Fort bien.

Whoever reads this totally sucks at leaving comments (unless your name is Emma Grace, Hilary Raye, Lauren Michelle or Maggie Whose Middle Name I Do Not State For Fear of Getting Cut.) Yeah, so if those aren't your names, I'm mad at you.

I did my Baudelaire expose today, and as frustrating as that was, I am unbelievably glad that I don't have to worry about it for the rest of the semester like everyone (minus Kara, who also did hers today). It was an oral presentation in which I had to analyze one of Baudelaire's prose poems for ten minutes in front of the class. Good times. I think I pretty much said the same thing repeatedly, but the professor (who is a meanie, in case I haven't mentoined that) said she was glad we had both focused on details. She seemed happy, or as happy as she gets...well, maybe not as happy as when she laughs at us because we don't understand what she means when she says "Do you think Baudelaire is a mystique?" But still, happy. So I'm hoping I didn't fail that horribly, but you never know.

The phonetique professor gets on my nerves more and more each class. He's entertaining for sure, but it's a little too much to handle twice a week. Also, there's a girl in our class who, for whatever reason, doesn't pronounce things perfectly (even when she speaks English, it's not a linguistic thing), and he appears to not get that asking her to repeat herself over and over agian is NOT going to help. I kind of want to slap a hoe...him being the hoe, obviously.

All of grammar today was spent asking linguistic/cultural questions, which is basically why I love that class and that professor. I love how during almost every class either Brittany or Nina will ask a question to the effect of "Our host family does blankity blank blank, do all French people do that?" Because the answer is always "Uh...no. Your family's just weird." But weird as they may be, they DO have a chateau...

Also, my carte imagine-R arrived today! The card lets you travel for free on the Paris buses, metro, RER, and trains anywhere within Ile de France (basically 100km around Paris). Souped. Especially since now I don't have to count out bazillions of coins every time I get on the bus.

I got my absentee ballot, filled it out, and will mail it tomorrow. Even more souped. Valerie also decided that we are going to stay up all night to watch the elections with lots of food, which sounds fabulous. But I just realized that I'll be in Strasbourg with dad on the 4th. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to sleep, so I'm hoping that our hotel gets a channel that will be showing them...although that seems unlikely. Maybe I'll just make dad find an american bar so we can stay up all night THERE.

And now it is definitely time to go to bed, because I am exhausted.