Hey prof, pass the vodka!

1 day down, 4 more to go until the end of the semester. Well, I guess it's only 3 more to go because I don't have class on Wednesday, but whatever. I was expecting history to be incredibly boring today, which it was, up until the last 20 or so minutes of class. Let me start from the beginning...

I had a horrible nights sleep last night. I kept tossing and turning and my pillows are so flat and really uncomfortable it blows. Plus, I painted my nails last night and they were dry but for some reason I always wake up with marks on them from the fabric...anyways, I couldn't fall asleep. I must have layed (not sure if it's lied, I never know what to use) for over an hour staring at my wall. I finally fell asleep around 1:30 but then of course, Renee got up and went to the bathroom, which is like 2 steps from my room, so I woke up again. I didn't end up getting out of bed the next morning until 9:45, which is a lot later than I normally would roll out of bed. There really isn't anything to eat in the apartment for breakfast. Renee hasn't gone shopping in forever. I finished the last of the juice today and wanted a yogurt but Renee must have ate the last mango flavored one and all that was left was plain. I can't stand plain yogurt, it makes me want to hurl just thinking about it. I've thought about asking Renee if she can buy fruit flavored yogurt but I don't know if that's rude or not. So I had my usual banana and kiwi for breakfast...I'm getting sick of those too.

Renee came back for lunch and I'm really not sure what she made, but it was really good. She told me that this afternoon she was going to pick up her new cable box so we can watch tv again. I guess Sarkozy was giving a speech tonight kind of like what we do in the US those Address the Nation things, and she wanted to watch it. I left for class and it was really, really boring. I don't even know why we have classes after all the grades have been turned in. It's not like that at U of I. I don't know, the school system here is so weird. When I walked into class I saw that there were bottles of orange juice and other juices sitting outside on the ledge and I thought that they were for us.

There was about 20 minutes left of class and the professor walked to the window all the while telling us how awesome we've been all semester and how much luck she wishes us for the next semester...blah, blah, blah. She grabs the juice and she said something about celebrating the end of the semester and she was like I brought vodka. I thought she was joking and everyone started laughing but she was serious. She grabbed a bottle of vodka off of the ledge and handed it to Mikel to open. She was like, oh Mikel, it's from Russia....he's Russian. We all just stared at the professor. I really had no idea what was going on. I think I was shocked that she was willingly giving us vodka in the middle of the afternoon, and I was also shocked because that would NEVER happen back home. Also, it was weird because there is this big cross on the wall because it's a Catholic school, so that was awkward. She asked who wanted the bottle first, after passing around little cups that were a bit bigger than shot glasses. No one said anything, I think because we were still in shock, and then she looked at Katie, myself, and Lizzie and she goes, here you go girls. We looked at each other and I was like yes, give it to us! Everyone laughed. We poured our drinks and then passed on the bottle. We sat drinking and talking to the professor for the rest of class. I had 2 drinks and they were delish!

As much as I complained about how boring that class was, I am really going to miss it because Professor Dubois was so nice and all the other students in the class were also really nice. A few of the kids in the class are taking the history class that I am taking next semester. Katie and Mikel (Russian Hottie) included. When Mikel said he was taking the class, Katie and I looked at each other and were like YESSS!!! We left and I ended up talking to this girl named Anna who lives by me (I didn't know this until today) all the way back home.

Once I got back to the apartment, slightly buzzed, I had an impromptu dance party while I put my laundry away. Katie and I skyped while we looked for places to stay in Santorini. I've found 2 really good, inexpensive places but I'm still looking around. We are thinking about flying to Athens, staying there for 1 night so we can see the ruins and stuff and then taking the ferry to Santorini. The ferry takes at least half a day so instead of taking it on the way back we're thinking about flying out of Santorini, probably connecting in Athens or close by, and then flying back to Paris. It just seems like it would be easier that way. We're still in the early stages of planning, but I'm glad that we've started.

Renee got back late, so we ate late. We just had some soup, salad (which was gross) and cheese and bread. I guess her cable box wasn't ready and she was really mad so she talked about that for 10 minutes. Then the phone rang and she talked to her sister while I ate alone. Renee bought this cheese and I swear it tastes a lot like sharp cheddar. It was really good, and it's orange. I thought they didn't have cheddar here, but I guess they do. Of course, it's not called cheddar but still...

I'm going to try to watch an episode of Lost or How I Met Your Mother, and then head to bed. I'm pretty tired. I wonder what we will be served tomorrow in art....maybe it'll be rum. One can only hope.

A bientot