Let's start the tale of my day from last night. I was asleep and having a dream about something or another when I swore that I heard screaming. I woke up a bit and the screaming was still there. It sounded like some drunken idiot who was screaming intentionally to wake people up. As I woke up further it sounded like someone screaming bloody murder. I put on some sweatpants and opened the door. Near the stairwell I saw Kenia and Molly with a girl on the ground who was half shirtless. They were grabbing her by the arms and feet and she was screaming and thrashing and yelling "I don't want to be a kappa." Kenia and Molly were screaming at her "Anna, come one. You're going to get us in trouble." I went back inside and closed the door. I then heard more screaming and went outside to investigate. By now no one was in the hallway but I decided to track to noise. I walked down to room 62 and heard screaming from inside the room. I then went upstairs to get Kate. This was ridiculous.
I went upstairs and rung Kate's bell. I didn't hear anything and was just about to leave when Kate came to the door. She was wearing a cute, red onesie with big white polka dots on it. She only opened the door a crack and I could see that she was rubbing her eyes as if yawning. I told her that there was screaming from room 62 and that she should come investigate. I heard her mutter "this better be good" as I got back on the elevator. They told me to wake her up if I heard noise. I came back downstairs and got in bed. I was definitely awake by then. A few minutes later I heard scuffling and then heard a female voice say "what the hell are you doing?!". It must have been Kate. I heard Kate's voice some more and then heard her discussing something with another girl for awhile. The noise eventually stopped and I went back to bed.
I woke up with a start and thought that I had overslept. Last night I didn't set an alarm because today wasn't going to be that busy. I reached for my phone and realized that it was only 8:30. I got up and made my sugar coffee and put the rest of my Normandie cake on a plate. I had a relaxed breakfast in bed while I shopped on Nordstrom online and responded to facebook notices.
I got to my desk by 9:15 after getting distracted by washing dishes. There's so much stuff in the sink that pot handles are taking over half the counter. The trash is so full that I might have to start putting new refuse on the floor. I'm too lazy to take it out. I started my day by reading an article for my histories class. It talked about how architects and city planners have either planned on or actually succeeded in destroying Paris and how whole quartiers have lost their original identities. It was depressing.
Next up was reading half of chapter 20 in Horne. My reading was really fatiguing me so I took a break to work on my pop presentation. I have to present my paper to the class on the 10th. Since my mac has absolutely no functions like a regular computer, I've been forced to build my presentation on an online site. I've started work on the first three slides (literally the title page, the slide that has the music video i'm presenting, and the slide with my thesis and a picture of the album cover). That took me about 45 minutes.
I then used my credit card (with mom's permission) to buy the evening cruise on the seine that I had been looking at. It was only 10 euros and it's something thats been on the list for ages. I think that I'll do it on Sunday. I think I told you all this yesterday. Since I had to print the confirmation, and Accent isn't open on the weekends, I knew that I had to go print it today. I also looked up instructions to go to parc buttes chaumont today. I passed it last week and remembered that it was on the list. I had made a mental note to go this weekend so I figured today was as good a day as any despite the gray sky.
I then heated up a plate of thanksgiving foods so that I could eat lunch while editing my pop paper. It's getting better, but it's still a little sketchy. Next up was fighting through the last 14 pages of Horne to finish the chapter. It was already two by this point and I knew that it would be getting dark fast. I had to make a move. I threw on some clothes and a hat to hide my ruined hair and walked to Accent. I printed my confirmation and then took the eight from Ledru-Rollin to République and transferred to the 11 and went to Pyrénés.
I got off the metro, crossed the street, saw which direction the street sign was pointing, and walked to the park. At first the park was really boring. It was pretty but there was no noticeable reason to waste perfectly good metro tickets. I had read online that there was some kind of structure in the park that was notable. I figured that I'd walk to find it and then go home. I kept walking and passed several cute bridges and patches of flowers. The park is like the other English gardens in Paris--weird. The steps are all made out of concrete but made to look like they're wooden. The park is entirely wooded with large patches of perfectly green grass in the open spaces. I wandered along a driveway (yeah, like a street in the middle of the park; there were even cars parked on it) and found a large clearing that overlooked a small stream. I walked down the hill to the stream and started following it.
