Murphy's Law

Pictures are up!!!!! Click on the link at the left. They're in a folder called Marseilles Summer 2005. Enjoy!

Ok, I realize more and more every day that America is really just better at everything than France. I really can't think of anything here, sauf the scenery, that is better than in the States.

Yesterday was an uneventful day, and by uneventful I mean we had class for 7 hours. Sick. We decided it was necessary to go out last night, so we went to the Couche Tard. John Paul is obsessed with Lance Armstrong. Funny. He made us these huge drinks called Snakebites. Cider, beer and black cassis. Sooooo good!!! Before we went to the bar, Amanda, Angelina and I drank a 3€ bottle of wine in the woods. So ghetto, we loved it. I got home around minuit, after calling a few of you lucky souls... Feel blessed ;) Not everyone gets a drunk dial from France!

Today we had class early in the morning - Amanda did not handle it well. She drank a bit more than she meant to I think... Needless to say, she had stories about weird French boys to tell me in class this morning. She and Angelina are always up to no good :) (not really, I just like messing with them). Class was stupid, in a word.

After classes, the day of Murphy's Law began. Everything that could go wrong, did. I feel like I waited around so damn much today, it sucked. After class Angelina and I attempted to sign up to go to Chamonix this Sunday. We got screwed. We waited in line for 20 minutes or more, only to find out we had to put down a deposit before we sign up, and we needed to have our student IDs so we couldn't do it for Amanda. Next we went and got on the tram. Three other trams left before the one we were on departed. Of course we sat there for 20 minutes waiting. Stupid tram. Next we went to the Grande Poste to exchange travelers' checks. I didn't have my passport so I couldn't do it. Stupid me. After the Poste, we tried to go to the bookstore to get this French book we have to read for class. The bookstore closes for an hour randomly in the middle of the day. Stupid bookstore. So we waited around for 20 minutes again, for the store to reopen. We got the book, which we were told was 60 pages. Try 200. YES! So, after all of that, we went to the Shaman Café for the sushi we had been craving all day. Oops, too late for lunch! Sorry, you can't be served. Awesome. We went instead to a café we'd been to before called Oasis and I had steak-frites. Okay, I'll tell you right now, never get steak-frites. Lots of fries, lots of white bread, some weird-tasting hamburger type meat. Nothing like the picture on the wall. I was upset, and it was kinda gross, but I ate it anyway, because I was pretty damn hungry.

I finally made it to the Café Internet after going back to the apartment, getting my passport and going all the way back to the Grande Poste and getting more €€. Did I mention it rained today? Awesome. So that's all I know. I'm not going out tonight, I'll probably just read my 200 page French novel instead. Keep reading and posting comments, I love reading them!