December 16th

Waking up early is a pain, recall that I become a demon child when the sun rises, but today it wasn't so bad. I really wanted to just return home, yes home, to Le Havre. I love Paris and I enjoy travelling, however I also enjoy being a lazy sloth on Sundays. Good news is that I would be able to sloth away in the afternoon. Bad news is that the train for Le Havre left at 8:40 am. We made it, don't worry. I just hate doing anything before noon is all. Ha, MareBear problems. At least Kate and I enjoyed a coffee from Starbucks before we left. She had a holiday salted caramel thing and I had a basic latte. I also had an encounter with a homeless bum. There I was, innocently sitting in Starbucks waiting for Kate to return from the bathrooms with sleaze bag decided to enter the café. He went up to a few parties of people and begged for some money. He then thought he'd try his luck with me. Dumbass. I used to work at convenience store and a handful of my customers were Iowa City bums. Why would I give anyone tax free money so that they could buy booze or cigarettes? Simple, I wouldn't and I don't. I instinctively clutched my purse when he slunked over to my area, natural reaction. One never knows what a desperate person might do. This one decided to call me and a girl to my left a couple of selfish bitches. He said that it would be our fault if he died of hunger later that night. First, you're mean. Second, you're still a dumbass. The girl turned to me after slimy slithered out of Starbucks empty-handed and said, "he's terrible." I agreed, but gave her a smile. Sometimes there's nothing you can do if someone decides to be a jerk like that except stand your ground, let the moment pass, and smile that it's over. Audience, I realize the man looks to be in a horrible situation and he probably is. But that's his situation in which he should take proper means to solve of which begging is not a part. No, bums have none of my sympathy because they've given up on being functioning humans. Of course I'd sing otherwise if I were a part of their choir, but I'm not. So audience, in my defense I did the correct thing. Also I am too cheap to part with a euro. The train ride back was wonderful, so peaceful and Panic! filled. I realize how odd that sounds, but Panic! At The Disco songs invoke both happiness and a clear state of mind in me. I often listen to The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel when I travel, but today I was in the mood for Brendon Urie. He did not disappoint my eardrums. The rest of the day was spent writing blogs, editing chapters, creating packing lists, slothing in the docks, and even cleaning dishes. What a misadventure, what a fun misadventure.