September 26th

Two bad days in a row, this deal is just not in my favor so far. This day really rocked the boat though, I actually lost it for a short period of time. Two good things happened, but there were about four things that went wrong, including me breaking down. Let's begin at Wednesday morning, oh how grand. Some info about St. Nicolas that you may or may not already know; we are far from everything else in Le Havre and our laundry facilities were just installed a few days ago. I bet you don't know what is supposed to work and doesn't and wasted a lot of my time? If you were the laundry machine then you were right! Here's a cookie. Anyhow although there is technically a washer and a dryer in the dorm, they do not have any instructions, any prices, or anything useful written anywhere. I also have a lot of laundry to do. My solution, only practical and cheap option, is to once again use my kitchen sink to clean my clothes. I'm real sick of having to use my sink as my pre-soak, washer, and rinse cycle. Lunch happened, this was a good thing. They had butterscotch pudding which made my heart flutter. I love butterscotch everything, especially pudding. That gave me a nice boost of happiness, too bad that feeling didn't last. After spending copious amounts of time in the library trying to lull my mind with music and youtube, we decided to go to the furniture store to pick up some furnishings. Shocker right there. That actually wasn't so bad. I grabbed a few new sheets, some towels, steak knives, and kitchen mat. The cashier was, even for France, a raging (rhymes with blunt). So to counter attack her horrible attitude, I was overly nice and happy to the cashier. She did make the mistake of assuming that I didn't speak any French. Lady, it isn't polite to say, "what the fuck is wrong with all these damn American bank cards?" in front of the customer. I may not have been the best cashier, but I knew well enough never to assume anything about the customer. She stopped laughing at her own joke when she saw my face. I'm pretty sure she almost defecated, even though I'm small I apparently can look quite terrifying. After that experience we walked back to the dorms to drop off our stuff, but decided to detour through Les Docks. I went to bakery to check one more time if my book was there. The original woman that I had seen on Monday was there and when asked, she looked under the counter and handed me my book. Happy moment! We arrived at the dorms, and as usual, checked our mailboxes. Bad moment. I pulled out a piece of paper with the word urgent written in red ink with a longwinded explanation of how my rent was late for both months. Very bad moment. The threat was that we might be evicted if the problem wasn't solved by the 28th of September. Horrible moment. It ended with, "our sincerest respects." This is the moment where Mary boils over. It was an overreaction but chemical reactions can go out of control sometimes, I was that reaction. Poor Kate had to witness me lose my cool on the way to the docks, we needed to do some grocery shopping. She actually acted perfectly. I'm the type of person that wants to be left alone, I will tell you if I want comfort, and she obeyed my request without question. I bought my groceries, slunked back to my room, pressed play for Some Nights, and dove head first onto my bed as the angst/alternative rock filled my room. I then attended a very strange party at another dorm. It wasn’t really much of a party, more of a small gathering, and uninteresting to say the least. Also, can French boys stop trying to do the American “saggin” style with their pants? It’s not saggin when you are wearing khaki pants belted at the top with your boxers poofed over the edge. I would love to erase those images from my memory. We went home after a about two hours, we all were tired, and I once again wrapped myself in blackhawks blanket comfort. What a crummy few days.