Meghan's Brain Has Been Fried From Homework

Happy April Fool's Day! I was tempted to write an entry saying I'd gotten engaged/ married/ had been thrown in jail for drug possession, but I resisted. You're all very lucky as one of my friends informed his parents that he wasn't coming back to the States because he'd fallen in love with a French girl and her baker father was giving him an apprenticeship at his bakery. Another girl wrote her parents telling them she hadn't written them in awhile because participating in a protest got her put in jail. I'm being nicer and not lying.

Sarkozy decided to make museums free for all people under 25, so he and I are friends right now. A bunch of people from the Central College group are going to Versailles on Saturday (I'm going to bike in the gardens and I refuse to be held back!) and then Giovanni and I are going to some other museum on Sunday. No idea which one yet.

My Twilight expose (speech) went alright. I got nervous so it's possible that I might have spoken too fast. It's also possible that I might have mentioned that Twilight has both bad writing (the grammar is really poor) and is slightly antifeminist as well as having shallow characters, and when my teacher asked, "Then why is it so popular?" I may or may not have said, "Because it's amazing!!!!!!!!!!"

I'm pretty sure everyone in that class thinks I'm mentally unstable. Ah well, I'll never see most of them after I get back to the States, right?

For some reason, this has been intense homework week. With my expose, projects, test and papers, my brain has been destroyed. It hasn't been used to having this much work since... Loras finals week. It's much harder to concentrate in Paris than it is in Dubuque. I've gotten all my work done, it just takes longer.

I met Giovanni's friends this weekend. They were a bunch of nerds, so we got along really well. One of them was a literature major who only spoke French and Italian... very little English (he's Beligian), so we discussed books and our favorite authors and genres in French. I had no idea I knew that much French, so that was fun. The other two were Italian mathematicians. One of them specialized in Algebra Geometry, which apparently is NOT a mix of algebra and geometry, and should never be thought of as such. I still have no idea what algebra geometry is, but it just SOUNDS unfun and like a class I would have slept through in high school. Both Italians spoke English, but not French. Occasionally, they would forget I didn't speak Italian and attempt to ask me something. Thankfully, most of the time someone would go "MEGHAN DOESN'T SPEAK ITALIAN! ENGLISH, GUYS!" I would usually forget most of them didn't know French and respond in French, so there were a lot of miscommunications. I think we all did well though.

I'm going to a club again on Thursday and I'm really excited. Arnaud and Ben invited me again. They said it was similiar to the one last week, so it should be a good time all around. (Don't worry, Mom. I'll be careful.)

Alright, my friend David and I are seeing the rest of Pere Lachaise (Oscar Wilde!) because our class got cancelled so we have beaucoup de temps.

Disneyland: Meghan's Future Home

I LOVE DISNEYLAND PARIS! If I could live there, I would. At the end of the day, Molly and I were trying to think of places we could hide for the night so that no one would be able to kick us out. Though we had a few promising sleeping places, we did actually end up leaving.

We went on almost every single ride, except "It's A Small World" because I have a great fear of getting stuck on the ride and being forced to listen to that stupid song for hours on end, after which I will go crazy and jump off the boat, smashing in all the heads of those singing dolls.

It's a very detailed fear.

There really aren't words to describe my day, so I'll make one up: funnificent. Yes, it was a very funnificent day. We ran around all through the park and were probably more excited than all the small children when we saw Sleeping Beauty and Prince Phillip. Of course, they'd only take pictures with the small children (it's prejudice, I tell you), but I still saw them!

We were exhausted but incredibly happy by the time we got back.

This morning I found a note from the Italian I met in the kitchen asking if I wanted to do something. We ended up going to a free museum with Molly, Musée du quai Branly. It was mostly African, Native American, and Indonesian art. Though it had no French stuff, it was still pretty cool. The national museums in Paris are always free the first Sunday of the month. It's quite lovely.

The Italian's name is Giovanni, which is so Italian that it's equal to meeting someone named Pierre in France. I've convinced him to be our guide through Italy for Spring Break. Myriem (Mimi, the Moroccan girl from our foyer) is going to be our guide through Morocco, and we're still attempting to find a Grecian to show us through Greece but Mimi and Molly have a Greek friend here so it shouldn't be too hard.

I think I should be their guide through Disneyland. It's only fair.