I woke up a little after nine and struggled to find motivation to get myself out of bed. I finally got going at about 9:45 and got down to the business of completing today's to-do list. I was drowsy despite my nine hours of sleep and began to have a headache within five minutes of sitting at my desk. I struggled through a review of yesterday's French class, wrote my reflection sentence for class tomorrow, and then began to read for my pop music class. I'm not sure if it was the headache (but I'm sure that it was the jargon-filled article about something that mentioned the word timbre), but I couldn't focus for the life of me. After awhile I took a break to do my makeup, which also included doing my hair and washing my dishes, as a study break.
I then put things away in my bathroom because the cleaning man was coming today. I finally finished the article with just enough time to watch an episode of Judge Judy and eat some cookies before my Histories of Paris class at 1:45pm. It was overcast today, but not cold; it looks like it's going to rain. I left home and got to class a few minutes early (why does this keep happening to me?!).
I really like the subject matter in the class, and Christina is so cute, but she thinks that every detail is important and her stories get kinda confusing. My notes are a jumble of bullet points that may or may not be relevant. Class seemed to drag by for the 1:45 minutes that we were there. At 3:15 we got out, and I had exactly 45 minutes before my pop class. I chose to use my time getting my baguette (at the boulangerie on the corner), and going back to my room.
I got to my room just as the cleaning man was finishing up in my kitchen. I was rewarded for my tidying up earlier with a sparkling kitchen and bathroom (not to mention the now lack of crumbs on my floor). Oh the good life. I had just enough time to eat the majority of my baguette before I had to leave for class again.
Callie is in my pop class, but she seems to act like she doesn't know me anymore. Strange. I think I like this class already (besides the horrible reading). Mindy (yes, another professor wants to be called by her first name) is energetic, but scattered brained and seems like she really likes teaching about music. Our class is fewer than 15 people. We discussed the Black M song "Sur Ma Route", which wound up being pretty entertaining. Class seemed to go by really quickly, and afterwards I went to Franpix in the hopes of replacing the cookies that I had polished off for lunch.
The cat's tongue cookies are 1,02; a whole 7 cents more than Monoprix! I refused to pay such high prices and left the store.
I went home to finish the last six miserable pages of my pop reading, and then collapsed in bed. Before I went to my histories class today, I saw a facebook post from Accent reccommending a grilled cheese restaurant near the Bastille. The idea of cheesy goodness became fixed in my mind. I ran to Franprix and picked up bread, processed cheese, a jar of Bonne Maman apricot jam (I'm almost out), Franprix brand ice cream, another Breton (okay, it's actually a less expensive egg version, but it's still delicious with jam), and a bag of the less than American potato chips for ,60 cents.
My grilled cheese has been cooking for over twenty minutes because I can't figure which setting is high on my stove (the numbers are worn off). I was going to drink it with a glass of wine, but I drank the wine while writing this post. I shall pour myself another glass.
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