Like the distance between the tips of your eyelashes to my glasses

I suppose I should let you all in on what's been going on in the past few days...but I will warn you, it is nothing exciting.
The week is done, and I still haven't found out how I did on my test in langue; which I'm finding out is the french way (delay. delay. delay.) I completed another time consuming traduction assignment, only to second guess it as soon as it left my fingertips. Other than that, life as school has been routine, and frankly a little boring.
Last night the girls and I went to Soft (a bar) and had a few drinks, nothing too extreme, except for the fact that it takes me close to nothing to 'feel it', so while my girls were fine, I was holding back giggles, and walked home feeling warm, and very much not tired.
That feeling quickly changed to hating myself, when my alarm went off at 6:30 a.m. but I will assure you, it was due to the fact that I am not, AM NOT a morning person, not because I had drank the night before. Alas, class went by horrifically slow, but once it was over, I came home to shower and nap.(which was fantastic)
I spent close to an hour wandering the streets of Angers, by myself, until Liana was out of class and met me. From here we got stuff to make spinach dip and headed home. During our stroll home, a familiar looking guy started a convo with Liana and I, and we quickly learned that he worked at the food place we grabbed lunch from on Thursday (Tchips) He told us that he wants to go to America(they all seem to want that) and that our french was really good (we only said like 3 words in french to the guy) but alas, we found out his name is Levon, and he was on his way to driving school.
Tonight, Nikki came over and Liana, Nikki and I made pinapple + bacon french bread pizza, which was delish. Liana also made spinach dip using cream cheese, and shredded Parmesan, this was also very good.(and we have more than half of it in our fridge still) When we were just about done with dinner, Kat, Megan and Wayne(Kat & Megan go to cmu with me, Wayne used to but now teaches English to kids in a small city in Bretagne) stopped in to chat, and ended up staying over until close to 11.Overall it was a nice, relaxing night.

Random funnies about this week:
-traduction ...some things don't translate well. explanation? two phrases come to mind. one was the word "poop" in english, and I'm not kidding. Okay, well among many other phrases one student suggested the use of "merde"...which is the french equivalent to "shit". My prof turned an embarrassing shade of pink and explained that it was not a good word to use. Next, was "do not kiss" and another student suggested "ne baisez pas"....which gently translates in English to "don't f***", which Prof Adrien also wrote on the board, only to point out that it was a-wrong and b-baddddd. He was redder than a tomato after explaining this one.
-I feel extremely young here. Most of the people I hang out with are only a year older, but especially tonight, when we were talking...I just felt very young and out of the loop. (wayne is 28, Megan and Nikki are 22/21 [i think?] and Kat and Liana are both 20) in retrospect I guess It isn't a huge gap, but it felt like one tonight.
-Liana bought wine tonight that was a sort of champagney-rose. and when asked to describe how it tastes she said "it tastes pink"...not understanding, we all tried it, and strangely..pink is exactly how it tasted. bubbly, and cute, and flowery...pink.
-Bathrooms in bars.(description to follow is of Soft's bar) oh mon dieu. okay. here's a lovely picture painted for you, ready? probably not, but here we go: first, u must push the door open from the outside, then you see a mirror and two sinks, hand dryer, soap, wutever, normal...right? kay but then there's two stalls, one of which I've yet to see opened, or anyone in it. the other, the handle is not broken off, but practically, so u have to maneuver it closed...and here's the fun part. directly across from the two stalls are urinals, in the open. and One might think, okay, but no guy would walk in when a girl is standing right there and just, you know..go. Except this is Europe, so anything is possible. bad enuff? the handle on the door to leave is broken and u must pull it open using the string they tied to it. le sigh.

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regard: Wanna Love You-Shane Hawley