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Today was the dreaded quiz. Day. over.

I woke up this morning and knew that I had to move it along so that I could run to school before my quiz and print my composition. I ran through my morning routine after making myself a cup of extra dark coffee with sugar. I knew I shouldn't have drunk the whole cup, but I did it anyway. I somehow managed to be dressed and ready to go with like ten minutes to spare. My mind was racing before I even left the house, and I knew that I was in trouble.

I got to school and printed my composition. We spent the first ten minutes or so waiting for everyone to show up and collecting homework. Our professor decided to wait until everyone had arrived to do the dictation and questions so she wouldn't have to repeat it. She finally did the dictation at 9:30 (class starts at 8:30), but Kelly was still missing. The dication was terrible. The entire class asked for her to repeat the dication at least five times, and we were still grumbling at the end. I don't think anyone got the whole thing right. Maybe it was just a hard passage, but we struggled. The questions went slightly better, but by that time my confidence was shaken. By the end of the quiz Kelly still hadn't shown up.

We took our break and then started watching "entre les murs". We took breaks every few minutes for our professor to ask us questions about what was happening in the movie. This time she didn't put on the English subtitles, but I still understood what was going on. I was cold and coming down from my caffieine. I was wearing both my scarf and jacket while attempting to stay awake in my normal seat in the back of the classroom.

After French was my histories class. It went by painfully slowly. I'm not sure if I was just having an off day, or if it was due to the open windows. Christina asked me if I knew a question from the reading that we were discussing, and I said that I totally blanked. It was a one page essay that I had read two weeks ago. I remembered it fine after I reviewed my notes, but that wasn't before being busted by Christina.

I left class, and was standing at the stop light in front of Monoprix when I saw Kelly dart across the street towards McDonald's without a sweater. I wonder why she wasn't in class.

I went to Franprix because I was out of cake. I got my two bags of potato chips, looked at some frozen food, and then went to go get my cake. They were out so I had to settle on some franprix brand madeleines. I hope they're at least edible. I miss my cake already. I also picked up some vanilla waffer cookies while I was there.

On my way home it started to sprinkle so I put up my umbrella to protect my groceries and books from the rain. I got home and had lunch of onion soup and potato chips while I watched judge judy. I can't seem so settle down but still managed to read the first assigned part of Looseley for pop and edit my histories paper. I made a cup of coffee and finished Looseley. Chapter four was the first interesting chapter in the whole book, and I only think it was interesting because I had a caffeine high. Even Mindy said the man needed an editor.

After reading I got the idea to go thrift store shopping. You know that I've been trying to go for days. It was still early and the weather looked nice so I decided to go out before editing my pop paper. The weather was slightly chilly, but I regreted wearing my wool coat and scarf after a few minutes. I had to go down Saint-Antoine and google maps said that it would turn into Rue de Rivoli. I've walked most of the route a thousand times, but here are a few new observations.

1. There's a 50s diner in the Bastille. The sign said something cliche in English about the 50s. Do the French even know about 1950s America? The French are such Anglophiles.

2. The amount of dogs I saw peeing on lamp posts was truly disgusting. I also saw a man peeing on a building. Paris is disgusting.

3. On my way back home I saw a kid who looked so young he couldn't even begin to grow facial hair light up a cigarette at a crosswalk. Seriously?!!!!

Okay, back to my journey. I kept walking until I saw the Saint-Paul metro stop which the website said was the closet stop to the store. Every website in Paris tells you the address and the nearest metro stop. The stop is in front of a carousel. I finally know what's above the metro stop that I've visited a million times. I crossed the street at the obvious fork in the road that was the separation between Rue de Rivoli and whatever became of Saint-Antoine. Also, did you know that Rue de Rivoli was started by Napoleon (don't quote me on that) and is one of the longest straight streets in Paris (you can quote me on that part)? I found the thrift store, Free"p" star, occupying a location that was definitely not 20 like advertised on their website.

I wanted to find a dress. I really regret not bringing more of my dresses and I thought that I could find one for cheap at the thrift store. The upstairs was crowded and lined with racks upon wall racks of sweaters and jackets. There were also some jeans and sequin dresses hanging up. Online said that the store had a 1 euro bin that was supposed to be a goldmine. I found a few plaid shirts and a long dress that might have had potential, but I wasn't in love. I went downstairs down a spiral staircase, and found some dresses for 5 euro but they just weren't right. There were lots more sweaters but none were right. I was just about to waste a euro on a plaid shirt when I happened to stumble upon a black sweater.

It was perfect. It's a thick sweater that is loose at the top. The bottom is stretchy and form fitting so that the sweater is perfect to be worn as a dress. The top left shoulder has gold thread made to look like flower metals with shiny black fabric rosettes in the center with black sequin beads to look like leaves. I tried it on in front of the tiny mirror the shop had downstairs. There was a man taking up the entire mirror and another girl kept barging in. I had to pardon the man to even get five seconds to see myself in the mirror. It was perfect. It was five euros, and absolutely perfect for me. It even smells like mothballs like the clothing I get from my mother's closet.

I came home and managed to work on my pop paper while eating the last of my nutella. I should have bought more when I was at franprix. Fatal mistake.

I spent the rest of the evening half-heartedly watching Judge Judy and surfing the internet. Today is the first day that I'm actually bored and aimless. Tomorrow will be a different story. I have to go to a concert for pop that should make my day very fascinating.