Has it really been a week?

I never thought I'd think of Oreos as a luxury. It's been a week since I last wrote on here and I'd say things both have and haven't changed. They've changed in that I'm starting to get out more and met some people from all over. They haven't changed in that I'm still a little unrooted, but I guess that will take a while to change. My French is getting better, I can now understand half of what people say. I'm figuring out how to spend my 10 euro/day budget which isn't as bad as I first thought. I just can't buy Oreos. I'll start where I left off:

Tuesday: There was a party on a boat. It was a lot like this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvMt9C4DPu8

It ended at 5, at which point I walked around Paris until the metro opened, and then it took me about half an hour to actually find a metro stop. Then I passed out and went to the end of the line, where I was awoken by a French lady. Then I took it back to my place, where I crashed until 4, missing both Welcome Program classes and my bank appointment. Sweet.

Wednesday: After waking up in the late afternoon, I checked my email and found out that I had failed the Welcome Program. WTF?

Thursday: I went to class and found out you couldn't actually fail the welcome program and that it was just an automated message. Sepanta-1, French Technology Systems-0. Also, monumental evening as I learned how to make pasta. Mr. Sepanta-1, Immature childish Sepanta-0. Not sure if that's a good thing.

Friday: More class. Then I went home and prepared this magnificent feast. You know you want some. And yes, I had all three beverages.

After that, I went to watch the French national team play in Stade de France. Thanks to their recent poor (understatement) performances and the fact that everybody in the country hates them, tickets were cheap. So we went and watched them lose to Belarus. Good times. This is what the place where France became world champions 12 years ago looked like:

Saturday: Missed my last Welcome Program "classes" since I'd already "failed" and they were completely useless anyway. I sat at home for most of the day, then went on a Bateaux-Mouches ride with all the Sciences-Po kids, and afterwards went and hung out in front of La Tour Eiffel (ever heard of it? it's this cool piece of metal). By the way, I'll just iterate this once here: any time I say "hang out", it implies "hang out with wine". It was a great night. There she is:

Sunday: There was a giant picnic for all the Sciences Po kids which was nice. I got to meet some new people. Then we went bar hopping in the Bastille district, it was a lot like Tale of Two Cities. Then we went and hung out on a bridge over the Seine. A little after midnight a group of sketchy guys came and stood next to us, and some of the French kids we were with overheard them saying "they look drunk, they probably won't even resist" so we got up and left. I know, so BA. BTW, got my second crepe. Here is proof:

And at last, Monday, today: I woke up late, then went grocery shopping which somehow took like 3 hours. 26 euros of things which I thought would last me the week. I ate about half of it for dinner...oops.

So now I will leave you with that. Oh and if you watched the link above that I told you to watch, then you were totally rickrolled. And if you didn't, then you're not a dedicated friend and follower of this blog, so shame on you. Now go watch it. Adios amigos until the next post! That rhymed!