So after much pain and suffering I think I finally have my courses for next semester planned. They should go as follows:

1) Grammaire at Hamilton, Tues/Thurs 11:15 - 12:30
2) Modernisme Americain at Paris III Monde Anglophone, Tues 3 - 5
3) Paris Multiculturelle at Hamilton, Thurs 1:15 - 2:30
4) L'Enfant aux Pays des Adultes at Paris III, Fri 12 - 2

Which means I get to take one of my two literature classes in English. Which is great, because there's no way I would be able to even look at the cover of As I Lay Dying in any other language without having an anneurism. I would've preferred Modernisme Brittanique just for the joy of discussing Woolf with French people, but sadly that clashes with Grammaire. I also would've preferred Moyen Age, le Myth de Tristan et Yseult over Paris Multiculturelle, but I don't think three literature classes would be a wise idea.

Saturday night was dinner with Leah and her boyfriend Drew who was visiting from Italy. It was tres amusante, except for the mean crepe man who, even though we came to his establishment bearing at least eight hungry people willing to pay him for food, was irritated and snappish with us. But his crepes were delicious, both the savory (cheese, ham and lettuce) and the sweet (nutelle and bananas). Afterwards we wandered around aimlessly in the freezing cold, found Brandon-the-Birthday-Boy, and Jess and Rebecca, and tried to find some place to go that wasn't jam packed with French people who were overly enthusiastic about whatever sport it was that they were all watching. I think it was rugby, but I could be wrong. Anyway, after a lot of "What do you want to do?" "I don't know, what do you want to do?"-ing, we (me, Kristin, Hannah, Ellen and Linnaea) came back to my house to have a sleepover. We figured if Leah and Drew were getting to have a sleepover we should have one too, so Ellen brought Pride and Prejudice, we bought a huge bag of gummies, and it was deliciously stereotypical and very entertaining.

The next day it was disgusting--freezing cold and gray with super dark clouds, and it even changed from rain to snow for a few minutes, but nothing stuck. Kristin, Hannah and I stayed inside, made some pasta and planned our courses, then headed to the Andy Warhol museum at the Luxembourg to meet Jen. The exhibition was disappointingly small (mostly disappointing because it wasn't free, even with our art history cards) but it was alright.

Then I decided I would rather walk home in the pouring rain under the ominous looking sky than wait 25 minutes for the bus, so I did. It turned out not to be the best idea since the bottom half of my jeans was completely soaked by the time I got back. Oh well.

Today the computer man fixed my computer. To be fair, it wasn't actually broken, I'm just an idiot. But either way it works now, and he even told me how to make it connect to Valerie's internet, which is good. Or it will be if it works.

Ellen, Kristin and I metroed it over to the Champs Elysees to look at the Marche de Noel, which is pretty cool but not as Christmasy as I'd like. But there's a ferris wheel, which means I definitely have to come back, preferrably at night, to ride it like the nerd that I am.

Lastly, I have to read the rest of Therese Raquin for tomorrow, which makes my brain ache a little just thinking about it. I can't wait to be in better lit classes next semester. I also can't wait to do a workshop, possibly with Hannah so I don't have to be all alone in my geekery.

Alors, a plus tard mes chouchous.