Weekend, Monday

Today in Comics class, we talked about exploding cows.

«You see,» said my professor, «the theory is that since cows, um, emit methane, if a cow farts and you hold a flame up to it, the cow will explode. Now, I don't know if I'd believe that, but you'd have to think there would at least be a small flame!»

I declined offering my opinions on this extremely important discussion.

Then he told me about more books I can buy about comic books. Yes, books about comic books. Fabulous!

Oh, this weekend.

Friday: I get home to discover that my French friend is hanging out with her father and my host mother. My host mother tells me she's leaving for the weekend. Granted, this is after she has lost her house keys, wallet, credit cards, Metro pass, and all that. But that was Tuesday. My French friend and I hung out, went to a wine tasting at IES, went to dinner with one of my friends from IES and some people he knows, then... watched TV. Bad French TV. Ha.

Saturday: Laundry. Dishes. TV. Groceries. Then a friend from IES came over and in exchange for dinner, he helped me by throwing away all of the rotting fruit my host mother has left in the kitchen. Worms included. He has my eternal gratitude because I am afraid of worms.

Sunday: We went to Versailles! Okay, the Chateau de Versailles! It was big. The walls were furry. Tourists suck. But it was fun because we both know French, so people were mostly nice to us. We adopted a pair of Russian speaking tourists who were hopelessly confused. They were very appreciative. We went to a concert of gigantic flutes (hee!) at the medieval museum (the Cluny), and then we ate at a restaurant.

I ate snails. SNAILS ARE DELICIOUS

Continuing on with Sunday: I went back to my apartment and started on my homework. My host mother returned later that night with a bag full of pears. Some of these pears are already too old to eat.

AH THE WORMS! I am unhappy with the worms.

It's okay. I now keep a stash of fruit that I purchase on my own in my room. It is not spoiled. It is also not infested with worms. I will eat my fruit stash and be happy.

I need to buy more Nutella. Mmmm.

As for the Sorbonne issue, I still have no idea what's going on. I'll keep you updated. Now, I'm going to go eat non-wormy fruits and rice and possibly spinach. Because I'm Popeye.

Oh yeah, and I got bonus points (not literally) for mentioning Popeye eating spinach in my comics class.

OH YEAH, and I got bonus points (again not literally) in my Theatre class for my improptu performance of the text we were studying. I was reading the lines (two characters) with my friend for the class, and one of my lines was "..."

And the teacher stopped us right after that and said, "Did you all see that??!?!" She was met by blank stares. "Cindy's line was '...' and, well... but she did it! Did you see her do that?" And since, of course, they hadn't been watching me but following along in their texts, she had us do it again so everyone could watch me.

I win.

No, but seriously, I was embarrassed. The good kind of embarrassed. It's one thing to act... it's another to be called out for it in a class full of extremely non-theatrical people. But really, my friend and I are the ONLY ones who don't read scripts as though we're 6-year-olds struggling to read a chapter book.

Bah. I'm gonna go eat.