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We had our déjeuner d'adieu on Friday. Top of the Tour Montparnasse! Fortunately, unlike at the Eiffel Tower, the elevators are not glass so my vertigo didn't kick in. The restaurant was très chic and the food was quite good and besides, Smith was paying. *grumbles about how Smith won't give her the stipend they promised, but they have money to take 20 students and five professors out to lunch at a very expensive restaurant* I don't actually know how expensive the restaurant was, but the first course was (as best we could tell, and in France it's gauche to have to ask 'what is this strange substance we're eating, please?') cream of mushroom something-or-other. It was served on huge plates, upon which were small plates (5 in across, maybe), upon which was a doily, upon which was a tiny little bowl (2 in across) with this weird-looking grey stuff. It was served with bread so we weren't sure whether it was supposed to be a topping, or what. But when the four actual French people in the room (profs) started eating it like soup, we figured we could blame them if it was wrong. It was quite good, actually, and probably cost 15 euros a pop. The wine was also quite good but they made me choose between red and white and I wanted both. Dennis was not amused that I kept drinking out of his glass. But then, he was just sitting there sulking anyways and of course I knew he was just doing the 'pay attention to me thing but I am too nice for my own good so we talked about politics. Well, at one point I tried to explain my obsession with Harry Potter to him, and he's the type who refuses to read it just cause everyone likes it and therefore it must suck. (Which might have been my attitude about it, except my dad actually bought the first one for me when it came out in paperback, and I didn't really care enough not to read it.) So. These people who don't give things a chance just cause they're popular culture suck. Says she who refused to see "Titanic".

Okay, so I saw "Titanic". In Spanish. In Spain. I cut class one afternoon to see it, and my host mother (who had always told me she had spies out on me and I didn't believe it) was told and the shit hit the fan. I am so glad I'm living with a laid-back host family this time. So glad. Words cannot describe my relief at not having a repeat of the psychobitch literally calling a cab and saying "Pack up, you can't live here anymore".

And they say there's a distinct lack of mother figures in my life. Go figure.

Dennie asked "Who is Anne Frank?" when we went to Chartres. I gave him my perfectly honed Look and he backed off, said he was kidding. Apparently not. He asked someone else. Good god the boy is clueless.

But, in other news, he's engaged. This scares me. Like, girls my age are allowed to get engaged. That's okay. But he's actually proposed. Bought a ring and everything. And this is freaking me out. Yes, I realize this is a double standard but the fact is I'm still weirded out by this.

OMG. This means that next, people my age are going to start having babies. And it's not gonna be "oh she got knocked up and is gonna be a teenage immigrant welfare mother on drugs, isn't that sad" pregnancy. It's gonna be "Mike and I are gonna have a baby, I'm so excited!" I am so not ready for this. Like, marriage? Maybe when I'm forty. Kids? Perish the thought. Not until I'm grown up. And that ain't happenin' anytime soon.

Okay, there's a Supreme Court case on right to privacy and a Texas sodomy law that's supposed to have a verdict this month. And I can't find anything about it. This is driving me nuts. Cause really, as a citizen (er... my driver's license is from there) of the great (hah) state of Texas, I feel it is my moral duty to break this law if the Court upholds it. So if I'm arrested for sodomy (whilst in the privacy of my own home!) you all will know why.

Of course, that would require that I magically grow a penis and hook up with someone else with a penis, since the law only applies to gay males. Hmmm. Dunno how I'm gonna manage that. It also requires me to have a home, and that's a hard one, too.

Have realized that I have talked more about Dennis in this post than anyone else. I no longer find him attractive except in the way of "so that's what a living Ken doll would look like" as he is an asshole, but still a bit of a likable asshole. We can at least have interesting conversations. He's safe to flirt with since he's committed and doesn't look at girls larger than a size negative two anyways.

And.... I've spent all day procrastinating. Yes, today was The Very Last Day To Turn In Your Thesis No More Extensions Under Any Circumstances. Have managed to fix a few of the computers around here and eat entirely too much junk food; did an LJ trading card; read an amusing fanfic; discovered that there is a reason that almond paste and chocolate do not often appear together.

I read a few spoilers for OotP, and am wishing I hadn't. Really, I should just write the female Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor myself, since I have her all fleshed out. But I want her to be canon! Also, since she is a fairy (well, not really, but she appears to be), I have this great scene where Professor Flitwick dresses up and tries to ask her out to dinner. It's hilarious! And it's in my head. Why do I have such trouble getting things out of my head and onto paper?

Want Harry Potter! Want Harry Potter! A librarian acquaintance already has a copy--they came early--and I am sooooo jealous! Of course she is halfway around the world from me and probably wouldn't let me borrow it anyways.

Sooooo, this is long. And I'm not gonna put it behind a cut. Ha ha! Yes. It's the little things in life that amuse me.

Shoot me now. It'll be better for humanity in the end.

Ooh! And look at my cute new userpic! I luvluvluvluvluv it!