Is, ah, something else. The taste didn’t leave my mouth until I ate something else. But, je ne regrette rien!
No hangover this morning. It was a good morning.
Around one o’clock, Roxane and I decided we wanted to go ice skating. She looked up if there was a rink nearby. And what luck, there was! It was about a ten minute walk from a metro station and cost two euros. Fun and cheap! I’ve never been before, so it was bound to be interesting. I hoped to myself that I would walk away with maybe just a sore body and nothing else! And so we were off. We walked to the bus stop near her grandmom’s house and waited for its arrival. After, we picked up the metro, changed lines, and got off on our stop with two others. They were college age or appeared so. Roxane was a little unsure of where to go exactly. Google maps isn’t the most accurate. So we asked the couple about the particular street we needed to find. They guided us through, what I later found out, the university campus. It was dead, no surprise. It’s the holidays! We parted ways with the couple, they pointed us in a general direction. They were not exactly sure where the complex was, which would be a continuing theme. At the time, I was under the impression that the building was part of the university. Not so. When we arrived in the “over there direction” we didn’t see anything labeled “sport complex,” etc. We asked two girls on bikes, which got us another “um, that direction…I think.” It was the best we had. I can’t access the Internet and Roxane is getting by on a simple flip phone until she gets a new one. So continuing in the “that way” direction, we ended up at a main road with a hospital across the street. On the walk there, it was eerily empty. But not in the ‘away for holiday’ way. No, there was a sense of post-apocalypse. Walking Dead or the awful Chernobyl Diaries. Especially the latter. The looming white buildings with black windows, no sign of life. Little dark crevasses for someone or something to pop out of. Back on the sidewalk, we were unsure of which way to go. So, we asked a guy standing by the bus stop. With a shrug he apologized and said he didn’t know. We asked two other girls. One didn’t know, the other said she wasn’t sure exactly but knew that it was near two bus stops from where we were. She pointed us in that direction. Tromping on, we found the stop and looked at the map. Grace à dieu! On the map we saw the label for the complex. Crossing the street, we walked down a residential area. We came across two women and again asked about the complex. Without hesitation and with a resoluteness, the one woman told us it was just around the block. And so it was! Finally, we’d found the building. Upon entering it, we were greeted with the strong smell of chlorine. For some reason, i find that smell comforting. To the right was the pool and the left led to the rink. We didn’t see anyone in the ticket office. Maybe they were near the rink, so we walked over. But, no luck! Going back to the office we see a sign. We were too late. The office was closed and the last tickets were given out thirty minutes prior. Defeated, we walked out of the building. Walking towards the metro, we decided to drown our sorrows in McDo (McDonald’s). And so, we caught the metro back into the city and entered the first McDonald’s in sight.
Rainy morning. Reading Lord of the Rings. A peaceful Sunday.
I went to one tonight with my friend and her friend. Granted it wasn’t a full blown club. It was part pub and part dance club. It was nice and I thoroughly enjoyed our time there. But, I don’t think I’d actively good to one. All in all the music is the same song after the other more or less. All dance remixes. Except for Gangnam Style, which caused everyone to get up and dance Psy’s signature move.
Another realization I had tonight, Stella Artois is good.
I’m in love with today. The weather was so beautiful. I could drive down the highway with my windows down and music blaring. At home I laid in bed with the cool breeze blowing in and warm sunlight filling the room. This was the most pleasant December day I can recall.
Having to explain your problems multiple times.
Oh so my Dad emailed me to tell me that ever since mentioning to my Grandmom that I watched (and loved) Band of Brothers she enlisted the help of my great aunt to buy the dvds online. She’s super proud of herself. <3
If I ever decide to want to have (read: adopt) children and I have a son, I want to name him Ezra Alexander.
I build it up in my head that my advisor will say I’m not on track/won’t graduate on time. It’s never the case though. She assures me that everything is fine. Today, I got a real confidence boost from her. She kindly reminded me that I’m completing a rigorous major in just 3 years. Of course, it’s not as if I’m completing college in just three years. I was undecided about my major for a year. Still, it makes me feel pretty fucking good!