1) Dance class. Tango again. I don't like tango.
2) Booked my hostels for spain. SO EXCITED!
3) Bought red pants.
4) Watched the french movie "Un Heureux Evenement." In a moment of rare honesty, I shall confide in you that I went because the preview had a bunch of romantically two backed beast-i-ness (thank you shakepeare). Turned out to be a thoughtful meditation on parenthood. If only I'd understood everything. What I do understand is I don't want children in the next 8 years. Gah. It looks simply dreadful, from the perspective of this 19 year old.
5) Hoarded my peanut butter. I am a generous soul, save with my food. Particularly the only jar of skippy peanut butter in western france. Bug off, C'EST LE MIEN!
