Week 2: February

What an excessively long week that just happens to come to an end thankfully. I got a cold on Tuesday evening thanks to someone who I have no idea, but I am not impressed. The good thing about this was that I only started to feel it Tuesday night before going to bed, and since I don’t have classes on Wednesday it turns out all really good. I layed in bed and rested for the entire time and developped a love for the show Ugly Betty. It’s so cheesy that it’s funny in a cute way that I can’t quite understand. I just can’t stop watching it, so much that I found the entire season and watched it all on Friday after class.

The worst part about being sick was that I really wanted to go to the Skating Extravaganza that Ginette organized. So I was feeling better and left the boring class early, so I went skating and it was a lots of fun. I love skating, but the blades are so dull that it’s just about impossible to do; so I feel sorry for anyone who can’t skate well. There was this really annoying guy with these weird skates that make tricks, and he kept trying to trip people so we were going to try to trip him since he’s an asswhole, but we didn’t manage to as he left before us.

In other exciting news there was a huge group of Welsh people there who couldn’t speak a word of French and thefore renting skates for them was a sturggle. We taught them numbers and the ladies behind the desk laughed at us. Whatever, I feel like a better person for doing it and so all is swell. Afterwards we went to WokThaï and ate some chicken and Saté with noodles. It was expensive but it was alright and a quick food before going to choir.

So I went to choir at the university and the people were a little less rude this time, but the songs made me so happy. They can’t sing English songs since it’s too difficult for pronounciation, but then the Old French song was difficult for me. It was called “Le Chant des Oyseaux” and yes I know the spelling is wrong, but it’s Old French so don’t complain! The song requires the tenors to have a very high range, but with a scratchy throat I was just plain struggling the whole time. It was fun though, and then I went to sleep. Sleep is so good and I love it more than anything.

I went shopping on Friday as well and I spent 13€ and my bag was full; and I don’t know how I managed it. I need refills on Orange Juice and milk, as well as eggs because I’ve developped a burning desire for omlettes. So what is an omlette anyways? For me it’s bacon, eggs, and cheese. It’s so basic, but so nice, but the ones I make are so greasy, but I don’t care because I need to put on weight anyways. However, having said that I need to make sure I look fine for Saturday night.

Elle is holding a bad-taste party, so I’m busting out the scandelous outfits and making sure I clash like no other. I will be the only one in theme I bet, but I don’t care because I probably wont be let into Salamandre anyways. We shall see, and on top of all this Melodifestivalen in Göteborg is tonight, and I won’t be seeing it until Sunday.

Dan’s 22nd Classy Birthday

When someone gives one an opportunity to get dressed up, no questions are asked and you just put the shit on and get ready to go out. Dan’s 22nd birthday was last night and I promised him that I would come since, well it’s SuperDan. He wanted everything to be classy and has advertised this event for many weeks, so everyone was looking spectacular when we went to the Le Saxo. I was stupid and bought a glass of Piniot Noir which turned out to be 4.70€ but it didn’t matter since we were at a really classy pub where we looked the best out of everyone. Much chit chatting before heading to Le Brasseur, a more Dan-British-Type pub, and after being hesitatnt about going downstairs we went down and everyone had a great time.

When it’s Erasmus night at The Living Room, you don’t pass it up, since it’s not as sweaty as Le Salamandre and although being quite small we were all able to squeeze in there so we danced the night away having a wonderful time for Dan’s birthday. By this point in the evening he was still in good condition surprisingly, but by 4am when we left he could barely hold his head up, and therefore was struggling. He was a limp noodle, and we all got into a snowball fight before being nearly arrested. Luckly us few sober ones were able to save the situation and find our way home being lost and all. When Dan says to rock on and dance, you damn well rock on and dance and have a good time and that’s what we did. Crazy drinks with lights in them, and crazy drunk people everywhere; it all equals a crazy night out but luckily nothing went wrong and Dan had a great birthday. I somehow managed to crawl out of bed the next day to go to class and then skating for the first time in like forever. It was horrible since the skates were dull and I fell about a million times because they had no traction at all. Turning was like trying to cut butter with a finger; useless.

On a sad note Shirin lost her coat, but stole someone elses which was similar. She was pissed, and mad, so the situation remeid itself in time, thankfully. Otherwise it would have been a sad scene on the streets of Strasbourg!