et alors? je serai morte

theres about a million trillion things i should be doing now besides writing in this but, alas, i dont feel like it. i have a final on friday about ..well...i dont know. which is a problem. clearly. one of my classes (read: all of my classes) have absouletly no structure and the teacher just kind of goes up and babbles about something. in FRENCH of all languages.. (the NERVE!) and rarely is there even a powerpoint presentation involved. i mean cmon frenchies... get with the times. microsoft is where its at. i need the bullet-pointed outlines to make me concentrate or else i turn into a 9 year old boyw ith ADHD. im not demanding any fancy slide transition like fading or checkerboard or sound effects, not even any strategically placed word-art or dancing clip-art to spruce up the astehtic appeal of the powerpoint extravaganza... just SOMETHING so i dont leave the lecture with nothing on my paper besides the notes i passed to the person next to me and my doodles. ha, doodle. annnnywho, the class the final is for is called "les grands risques de la planète". so umm... apparently the planet is facing risks. me failing study abroad is one of them. anyways, i needed a break from reading about global warming and blah blah al gore blah blah how europe is so progressive and amerrrrica hates the planet and blah blah. just to let all u freedom-lovers know, europeans are talkin SMACK about americans behind your back. we should attack them... that'll teach them a lesson.

anyways, something weird i have noticed throughout my stay in francia is that everytime i talk to a french person, one of the first things they ask me once they hear that fierce american accent is "so... have u made friends with any french people?" and when i say "some, but its kind of hard with the language barrier" (read: "no, its kind of hard cuz ur all pretty frigid and reserved") and theyre like yeah... french people are hard to get to know. this happened twice in th past 24 hours. its so annoying. its like all french people know this about themselves and they get a kick out of pointing it out to me and stomping on all my dreams of ever truly immersing myself in this place. i think my french is still pretty shitty in terms of being completely fluent, but im at a point where i can communicate with frenchies and be understood and contribute to converstation. so its not just the language barrier. its parisiens with their icy-cold demeanor and chic haircuts. especially at sciences po. although, i have noticed that once u actually break the ice with a french eprson they have always been really really nice. so ive come to the conclusion that frenchies (yes, even parisians) are actually nice, warm and interested people, you just have to make a super effort to actually get to the their warm and fuzzy core. the same went with my roomate, who i think is even more friendly than the average parisian. shes never super bubbly at first but if i initate converstaion sehs really cool. thus, my goal for next semester: pounce on french kids in my classes until they become my friends. every. last. one of. them... i. like. writing. like. this. it. is. very. dramatic. dont. u .think. ? .

anyhooooo what else what else?? nothing, i will go be responsible now and read about the dangers of nuclear energy as an alternative to carbon. snoooooooozeeefest. ill be dead before this ish really affects me anyways. maybe that's what ill write for my 3-hour essay test on global warming. "et alors? je serai morte" fin.

things i like about france: they have this store here in france called "piccard" and basically it only sells frozen food. nothing else. when u walk into the store its like walking into the frozen food section of a supermarket but u magically by-pass all the vegetables and cereal and stupid crap... cut to the chase: pizza bagels and frozen lentils. anyways, its really weird and its the only store in france ive seen where they actually BAG your groceries for you. everywhere else is so annoying... here they just hurriedly scan all ur items and push them to the side and then make u pay really quick;ly cuz theres always a huge line behind u (when is there NOT a huge line to do ANYHTING in this country... i mean its not as bad as communist russia im assuming but pretty darn close) and then you are left to bag your own shit while the next person in line is starting to be helped. and the cashregister lady jsut pushes all the new person's things with yours so ur frantically trying to bag ur stupid groceries and then the plastic gets stuck together at the openning (u know what im talkin about) and u cant freakin open it and meanwhile gallons of some1 else's milk are being shoved over your way and crushing ur bread and omg its actually the most stressful thing i have ever experienced. no compassion from the check-out lady either... even if she sees u drowning in ur own gluttony and cant bag all the ccrap u just bought she wont stop and help u out or even wait like HALF a second before letting an avalanch of the person-behind-you's stuff fall into yours. wow im feeling my blood pressure rise jsut htinking about it. why did i bring this up? o yeah... piccarddd.... coolest store ever. i bought sorbet,,, mango and raspberry. i was very happy with my purchase.

things i dont like about france: no bagging ladies at the supermarket and frigid people. see above post


o, funny thing: my roomate thought it was funny that we call the white part of the egg the "white" but the yelllow part "the yolk". instead of the "yellow". in french apparently its called the white and the yellow. that seems more logical than the english way.

ok i guess that wasnt funny like laugh out loud funny but it was amusing in an 'ah, hmm... yes, so true, anna, tell me more" kind of way. anyways... im leaving. good. bye.