I woke up lazily at 8:30 this morning and got up to make breakfast. I poured a bowl of cereal only to realize that, after filling the bowl with milk, I only had a tablespoon left for my coffee. Who knew that I would actually be sad when I finished a container of milk....or that I would use an entire container of milk! I've really grown as a person in Paris. I made my sad, slightly milky coffee and got back into bed. My coffee didn't taste as delicious this morning, and I think I put too much coffee in it. I had a headache after chugging only half of it. I messed around on facebook before getting up. I washed some more dishes before taking the trash out. I decided to finally take my trash out today after seeing the milk bottle barely teetering on top of the huge mound of trash. It was really a five alarm sound when I started putting the discarded hair from my hairbrush on the floor next to the trashcan because there was no more room. I really need to change my ways.
I came back from my adventure downstairs, during which my feet stuck to the floor of the trash room due to spilled juice (no wonder i don't go down there), to hear a strange noise coming down the hallway. It turns out that I was hearing the sound of my own computer blasting pandora! I'm just like the other, noisy kids! I felt so ashamed...but not enough to lower the volume on Modest Mouse when I came back inside. Before starting my work, I messaged Morgan to ask if she still wanted to go to Saint Germain des Neiges with me. I had seen an article that was posted to the Accent facebook wall about this event that turns Saint Sulpice into a winter wonderland. There was supposed to be hot wine, ski demonstrations, and skiing for the children. It sounded amazing, and I had to go. Morgan and I decided to go at about four or 4:30 after she got back from shopping. I had plenty of time to get my work done before our adventure.
I then sat down to start my first reading of the day. The reading was a New York Times article for my histories class about the changes that have occurred to Times Square. I really struggled to read it due to my coffee haze. It was ill written anyhow. Next up was reading chapter 21 for Horne. It was only 11 pages about May 1968 and the end of the de Gaulle era. That short reading concluded my reading of The Seven Ages of Paris. I can't believe it's finished.
The reading didn't take me long, so I had moved on to working on my pop presentation by 11. I was able to finish all but the last slide before getting weary (also my allotted hour of work was up). I decided to take the polish off of my nails and then have lunch. I think I'm dying. I'm hungry all the time. I stuff my face and the second I'm finished I'm opening a pack of cookies. What is wrong with me?! I don't think I've ever been this hungry in my life. To fix my ravenous problem, I made myself a plate of thanksgiving food and settled into bed to finish watching The Nut Job.
After lunch I turned to working on my pop paper. It totally sucks. It took me about an hour and a half to work on editing it, and there are still sketchy portions. This paper is the bane of my existence. I don't know what to do. While I was working on my paper, I happened to look down at my nails and realize that my fingernails were toally a gray/blue color. Literally, the whole nail was this weird color except for the very tips. I had had a problem over the summer with having gray toenails, but this is the first time that I realized it on my fingers. It really freaked me out.
After working on the paper, it was already 2:30 so I went to get dressed. I did my hair and makeup and then returned to bed to work on my monument paper. Eh. It's okay. I finished the paper by 3:30 and spent my time waiting for Morgan to message me messing around on the internet. I was hungry again (ohmygod again?!) so I had another plate of thanksgiving food. Morgan messaged me at about four stating that 4:30 still works for her and that she was just waiting for Sophie to get back from Monoprix. Wait. Sophie? I messaged her and asked if Sophie was coming with us and she responded yes. My anti-social heart suddenly sank. I was thinking of ways to back out of our plans when I figured that I'd just suck it up and go along with it. I do like Sophie, after all.
I met the girls downstairs at 4:30 and we walked to Gare de Lyon. My internet was totally sucking, but I've been to Saint Sulpice twice already. I had the basics of the instructions down so I figured we'd just go from there. We got to Gare de Lyon and I led the two girls in walking through an open metro gate. I'm just a bad influence. We then got on the one and took it to Châtelet. We then transferred to the four and went to Saint Sulpice. There was a heard of young, German tourists on the train who were totally annoying because they don't know how to take the metro. The girl next to me was facing the wrong way and kept squirming. Ugh. Tourists.
