I was told I can't publish this BUT I FEEL THE NEED TO PROVE HOW AWESOME MY GRANDPARENTS ARE. This may come down soon if they ask me, but hopefully my loving charm will prevail.
Yes, they make me Cuddle Coupons. *Cue angel music*
Today was fun, but then again, I'm so excited that it's hard to have a bad day. I did show my evil hungry side to my trusty canadian ladyfriend. She survived, but had to restrain me from a hunger-induced rage. Feed me on time, I'm no better than a four year old in this respect.
Who's been kicked out of their house for an afternoon for being a grumpy hungry person?
This person.
Not in France mind you. I behave myself pretty well here. I'm starting to lose my social skills this week a little. My ca vas and bonjours are just a little too late. Gotta work on that, I don't want to be the tactless weirdo blonde girl who puts her bread ON HER PLATE.
Sacrilege, I tell you.
Attended a French aerobics class and witnessed what at first appeared to be very graceful dodgeball. Turned out to be the funkiest lookin' circus class ever!
French aerobics is both great and terrible. Not much of a work out but the music was in english. And aerobics is always great for the awkward, "we should've stopped doing this in the 80s"-ness of it. Tomorrow, cookie baking and LE ROCK! Wheeeeeeeeeeeee.
The Bourse fell today, inciting a "massacre" amongst the banking community. The Bourse is the french stock market (ten points to those of you who knew what it was). One only hopes people get their ducks in a row soon. To cite an awesome friend, perhaps their ducks are in a row, but asleep.
Nighty night from a sleepy duck.
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