whan i was just a little girl, i asked my mother, what will i be?

and i'm back and still alive.

this past weekend was probably worse in retrospect when i think of what i did:

saturday: i took it slow, woke up nice and late and lazed around. i wasn't worried about getting anything done cuz there wasn't really anything for me to get done. i wanted to sweep and mop the studio cuz its all tile and that gets dusty fast. i went outside and it was very cloudy and then i realized that all my landlady's plants were really parched. so i looked around for a way to water them and spent around 45mins doing so. then i ate some cereal and watched a movie. for dinner: heated up some canned ratatouille and had it with linguini and another couple movies. the rest of the day was a bit of a blur.

sunday: i woke up to pouring rain. and it didn't stop. i know that most things are closed on sundays here so i only ventured out to buy a baguette from the bakery that's less than a minute away. heated up some soup and had it with bread and fresh rain-drenched parsely from madame mur's garden. watched more movies. took a long shower. more films. that night was a little more tough, harder to fall asleep. and since i am an idiot and didn't realize that watering plants for 45 minutes the day before is considered a 'repetitive acticvity' my neck and back reminded me with more pain. so i took it easy and rested. and tried not to let my mind convince me of how alone and bored i was.

monday: (i don't work mondays) woke up ready to explore the town and the library and other things. pouring rain. so i watched a movie with breakfast and one with lunch and in between i showered, read a french cook book i found lying on a shelf, and decided to go out despite the rain. the library is about a 5 minute walk from home and it was closed! the hours that things are open here are so strange! turns out both the library and the bakery are closed mondays. and things close for lunch and reopen and this includes the library! moped around the tiny studio, listened to npr podcasts, watched another movie, heated up soup for dinner and watched another movie. then tried to get some sleep.

i couldn't of course because i had spent the last 2 days oversleeping and my body didn't want to sleep. so i lay awake and tried to convince myself that this whole stint is a good idea after all. and i think the count was 11 movies in 3 days.

tuesday: oh the kids are so funny. today is one of the many and very famous grèves (strikes) in france. so some teachers are on strike and i didnt know so i showed up anyway. turns out only the one teacher i was supposed to spend the majority of the day with, was absent so i shadowed some other, very cute classes.

eleven year olds are funny. there was a class with just 6 of them and they were scared to bits about even asking me how old i am in english. then followed a class with another 6 who were more relaxed and oddly philosophical. i was asked what my favorite object was, whether i liked myself and what i thought of the phillipines. they wanted to know what kind of music i listened to and whether i liked katy perry and owl city! these were 13 year olds but still they all told me they liked eminem and rihanna's song and that was a little disturbing. and in other classes they want to know if i'm single or not and even with a negative response continue to ask if i have children and this is after asking my age! am i jaded or are they?

and now i feel like i have repeated about a million times that my sister's name is Veera and that she is 19 years old and that i don't have pets but used to have a hamster (i cup my hands to indicate hamster, how else can i do it?) and that i love to swim and bike, that i am terrible at soccer and tennis, that i have never ridden a horse, or played rugby, that my favorite dish is (depending on the day and mood) pizza, pasta, indian food, chinese food, cakes, etc. the toughest questions are ''meees, what do you like?'' how do i answer this? i started by saying this like shoes, bracelets, food, puppies, and then i stopped and ask them to be more precise.

there is also the dreaded ''what is your dream?'' what do i say? i don't really know if i have a dream, and that makes me wonder if i should think of one, or something. and all the time i spend waiting for them to come up with a question to ask me, i think about how philosophical it all is. do they have dreams? did i at their age? what did i want to be? why did i not become that? when did my dream go away? of course they are all just looking for ways to practice their english and i shouldn't read into their questions. right?

and now i have an hour before the library closes and i would love to check it out, i'm really hoping it's nice and has lots of books that i want to read and wifi!!

plus my landlady is home today and i get to meet her for the first time! stay tuned for more excitement!

craving: rasam satham and vendeka curry- extra spicy!
currently listening to: hums of computers and some kind of floor waxer thingy in the hall