Some more stuff happenned to me in Strasbourg, but I don't really feel like writing about it. The most notable thing, probably, is the fact that we tried to go to a discotheque (as I mentioned in my email) but got turned away because we didn't look 18. Maryvonne put eye makeup on me, put my hair through a straightening iron (even though it's already straight) and lent me "un top sexi" to increase our chances, but it just took a while and didn't end up working. I looked like a different person though. It was wierd. Anyway, coming home was tedious (it took 18 hours), and on the plane my old French teacher, this forty-something, incredibly preppy woman, ended up sitting next to me on the plane and getting slightly drunk and telling me about how her husband left her two years ago and that she was anorexic as a teenager. It wasn't incredibly awkward, I just realized afterwards that she probably wouldn't have told me those things if she weren't slightly drunk. I went home and was actually glad to be there. My mom cleaned my room and bought new towels while I was away. I ate a rice krispy treat and took a shower and went to bed at 8:30.
It felt great to be home. Still does. I miss Strasbourg. I got used to the house and the school, and when I got back my room seemed foriegn. But school was much more familiar. I was filled with happiness when I walked in. I realized I missed this place too.
I think that when the first person asked me "How was France?" I answered "...cold." But then I ended up telling Dave and Eric all the random things that happenned, and they thought they were amusing. When Julian arrived and joined the group, he said "Wait - when did you send that email? I only got it last night." "Um... Tuesday? Wednesday?" "Well, what happenned since then?" This made me happy too. They actually sent it to people! People actually cared about me while I was away - enough to foreward the email to each other. At lunch I found out that Emma sent the email to at least Cassandra too. And all day, everyone thought that my stories were interesting. Especially Molly, who had actually made me a little package of stuff for the plane before I left. I was thrilled. Honestly, I hadn't expected people to be as interested as they were.
Anyway, after the bell rang in the morning and I was walking to class, Jenn caught up with me in the hallway and said "I maintain that you and Dave should start dating." "What?" I said. "How is that a 'maintain?' When did you think that before?" "Remember in eighth grade, when we were all convinced he had a huge crush on you?" "He did. It was two years ago. What's your point?" "I think it would work." She walked away. Arg. And I thought that had gone away. I'm relatively sure that Dave's had a pretty serious crush on me on and off for the past three years or so, possibly longer. Either it comes and goes or my awareness of it does. I thought it was on an off phase, but if Jenn's picking up on something, maybe it's not. I feel kind of bad. If he does (which he doesn't nessescarily) he's not only had to put up with being just my really good friend for several years, he's also seen me go out with two of his other really good friends. He's never had a girlfriend or been kissed or anything. And I've never had even the mildest crush on him, even though I've known him since 4th grade. He's a good guy. It's really too bad I'm so shallow.
God this diary is turning out to be girly.
Anyway, yesterday we had a snowday, and I did nothing at all except go out for Mexican food with my mom and buy a CD online. Ok, at this point I'd like to say that EVERYONE NEEDS TO BUY THE CD "ACTION / ADVENTURE" BY DEALERSHIP. EVERYONE! Oh man, they're my new favorite band, and I'm getting all excited about it. It's just brilliant. The way they use dissonance and notes you wouldn't expect, and the way they use the vocals to convey emotion without being obvious about it... Oh man. Everyone at least go to their website. They did this great cover of "Anarchy in the UK" by the Sex Pistols. They made it all mellow. And my favorite song on the CD is "Then." The whole thing sent shivers up and down my body, and there's this one note at the end that's litterally like an orgasm. Like, I'm sorry to be graphic, but that's the only way I can describe it. I litterally made a noise the first time I heard it, and I can never stop myself from grinning when it hits... just... just buy the CD.
Today was nothing special, except for the fact that the chapter we're doing in Latin is so suggestive that it almost crosses the line between funny and just wicked awkward. It's about the Roman baths. And Dave's in my Latin class... I was also social and I laughed a lot all day, even when Eric was brutally making fun of Molly and she was getting all upset, which shouldn't be funny anymore. I think he's crossed the line and she genuinely hates him now.
I've been getting up at five in the morning because of jetlag. I kind of like it.
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