"There's no use crying over spilt milk"

Good thing I didn't cry....yeah this morning I went to the refrigerator to get the milk to eat my cereal. Well I grabbed it by the cap like I always do and it came out of the door and then fell straight to the ground. It was like all in slow motion too...it was crazy. I was like NOOOOOOO (except I really didn't say that) MEEERRRRRDDDDEEEEE!!!!! and the milk went flying everywhere. I wasn't very happy. So I obviously had to clean that up. I felt so bad because the liter was like full and now it's only half full. Opps....

I had my meeting with my partner Katie and our art professor for the Nocturne de Louvre thing we're doing. In the meeting I felt kind of like an idiot because I really don't know how to describe in detail the painting because I don't know what words to use to describe it. Not only do I not know the words in French, I don't even know them in English...so that really doesn't help me. Katie talked for a lot of the meeting. I added in a few things here and there and talked a lot about the painter but she did like 85% of the talking. I felt bad but, I mean what else could I do? Our professor explained the painting a little more so it made me feel better about doing this whole thing. The meeting lasted a lot longer than I thought it was going to. We got out of there at 1:15 ish and I was starving. I went to the grocery store and bought some tabbouleh, chips and a drink. I'd never had tabbouleh before but it looked pretty good. It's a Middle Eastern dish...a grain that has oil and veggies in it. It was deeelish! I ate lunch outside in the courtyard and then went to my history class.

We're still talking about Greece in class and I know nothing about Greece. We had this worksheet that we were supposed to do and you had to figure out the French words by looking at the Greek and Latin roots or something like that. Well I don't speak Latin, and the chart we had for the Greek roots wasn't helping. So I pretty much guessed on the whole thing and then prayed that she wouldn't call on me to answer the question. It was so cold in the classroom today. When we went for break this Italian guy with overly waxed eye brows opened the window and like stood outside. I was like WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?! it's cold enough in here already! There's this Russian guy in our class and he kept staring at me. I probably had something stuck in my teeth....awesome.

After class I went back to the apartment and then left to go and buy some groceries. I got some ready-made tabbouleh, some tabbouleh that you have to make, a pizza, some ravioli (yummmm), potatoes, salad, yogurt, pretzels, pasta, ketchup for when my parents send me my mac n cheese, and I can't remember what else I bought. So tonight I made my own dinner. Since Jean-Francois was home I decided to ask him how to work the can opener so I could make noodles and tomatoes. He opened it for me (I've been doing it upside down the entire time) and when he took the cap off I found that what I thought was chopped tomatoes was actually thick tomato puree. UGH I was like great, what am i supposed to do with this? So I called my mom and she said to put some water in it. So I did that and then added some tomatoes that I found in the refrigerator. I hoped that it would be good, well I was wrong. It was horrible. I tried putting ketchup in it but that didn't help at all. So tomorrow I'm going to throw it out because there's no way I'm going to eat it. When I was done cooking Jean-Francois was like, you already ate? and I wanted to be like well, duh, I made all this food and you saw me eating it! But I was just like yea....and he goes well I'm making crepes so if you want one you can have one. Renee came home and is like OMG you already ate!?!?! well you can have a crepe with us. So I was like alright fine, twist my arm. Then they were eating and didn't even make one for me. Renee came in my room and asked me if I wanted one and I was like yea I guess and then she's like or we can eat dinner tomorrow. So I just told her we'd eat tomorrow because I really didn't want a crepe anyways.

Tomorrow I have my meeting with BNP (a bank) to open up a checking account. I hope everything goes smoothly and I have all the right papers to open it up. This girl in the group said that she's had to go back 3 times because they didn't like the paper she had or something stupid like that. So I hope that doesn't happen to me.

A bientot