As it turns out, the family from the U.S. (our friends) did not come today, and instead are coming on Saturday. Extra time for stuff, but sort of... unexpected.
I finally got fed up with avoiding the French school thing that I got out my planner and calendar stuff. Really, there's only like 11 weeks left and it doesn't look so daunting on the calendar, really- compared to the beginning of the year, I guess.
I still haven't done algebra or history, but it's sort of hard with a dad that comes home late with meetings almost everyday. Yeah, I sound like I'm blaming him. I'm just stressed I guess. Though not really. No. Procrastination just sort of grows on people, it seems.
Gosh. Today was just.... blegh. I stayed up till 3:33 AM, and woke up around 11 hours later. Lots of sleep, but I'm not sure I wanna do that again... eh. It's also weird, because after all this staring at screens and having stuff in pixels, it sort of screws up your view of the real things. At least, it does that for me.
I'm reading Life, The Universe and Everything by Douglas Adams and it's friggin' hilarious. It's one of those books that sort of really reaches out there. Like, literally. Half the time I don't know whether to just stare at the page, eyes blinking blankly and trying to figure out what the heck just happened, or to rush to the bathroom so as not to pee in my pants from laughing.
Okay, maybe that was slightly an exaggeration. But still. So I guess I am sort of recommending it to you guys, but really I'm not even a big book person. I want to be, though. The France Library doesn't really exist, though.
7/8/08:
Alex: Get a library card?
At the France Library? lulz france library
My favorite song on Songs for Silverman is Prison Food (by Ben Folds). I'm tired, but there's tomorrow. The walk with Pierre and his family was fun... I took some pictures, which I'll probably get up tomorrow or something. It was sort of... intimidating perhaps, to have this little girl talk to me and me not knowing what she was saying (she was speaking French). But I did my best not to seem so without understanding. Mostly I'd just stall or say a belated "quoi?" (what?). But yeah. Oh and I taught their second-oldest daughter how to play Smoke on the Water on the guitar. She didn't know much English, and I did it all in French. I mean, not to brag... I just sort of feel rather proud of myself to manage to somehow communicate. But then again, I feel like slapping myself because I had such a bad accent and probably sounded like a friggin' idiot and probably didn't understand her.
But that's life. In a different country, perhaps.
I'm hungry. Plans for books about. Oh yes. I... miss you guys.
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