October 7th

Sunday funday! Actually that phrase holds true, good job Bangles. However, it started very strangely. I woke up late, as usual on a Sunday, and took my sweet time lounging about with the remaining sliver of morning. Then around noon someone rang my doorbell. I knew that it had to be one of two people, Paula or Kate. This time it was Paula and she seemed excited about something. She asked me what I was doing in the next thirty minutes. I replied that I was probably going to Les Docks for some shopping. She then did her famous "omg" arm motion, it always look likes she placing her hands on an invisible table that is as high as her sternum, and asked if I wanted to go to Paris. My jaw dropped and my famous "huh?" expression appeared on my face. I asked if she was serious, she said that she was. Oh wow. She then went on to say that she just wants to go and walk around Paris and that no one else wanted to go. Paula then realized that I was staring at her as if she was glowing green and had plasma spilling out from her ears. I was then asked, "am I crazy?" I of course replied to Paula, "yes, just a bit." Ultimately I told her no, I was in no shape to spend my afternoon in Paris, especially since I was still in my sleep wear. Paula shrugged and said that she was going anyways, even if it meant alone. Yeah she's crazy, maybe spontaneous is a better word, but logically I didn't see the appeal of going to Paris for only a short afternoon, especially on a Sunday when most things close early. Regardless she left for Paris and I stayed in Le Havre. The strangeness continues. Shortly after, Kate and Valerie asked if I wanted to go to Les Docks with them. I said, "gimme ten and I'll be ready". For only having ten minutes I did pretty well, thank you dry leave-in shampoo. The three of us then proceeded to Les Docks and were pleasantly surprised with what we found. How could I forget that this weekend was when they were doing a fashion show there. It was my first, and possibly my last, fashion show and I must say that I enjoyed it. OK what I enjoyed was the male models and a few of the clothes. Kate and I both found ourselves fascinated with two of the models, especially when they wore leather jackets and denim jeans. After that lovely display of human beauty ended, we hit up Subway and then made our way to the New Yorker. Well Valerie and I made our way there, Kate wanted to fall back and use the internet for a lil while. That was cool, I tend to shop better with as little people as possible, I'm strange. Anyhow Valerie picked up a scarf and then went home to rest, but I stayed in the New Yorker. I felt happy to just browse some clothes, not things for costumes, just things to wear. It turned out rather well too. I nabbed some sweaters and two gaudy shirts. It has been a secret mission, now not so secret, to be mistake for a French girl. See I stand out like a sore thumb due to three things, two if I'm not talking; my blue freshman backpack and my clothing. France isn't into flare jeans, on anyone, converses, on girls, and any logo shirts that don't sport either Union Jack or Stars and Stripes. So, at the New Yorker I picked up two very important shirts. One is a loose blue top of the Union Jack and the other a red shirt with some Stars and Stripes. Oddly enough my most French looking article of clothing that I own has my home country's flag on it. If you ever desire to look French, just dress like it's the Fourth. I then returned to Kate with my spoils, the gaudy shirts she laughed at, and then we proceeded to H and M for further shopping. I grabbed a few things there too, even a t-shirt dress and some socks, before we sat down for a delicious pizza dinner. Afterwards we walked to another dorm for a meeting about Fall break. Fortunately many people were there; unfortunately nothing major was decided except that we all will be taking different trips. Kate and I, most likely with Paula and Valerie, are going to Nice for a few days as well as a night or two in Paris. We're going to sketch out some details later this week, probably next weekend, and make the accommodation reservations. Ah today really was a funday, odd at parts but definitely fun.