today sucked. I know it is unwise to start a story with a negative adjective, since most readers won't want to continue reading, but I'm just being honest. It was a day full of small misfortunes that seemed to pile into a decent sized annoyance. First off, I left my room an extra thirty minutes early in order to go back to the bakery to retreive my book. Guess who isn't, and never will be, a morning person. Rikki, my computer, was lucky to be on my desk as was my phone. I threw some things, slippers and a pig, at both of them in a half-asleep attempt to turn them off. Heh, I also have bad aim so both were fine. I then walked to Les Docks to discover that the bakery doesn't open until 9 am, exactly when my class starts. Come on France, I know you work to live not live to work but what kind of bakery doesn't open before 8am? Kate, who also had a 9am class and was willing to walk with me, suggested we go to a local cafe from some breakfast. I consented, and scarfed down a pain au chocolat, coffee, and even orange juice. Bad idea. I normally don't drink orange juice, why you ask? Two reasons; it tastes weird like all juice and it tends to upset my stomach with its acidity. Yes, my stomach is a pain in the ass a lot. For instance, I love tomato soup, but really can't eat it without feeling awful later. Life's curveballs. Anyhow I was not feeling so hot the rest of the day, especially during littérature comparée. Mme Colin is nice, in a French way, and speaks very clearly, but dear God her handwriting is awful. It is like a mixture of third-grade cursive and first-grade print. Honestly I have to hear what she says before she writes it down to have any hope of taking concise notes. On the brightside today was pride and prejudice, which was traditionally wrote in English. Thank you Miss Austen. Lunch was not edible which meant the rest of the day I was basically starving. On the way home was when I stopped by the bakery, which was now open, to see if they had my book. Unfortunately it was a different worker, who barely looked around the store, that told me my book was not there. Great, I have to now repurchase a ten euro book. It's not the end of the world, but it sure is annoying. I returned to room to sleep the hungry away, my fridge was barren, which somewhat worked. I woke after a few hours of napping under my cuddly blackhawks blanket. I joined Paula and Kate in an avocado/bread party. The ending was bittersweet, the avocado wasn't very ripe, and I went to bed wishing that things had gone better. Like the orphans always say, the sun will come out tomorrow. I'm not going to bet my bottom dollar.