Please don't rain on my parade

I'm getting really tired of negative people...well it's just one person. I really don't want to go too much into it in case they happen to see this but if you really want to know what's been bugging me about this person ask because I'd love to share it with someone. Just as I was starting to feel better, after the debacle that was this week, this person has to go and be so negative about living here in Paris. Like seriously, give me a break. This person is raining on my parade and it's so annoying!!!! Alright, that's all I'm gonna say about that.

Today was alright I guess, kinda boring but whatevs. I had my literature class today and I really tried to prepare for it last night. Once everyone was in the classroom the professor asked if everyone prepared for the class. I said yes. Then she goes and asks Russian Hottie about the poem because last week he stopped her mid-speech and was like, can we have time to prepare this poem? And I thought to myself, ummm we were supposed to have this prepared for today's class. I didn't have it prepared either because I didn't understand what it was about but that really doesn't matter. So today he starts talking and I turned to look at him and couldn't stop staring. Seriously...what a hottie. He has magical blue eyes, seriously....they're magical. Anyways, I could've listen to him talk the entire class but that didn't happen. I understood a lot of what the professor said today. We have a test right after break and I think that's pretty crappy of her to schedule it then, but there's really nothing I can do about that. After class today, which is when Debbie Downer started complaining, I took the metro back to the apartment and was happy Jean-Francois wasn't here. I just want him to leave. He's so boring. Oh and plus, today he shaved and left all of his beard hair in the sink...I was like omg dude, there are other people living here...come on!

I went to the fanprix to buy some more Diet Coke because I just wanted some. There are always these creepy guys standing at the entrance to this little park that's in the middle of the apartment buildings and it happens to be right next to the entrance of the fanprix. Well today they were all playing soccer. I walked by and they didn't even bother to stop playing. I had to like dodge out of the way of the ball. When I got back to the apartment Jean-Francois came back from where ever he was before. We really don't talk much....actually he doesn't talk to anyone at all.

I made my dinner (leftover ravioli and salad) and ate in the living room. Jean-Francois was watching the news. I guess there was some protest today in Paris. There's always a protest. They must find it fun or something. I just hope that the garbage people don't go on strike or the people who work on the metro because that would be horrible. Nothing too exciting happened after that. I was watching Glee earlier but my internet pooped out on me and closed my window so now I have to wait for it to load again. It was so funny too. Hopefully it's done now. I have class at 9 tomorrow. I was going to ask Debbie Downer if she wanted to get lunch with me after class but before I could ask they cut me off and said they weren't going to class tomorrow. Well good, I don't want to eat with you anyway you crazy. Maybe I'll just go by myself...although that might be lame. I don't know, we'll see how I feel after class.

A bientot