Bring it.

DAMMIT SUBCONSCIOUS COPYING. But yes. I'm going to beat you up with a baguette so hard that I'll be able to spread you on it afterwards and sell it in the street. You're going to meet my friend pain.

Hee hee hee.

Asides aside, we got to sleep in today because there was no sport. I kept having strange dreams about missing train stops on the City Loop and also that I got Sim a carrot for her birthday. No more Starbursts before bed for me. But sleeping in was good. Why is there no sport today every day?

Yesterday after school we went to Phillipe and Thibault's house again to decorate their giant-ass Christmas tree while pumping songs such as ABBA and Mambo No. 5 and various French songs I didn't know at full volume from their stereo. The tree was so giant-ass that we had to throw tinsel at it and wrap the lights around with a two metre long extendable hedge cutter from the second floor. And there were enough lights to drown a horse (Mmm, mixed metaphor). I was rather amused by a collection of bear ornaments which had all broken and looked exceedingly demonic. I found their collection of Wii games and kept laughing at Twilight Princess in French. Phillipe said it was his favourite game and I said I thought Ocarina of Time was better, which caused him to amusedly say "Ocarina of Time" over and over again until Mathilde told him to shut up, at which point he said "We're talking about Zelda. Please." and went back to repeating "Ocarina of Time" with a couple of "Super Smash Brothers Brawl"s chucked in there for good measure. And people here know Muse! This is such a nice change from my mum's "What's Muse?" and my brother's "What the hell is Muse?" and my sister's "What's a muse?"

I do not understand I word of eco. The teacher wrote what I thought was "walrus" on the board, but that only counted as a word I understood of eco until Juliette told me it was "Walras" and that Walras was a neo-classical economist. Not even she knows what this means. In English we watched a video on the stolen generation (the literal french translation of this is "stolen babies") which would have been fine if it hadn't had this irritating happy marimba tune that kept playing. I'm pretty sure I (not Juliette, she was timetabled differently) wagged history today, but screw that, because it's boring and French-centric (Frenchric?). Instead we went to see her friend Quentin again at his school in Rich Land. They had Nooi for lunch. Nooi is like the best idea ever. Also, the dorms at his school smell like the shops in Maling Road. Fun fact: The name "Quentin" does not amuse me here because it is pronounced Kon-ta.

Florent (Unfortunately his name is not Florence! This makes me sad) the thinks-I'm-pretty class nerd guy came up to me today as I was trying to leave and said in very deliberate and accented english "Because I don't get many chances to practice my English, is it OK if I give you my address?" and I was like "Uuuuuuhhhhhhh...?" I think my face when I came out of the classroom must have been pretty damned funny 'cos I was so confusedly freaked out and at the same time highly amused. Juliette has told me to tell him that I am here to speak french. At least I only have one day left of classes before we go to Brittany, where he cannot wait after class to ask me if I am going to the mass (???)

I think I have a cold. This is not surprising as every day seems to be colder than the last. Juliette keeps saying she's cold. EVEN THE LOCALS ARE FREEZING. WHY WOULD YOU LIVE HERE? WHY NOT DRAG THE COUNTRY SOUTH SOMEWHAT? I miss being able to feel my nose.

--Emma