The stream lead to some stairs that lead between two, boulder-filled areas. The space below was completely yellow due to all of the fallen leaves. I got to the bottom of the stairs and turned left. There, in front of me, was a huge lake with a gigantic cliff jutting out of it. There were several bridges in the area as well. In the lake were a flock of some kind of adorable white birds and some ducks swimming around. They kept diving and then bringing themselves at full height with their wings outstretched when they came out of the water. I kept following the lake and found the other side of the huge cliff and the cupola that I had read about online. There was also a large flock of geese sitting on the banks as well as a carousel and a few people fishing in the lake.
I looked up at the cupola and saw people looking over the edge. I felt the need to go up there but I figured that there would be tons of stairs to the top and my knees weren't up for it. I kept walking along and saw a set of stairs leading past some weird statue. The work was that weird shade of green like when pennies oxidize. The top looked like a monster but it had goat feet. The plaque below it stated that it was dedicated to the man in charge of parks. What a strange tribute. I followed the stairs and realized that they lead to a bridge that would lead to the cupola.
I walked across the bridge and had the best view. I could see all of the scary green grass and the trees all shades of yellow with the houses that ring the park in the background. I took some pictures and then climbed the stairs to the cupola. I could see the whole neighborhood. I even spotted Sacré Coeur in the distance. This is why I get out of bed. I left the cupola and got myself back to the metro.
I was going to take the 11 back to the eight, but then I realized that the 11 would stop at Hôtel de Ville and Châtelet. I decided to stay on the metro until Hôtel de Ville so that I could watch a young couple. When I got on the metro I realized that there was a girl with Downs syndrome sitting across from me. There was also a boy who was leaning against the metro pole and another young girl sitting in a seat across the aisle. I figured that they were siblings until I saw the boy kiss the girl with downs syndrome right on the lips. He and his sister got off the metro and he leaned back into the car to give his girlfriend another kiss before the doors closed. I then saw the girl pull out her cellphone to call her boyfriend. She looked confused when he didn't answer. We both got off at Hôtel de Ville and I lost track of her. I wanted to watch her to make sure no one hurt her. I hope she was okay.
I couldn't decide if I wanted to take the one to Gare de Lyon or take the eight from Bastille and get off at Ledru. I decided at the last minute to take the eight from Bastille. I know I could have gotten home quicker if I took the eight from République, but it was too late for that decision. I wasn't in a rush anyway.
I walked home and started to google tv shows to watch. People's Court didn't air a new episode yesterday since it was Thanksgiving (boo!) so I fumbled around until I found an episode of Chopped after hours. That wasn't very entertaining but I watched it while I ate a snack of nacho cheese dip and the mini tostada shells mom sent me. It turns out that they're just naturally chewy. Maybe they're stale or something. You would think that tostada shells are supposed to be crunchy.
I watched an episode of the last 24 about jim morrison on netflix. He died in Paris in Le Marais. As I was watching the show, I kept naming the places that they were going. They showed Rue de Rosiers and kept showing Sacré Coeur which I thought was a strange choice. Jesus and Jim Morrison don't mix. I've walked in the exact spot on the quai behind Notre Dame as the actors did. I was confused as to what brasserie in the Bastille they visited and couldn't quite identify what bridge they were showing. Wow. I really am Parisian. I even thought "call 311!" when Jim's girlfriend found him dead.
I then turned to editing my monument paper. Eh. It's coming along...I hope. Only a few more days to fix it before my first draft for Christina.
Next up was watching a documentary on Netflix about a town in Wales that has been experiencing high numbers of suicides. The documentary said that 99 people had committed suicide in five years. It was the saddest thing. The worst part was when the film said that one of the main people interviewed had hung himself three weeks after the last interview with him was finished. I had watched this kid continuously say how he'd never commit suicide and then he did it too. Then the documentary interviewed his mom. The day he died he had tried to get help at a hospital but they turned him away. He then tried to commit suicide and failed. After that attempt he went to the hospital who told him they couldn't help him. He then went to the police station and was turned away. Finally his committed suicide in the field behind his mom's house. His case was somehow sadder than the woman who lost her nephew, daughter, and husband to suicide. We hadn't talked to them for an hour.
Why do I watch such sad things before bed?
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