I've Already Failed at Lent

Giving up English for Lent has been a bad idea. Apparently, I don't know enough French. I'll just put this on my list entitled "Things I've Given Up for Lent That Have Only Lasted for 3 Hours."

At least I went to church to get ashes today. I've forgotten to mention it before, but Jesus tastes better in France. (Can I go to Hell for saying that?) Not many people in my program are Catholic, so they had very strong reactions to seeing the ashes on my forehead. Most of them thought it was a massive bruise. My favorite was "Oh my God, Meghan! What happened to you?!" I told her I'd gotten into a fight on the metro, but added, "You should see the other guy."

I should probably give up lying for Lent, but where's the fun in that?

None of us were sure where to go this weekend. Prague, Barcelona, and Italy were too expensive, but then Molly and I found something for 29 euro: Disneyland Paris. That's right, I'm chillaxin with Mickey this weekend! I can't wait. I figure I'm not really Parisian until I've been to their Disneyland. I mean, isn't that how you're supposed to judge a country? It's not by the character of its people, or how good its food is, or how pretty it is, or by its economy. No, it's by how awesome their Disney theme park is. And if they don't have a Disney themepark they don't even count as a country. As only 4 countries have Disney resorts, pretty much the entire world is screwed.

Although technically the Paris resort is a Euro Disney resort, so I guess all of Europe is covered.

I bought Twilight in French! I only know what they're saying because I've read it six million times in English, but my program director told me this was a good thing. I suppose I'm learning more words this way. I think I've hit a French roadblock, though. I'm way better at pronouncing things now, but I think my mind got tired of learning words and is now like "Screw this. You know how to order food. What more do you want from me?!"

I have homework, so I should probably go do that. I wrote a short story this afternoon in English instead of doing anything productive in French. I'm going to do homework then force Mimi to talk to me only in French. Though, I lent her Twilight while I was writing my story so I doubt she'll want to speak to any human beings until she finishes it. Such is the power of Edward Cullen.