Il faut Sauver le Soldat Ryan

We MUST save the Ryan Soldier. Okay, so Angelina and I were at her house looking at the movie choices from the video store near by. I saw one that said 'Il faut Sauver le Soldat Ryan' and I started cracking up. I don't know why 'Saving Private Ryan' seemed so damn humorous in French, but honestly, it cracks Angelina and I up everytime we even think about it. For a direct translation, see sentence #1.

Yesterday was a farily decent day - besides the remnants of my 'Thirsty Thursday' fiasco... Kamekazis, Snakebites, and San Fransiscos are clearly an awesome idea when you have class at 8h30. Oh yeah, and the bottle of wine we drank in the middle of Place de Notre Dame before we went to the bars. Good thing. Needless to say, Thursday night was a blast and Friday morning, not so much.

Class was slightly rough, but we got out 30 minutes early, then Angelina and I decided to go get sushi - for anyone who didn't know, sushi is raw seafood... not chicken, not ever chicken. We went to a place called the Shaman Café - the sushi was fabulous! I had tuna and Angelina had salmon. So good. We then went back to Angelina's and hung out for awhile. They invited me over for dinner, so I went back to Lynda's quickly and hopped back on the tram to have dinner with Nicolet, Marie-Therèse and Sereal, and of course Amanda and Angelina. We had salmon with rice, salad, bread, cheese and of course wine, again - fabulous.

I met a girl named Virginia who goes to Princeton. She's really cool. We have Art History together. We started talking, I mentioned that I'm in a sorority and she said, 'yeah, me too,' so I asked which one. She said, 'I'm a Theta.' We, of course, freaked out, hugged, called each other sisters, acted like big nerds, you know, the usual. So we've talked about visiting each other and all that great stuff... I love Theta.

Speaking of classes here, I don't think I've talked about them yet. I tested into a level much lower than I should have, so it's super easy. There is this guy Josh in my class who I always sit next to - he goes to Boston University and we're both too cool for school - or at least for this class. I'm also taking Art History, all in French of course. I've found that I learn a lot more in class over here because I HAVE to pay attention. If I don't pay attention, I don't catch anything that the professor says, and if I do pay attention I catch all of what she says. In America, this isn't the case because I can kind of pay attention and still kind of catch the idea of what the teacher is talking about. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but I do know that it's bizarre for me to: a) go to a class 5 days in a row and b) not fall asleep at all during that time.

Today Angelina and I went shopping because all summer the entire city of Grenoble is on sale. Weird tradition, but I won't complain. I bought some cool stuff for myself, but mostly for you lovely people back in the U S of A. We discovered the most delicious dessert that could ever possibly be made. It is a 'Fraisier'. Some sort of decadent strawberry cake thing with crème brulée on the top, indescribable, really. Orgasmic. FABULOUS. We found it at a random Boulangerie near one of the tram stops. I may attempt to bring an entire cake of it back with me - though we'll see how that pans out, or doesn't as the case may be.

Tomorrow I have to get up around 6h00 to be at le Place de Victor Hugo by 6h40 so I can get on the bus to go to Chamonix for the day. Mont Blanc, here I come! For anyone who isn't sure what Mont Blanc is, first and foremost it's a poem written by Percy Shelley - husband of Mary Shelley - which I read with Joe in English 167 taught by Mario Ortiz-Robles, along with Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Ah, British literature. Secondly, it's the highest point in all of Europe. Very cool. Don't worry - I'll take pictures :)

That's about all I have to say for now... I must add Bon Anniversaire to Kingsley!!! She's officially 13 and I'm officially old. Growing up is weird. So, to all of you lovely Americans, live it up - only 21 more days without me! Grands bisous!