Just this morning, while I have been sleeping, in the span of 45 minutes I have received 2 wrong numbers. For real? I think the first guy was trying to find a classroom and the second guy was looking for somebody. I don't know because I can't understand French when I am still sleeping. I can't even understand English when I am still sleeping.
So please, people of France. STOP CALLING ME AT 11am ON A FRIDAY. I don't have class until 3 and I definitely would not like to be awake until then.
In other news, I'm going dancing tonight with some legit French people. At midnight!! Scandaleuse.
This is boring but I just wanted to say how amazed I am at the differences between French class in French and actual class in French.
Today I went to a theater literature class and it was the most tiring thing ever. Imagine having to pay attention to a professor shouting off facts about the life of Albert Camus while taking notes and translating it in your head into English all at the same time.
I'm pretty sure I got confused somewhere because I have it written that he was born in 1930 and wrote Caligula in 1942. That must have been some genius 12 year old.
I was holding off updating because I wanted to post pictures of my gorgeous excursion to the countryside outside of Aix, an area called le Luberon. We went to 4 little towns which were absolutely beautiful and completely different from each other despite their close proximity. Unfortunately, my camera has decided to refuse to let me upload anything. Because it is a huge jerk.
However, I do have a nice little story that while is incredible embarrassing for me, may or may not be totally hilarious to the rest of you.
Ok. So, I had a 10 am class this morning and it only takes 15 minutes to get to school but I didn't know where the class room was so I figured I would leave at 9:30 just to be safe. Some background information: My house has some weird security situation going on. There's a gate and then a pathway up to the front door which is this HUGE wooden monster that requires a legit 1890's brass key to open it. Behind this door is a smaller one with glass windows that leads you inside of the house. It's not usually that difficult, but it is borderline a pain in my ass.
As I was leaving this morning, I got through the glass door no problem. A crisis arose when I came to the beast after it. I 100% spent 25 minutes trying to unlock this door. 9:57 rolled around and I had no choice but to wake up my roommate who did not have any class today. She opened the door in 2 minutes. I felt extremely foolish and was 20 minutes late to class where the only seat left available was 2 chairs stuck together. I ended up being about 5 inches taller than the rest of my classmates.
I have arrived. I don't know what to say except that is it very French here. Obviously, that is kind of a let down of an adjective but I can think of no other way to describe Aix-en-Provence. The past three days have been all kinds of crazy getting oriented, taking placement exams, and attempting to figure out this city. I kind of love it though.
Some things I have noticed about the Aixoise:
1) Everyone is beautiful.
2) Wine is like water here, in fact, sometimes it is cheaper than water.
3) People party like nobody's business. Most clubs don't start getting awesome until 2 am.
Also, I am legal. WHATUP MOM AND DAD???
I'm kidding. Kind of.
People here live a totally different lifestyle and I have found that I need to learn an entirely new form of etiquette. Eating is an entire adventure which I can't even begin to explain. I also am not supposed to smile too much on the street because that is apparently an immediate sign that I am American. It's very interesting and mildly frustrating but mostly the former. I will just smile on the inside. As much as I want.
I have been a very bad tourist and have not taken a single picture yet mostly because:
a) I forgot to bring my camera with me yesterday.
b) Today it rained a lot.
c) I am lazy.
HOWEVER, I have 4 months to document all of the beauty that is this city. Prepare yourselves for some 17th/18th century architectural sexiness.
I have entered the zero hour and am about to head for the airport. I am both exhausted and excited. I somehow managed to pack 4 months of my life into 2 suitcases in less than 12 hours. You do the math.
I think this is going be awesome. And that is all I have to say about that.
I forgot to leave some contact informationzz so if you feel the need to holler at me(and you should always feel that need), here is how you may do it.
Snail mail style:
50, ave Phillipe Solari
For those with big bank accounts, I'm always down for chattin' up the honeys:
I guess that's it. See you all in Central European Time!
The answer to that question is probably yes, HOWEVER, I am embarking on a great journey and feel that everyone needs to know about it. But, like, I mean, it's ok if you don't want to, or maybe are busy...it's cool.
I am leaving for France, more specifically Aix-en-Provence on Tuesday. I like to call it "Aix" because that's what the natives call it and I want to fit in. Obviously.
So. Tuesday. TUESDAY. It is currently Saturday. I haven't started packing but it's aiight because that is how I usually operate. But I am starting to get nervous about my inability to self-motivate. Other anxieties include:
1) Will I be embarrassing when I can't handle my two overpacked suitcases in the Marseille airport?
2)How long will I have to eat lunch by myself at school before I make friends?
3) Will I quickly be able to obtain a hair straightener?
Aside from those minor issues, I AM READY. So ready I want to pee a little bit but I will refrain as that would be extremely inappropriate.
So there it is, the highly fantastic start to my highly fantastic adventure. I'm goin' abroad bitchezzz!!!!!