wine and bubble

I didn't leave the house today. I'm sorry.

Last night I found the movie "Nowhere Boy" on netflix. I've only seen the movie once during a free showing at school my first year, and I remember absolutely loving it. When I found it last night I was so excited. I knew that I shouldn't start watching it so close to bedtime, but I couldn't help myself. I tried to turn it off, but I didn't end up going to bed until a few minutes to eleven. I was sorry for it this morning when I couldn't get out of bed. I sat in bed until my alarm went off and then grabbed my computer from the table without putting on the light. I checked facebook until 8:15 when I finally got up. I made my sweet coffee and a bowl of cereal and had one minute to spare before I was supposed to be at my desk at 8:30. I was just sitting down when I pulled open the shade. The most beautiful sunrise was occurring. There was a broad pinkish purple band stretching out across the horizon. I snapped a few pictures on my camera and sat down to work.

I started the day off with a reading for histories about La Défense. I keep reading about this place, and I've seen pictures, but I don't feel the need to go. Everyone says that it's a strange ghost town. No need to waste time seeing it. The readings will just have to suffice. Next up was working on my french presentation about friendship. I wrote it by typing in English into google to translate it into French then to a service that corrects grammar and then using the same website to fine tune the translation. I spend a lot of time cheating on my French work. I wrote the last section about Elizabeth, but I'm not telling you exactly what I said. She's always the subject of my French essays. After my cheating spree, I turned my attention to....hmmm what came next? Oh yeah, I studied for histories next.

It only took a about ten minutes to finish outlining my histories notes. I couldn't decide if I wanted to outline the two lectures from before the midterm that I didn't outline before, but I decided against it. I spent the rest of the allotted hour (except for seven minutes) highlighting the notes and writing key words in the margins for referencing later. I think that Christina is going to emphasize the last bit of the course but will probably want us to use material from the midterm. I just want to see the questions already.

Next I practiced my pop presentation. First I made myself a cup of tea using a base of lemonade (I found some instant lemonade in the cupboard that I had forgotten about) with a strawberry tea bag. Oh. My. Lord. It was perfectly sweet and delicious. That will be happening again. The first time I started to practice my presentation, I got tongue tied and started over. Then I did the presentation in 10 minutes 43 seconds. The next time I did it in 10 minutes 11 seconds. The third time was 9 minutes and 51 seconds!! What is going on?!!!!! This presentation is going to be the death of me.

I was getting hungry by this point so I grabbed some cookies and started to study for French. I didn't get any of the subjunctive conjugations wrong! I'm amazing. I better be just as amazing on the quiz on Tuesday. After the subjunctive I finished the vocab for chapter 10 and moved on reviewing chapter 11 (or something like that. I finished the day reviewing croire en and the vocab for how to check myself into a hotel. god, my entire day has blurred together. I can't remember anything).

I figured that I should probably have some lunch. Remember the other day when I made soup for lunch? Well that weird gunk that was left in the bottom of the bowl isn't water soluble. It has been in the sink ever since I dumped the bowl there. What the hell is in French processed foods?!!! Disgusting. I don't want to eat the last packet. Today I decided to make cream of mushroom soup for lunch. Mom sent me an extra can of Campbell's cream of mushroom soup when she sent my thanksgiving package. She used to always make it for me when I was younger just like she used to eat it when she was little. I put a big spoonful into a bowl, mixed in a bunch of milk, added tons of black pepper, and finished it with a bit of garlic powder. My favorite. I was a little sad that I didn't have saltines to go with it. While I was treating myself I figured that I wouldn't work through lunch. I put on Nowhere Boy and ate at my desk.

My day went downhill from there. I then spent about four hours studying for my pop class. Do you know how it feels to finish a medium size jar of nutella? I do. I was scraping the last bit out of the glass jar today and pondering my life choices. I will get another jar tomorrow. I'm going to get a large this time. I was hoping to leave the house today, but I didn't finish studying for pop until about four and I still had to edit my pop paper before talking to mom at eight. I was already tired, and when I looked outside, it was raining. I guess seeing the sunrise today was enough of a taste of the outside world.

My stomach was really rumbling so I thought that I'd have to fix something for dinner. I don't have anything in the cupboard, and I only had about three euros left in my budget (I saved 40 euros this week, but the surplus always goes to my adventures. I'm a cheap bastard for a reason). I saw the half eaten box of pasta and jar of pasta sauce that mom bought me and figured that I'd make that. Then I'd have food for at least two days and wouldn't have to worry about it for awhile. I made myself a cup of coffee then I put some salted water on to boil for the pasta and grabbed a pot for the sauce. The sauce tasted way too sweet and...processed. I started adding cups (okay maybe only one cup) of powdered garlic and tons of black pepper but nothing was working. I remembered that I still have that bottle of wine in the fridge and grabbed that. I remembered that wine adds acidity to pasta sauce, and I figured that the sauce desperately needed it. I knew that there would be a taste of raw alcohol but I didn't really care. The sauce was better but still needed help. I then remembered that I had some bullion cups in the cupboard that mom sent. I threw in a few sprinklings of one and the sauce tasted better. It was at least eatable then.

I cooked my pasta for damn near forever. I tasted one piece and it seemed close to done. I gave it another minute and then drained it and stirred it into the sauce. I wish that I had cooked it longer. It still tasted a little raw. At least I had a warm dinner. I ate my meal while watching Nowhere Boy. At six o'clock I turned my attention to my pop paper. An hour and a half later I had finished it in agony. It still just isn't right. I emailed Mindy to ask for help with my first paragraph. I think that my first and last sentences might sound like two different thesis, and I don't want to fall into that trap again. Last time it killed my paper and I don't want it to happen again.

I dragged my weary body out of bed and got into the shower. After my shower I got into bed with the rest of my sour gummy worms and finished Nowhere Boy before mom called. We talked for a bit, but she was in the storage unit so people kept distracting her and the bad connection wasn't helping matters. We're going to talk again tomorrow.

Is it sad that I can't wait to go to bed? I poured myself the rest of my hard cider. Hopefully it helps me sleep. I've got another day of satan tomorrow. At least I'll leave the house tomorrow. I'm out of nutella.