Well, this week is over and now it's officially vacation time. I'm excited! I have a bit of homework to do over the break though: an essay, an oral presentation project, grammar worksheets, and some other banal things. However, those things will not rain on my parade! I don't have much to say so I'll tell you a story about something that happened this week. Ready?
First, let me describe
the photos though. The staircase and the graffiti pictures are what I
see/walk up on my way to school. I took pictures of these things because
when I'm old and senile I want to remember the little things about my
time in France.
Moving on to my story now! Let me set the scene: it's a Wednesday night (so a school night) so I declined going out in order to get a good nights sleep. However, at 2:45 am I heard my housemate come home but I ignored it in my sleepy stupor and went back to sleep. Yet alas, fate had different plans for me. At approximately 3am, my door opened (and I'm a light sleeper so I woke up) and since I didn't have my glasses on, I couldn't see who it was so I assumed it was Sandra (my housemate) sanding in my doorway. I ignored it but two seconds later, a mass of about 170 lbs landed on my bed (which is a small single) managing to land on my body and almost smack me in the head. I quickly realize that this person is not Sandra. The mysterious bed-intruder revealed himself to be Matt (the American from my home university) when he breathed an alcohol infused "Good morning Leah" in my face. Dear internet, I promise I have never heard my voice go so shrill. Honestly, it was at the sonic-pitch point. After awhile, Matt finally left my bed and room. After awhile, I couldn't sleep so I decided to make sure Sandra was okay yet when I knocked on her door (expecting only her to be in her room), she opens it to say in a giggling voice "I have boys in my closet". My reaction? Something like this: "Wut". Skip to the end: the boys eventually leave yet not before Matt stole my glasses so I couldn't see and then called me a squinty-blind-as-a-bat-meanie-head while simultaneously wiping his chip-greasy hands on my clean pj's. The End. Now, dear world, isn't it ironic that I decide to stay in and not go out in order to get some sleep yet I end up being woken up and called a meanie head for wanting to sleep and not talk? I wasn't really mad at anyone, I just find it ironic and funny. A good memory for future stories. 
Oh, the picture of coffee is here to show you what I drink in the morning to wake up. Since France gives you tiny cups of coffee, I enjoy my American-sized beverage every now and then. There's something just nice about nursing a hot cup of coffee. Alright, let me describe the remaining two photos now: that is me in my kimono for Judo and also my left arm after Judo. I thought people who know me would get a kick out of seeing me dressed up looking like a peeled potato in my kimono! Hope you guys like it! 
But to explain the bruised arm now. That is how my arms (and occasionally--more often than I would prefer-- my legs, ribs, and feet) look only hours after finishing Judo class. It's from grappling with the other people in Judo. I can't wear short sleeves any more because people keep thinking that I'm abused and I get super awkward stares. However! Someone told me I was getting good at Judo so heck yes! :D
Well, that's all I have for you guys. Um, oh! I went out to an American burger place last night. I was in the mood for a bit of home so I went with a group of friends and it was lovely to speak English with native speakers and eat a burger, fries, and a milkshake. That's about it. I hope I didn't make too many spelling errors in this post but it's almost 12am here so I'm a bit tired. Ha, people here say "quite tired" instead of using the word 'very'. That's just an interesting tid-bit. Alright, I hope everyone is doing well and I'm thinking of you all! I'll make sure that I take plenty of picture of my vacation in Geneva and Germany!
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