We got off the metro, followed by the Germans, and walked to Saint Sulpice. The whole street was covered in lit up Christmas stars and other Christmas lighting. Paris is really into Christmas. The whole area around Saint Sulpice was covered in Christmas lights and all the stores were decorated in Christmas themes. We got to the square and saw a hoard of people. Immediately inside the gate was a small area of snow with kids and dogs in it. Sophie wanted to take a picture in the snow so I took the photo with her. We then tried to win small bears out of an arcade game but all of us failed. We saw a ski simulation game, a man chopping wood, and a small run for children to sky on. It was all adorable, but very boring. Most booths were for travel companies and all the activities were for children. We then saw a huge slide at the end of the square. The rider got onto a blow up inner tube and flew down the slide onto a huge inflatable landing pad. Morgan wanted to do it until she heard a girl scream bloody murder before making the most disturbing thud the world has ever heard. At least she was wearing a helmet.
It really does snow in Paris
We then crossed the street and saw a sign pointing in several different directions. We followed the sign down the street and wandered into a shop with Christmas decorations in the window. The shop was adorable with really cute ornaments, but it was way overpriced. Six euros for a butter knife?! We then proceeded to walk towards Saint Germain. We then saw another decorated side street that had another ski run (sans snow this time) for children that ended in a shooting game. All of the shops were decorated and adorable. For once I was actually in the Christmas spirit.
We then got to a main street and decided to walk towards some Christmas lights. It turned out to be nothing, but in front of the nothingness was Le Bon Marché lit up in red lights. I had heard of the store from another student who went there but didn't really know what it was. Morgan and Sophie had read about it in school and wanted to see it. I agreed, and we crossed the street to the store. The outside windows were filled with moving Christmas displays that we had to look at. There were red and white patterned reindeers hauling Santa's sleigh, and assembly line of letters to Santa parading in front of a background, there were reindeers singing into old fashioned microphones, there was even a reindeer working out to power Santa's sleigh using a bike. Adorable.
We went into the department store (through a door opened by a store employee who called me madame. Finally I can get some respect in this country) to figure out that it's just a department store. A really nice, expensive department store, but just a department store. Sophie said she saw a sign that said there would be Christmas decorations on the second floor. We went upstairs to find a few reindeers and Christmas wrapped presents, but nothing special. Morgan was starting to get angry so we headed for the escalator. She then got excited when she saw the food portion of the market. We wanted to pick up some fleur de sel for a friend. She looked at the options and decided against buying any. While there, we saw huge rocks of pink salt and a 79 euro bottle of olive oil. I was sad to be dragged past large displays of sweet treats on the way to the exit.
Outside, Morgan speed walked through the crowd leaving both me and Sophie behind. Seesh. There was a metro stop right outside the door, but it was the 10 and the 12. We looked at the map and finally decided just to get on a train and see where it took us. As we approached the first sign, the direction Mairie Issy looked familiar. I then realized the other word on the sign was Auberville. It was the train to Montmartre! We walked to the train and got on. We then took the train to Concorde where Morgan again proceeded to speed walk. We were going to take the one, but the crowd on the way to the train was huge. We decided against it and took the eight instead. Morgan speed walked again on the way to the platform. We walked to the end of the platform where no one was standing and were able to get on a car with open seats.
We got home and I finally managed to go downstairs to get hot cocoa from Morgan. She loaded the cup I took downstairs full of hot coco mix. I was questioning why she would give me so much, but she and Sophie said that each cup needed three huge tablespoons. I was still doubting them but came back upstairs with the mix and set straight away to heating up some water. I put the first tablespoon of mix in and it tasted like water, one tablespoon more and it was barely chocolatey, the third tablespoon finally did it. I added some sugar for good measure and had gulped it down within five minutes. Next up was painting my nails so that I didn't have to see their weird color anymore. My internet is still sucky today so I painted them while I waited for five years for some Netflix to load. The rest of my evening has consisted of reading half loaded articles online and bouncing between tv shows on netflix. I've been tired since I got home. It's so time for a nap.
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