Shocking! Credit Lyonnais actually sent the leftover euros - translated into dollars - from my account with them to my BoA account here. It only took... two months! I thought they might have forgotten. But I am pleased that they did indeed finish it up ( Read more... )

I have been in the most vile mood all day today.

( This explanation is rated R for mature language and violence. )

I have my last final in a few hours! Finally. And then I will be completely free from school work! Ha! Ha ha ha!

... this joyous thought is severely dampened by the realization that what oh shit I leave France in 10 days fuck augh nooooo.

;__;

Edit several hours later: HA HA SUCK ON THAT, SCHOOL. SUCK. ON. THAT. I am so pleased to be ( Read more... )

WHAT HAVE I DONE SO FAR ( Read more... )

So, yesterday we (by which I mean some of the MHC group) went out on an excursion to the Duche d'Uzès (Duchy of Uzès) and the Haribo candy museum. It was fun! Well, okay, listening to the very long genealogy of the duke's family made my eyes glaze over, but I enjoyed wandering around and looking at the castle. I could write a giant text-block ( Read more... )

Excerpts from an email from Amy ( Read more... )

The police came again this morning, asked us a bunch of confusing questions, called some of their superiors, and in the end asked for a phone number they could contact us with. I had to give them my phone number since my roommate's doesn't work. Two minutes after they left, the police commissioner from Nimes called and was like, "Can you come to ( Read more... )

There's nothing quite like answering the doorbell at 7:30pm to discover that it's the French police, asking for you roommate. Immediate thoughts are, "What did she do?" and "Did she do it?"

Only to find out that they're catching up on the robbery report you mentioned back in September.

Which was six months ago.

Way to go, France.

I can take ( Read more... )

God I wish I could just get over my phobia of public speaking. It doesn't help that I completely bombed the presentation with my inability to articulate and my minute-long pauses. Ha. Ha ha ha. Occasionally I contemplate throwing myself in front of a bus before I undergo those 15 minutes of torture but really, that would not help in the long ( Read more... )