My Humble Restart

Hi guys...shall I wait for the awkward pause as you glare at me? I know I can feel your stares of death caused by my gigantic lack of updates. So let's take this slow. See, it started with me coming home at 3:30 in the morning from Le Duplex on the 16th of September which feels simultaneously like a million years ago and yesterday. I meant to update you the moment I got home, but see I got a wee bit sick on my way home. I had the most gracious taxi driver. Thank goodness for Paris and its abundance of public trash bags/bins. No joke, there are about three on every block. Anyway, after that unlady-like moment, I got home, engorged myself with water, and went to bed. Then, the next day I had the intention to update you. I mean, seriously, it was my FIRST TIME EVER in a club. A real live club which I must say is a lot like a high school dance with booze. DUDE, I wore my little black dress too! Oh for the first time and it was so lovely. I wish I could have worn heels, but we walk a lot in Paris. Plus, that night we danced til we dropped. Okay, we danced til we wanted to sit down and chill, but it sounds better when I say it the other way.
But not just that, but hey! I had a great weekend before that. I made friends! Don't you remember how silly and worried I was no one would like me? Indeed, I was silly, but also I have to say I was and am very lucky to be in the class I am. Everyone (except for a girl that came later) came to Paris on their own. What up! Therefore, not only did we all share the same fear, but we all became fast friends and true friends, I must add. Honestly, I think I've made at least three or four lifelong friends. Let's be honest. It seems to be my favorite word... If I treat them better than I have treated this blog, I can trust that at least a meaningful connection can be maintained. I have noticed though, if I may digress a little, that I have the horrendous habit of leaving things be for a little too long. From emails to friendships...I tend to put them on the back burner far too long so that they indeed burn a bit. I mean, how embarrassing is it to respond to an email you received over 6 months ago? Too embarrassing. And how uncomfortable is that first conversation in a very long time with someone you considered a great friend? Too uncomfortable...okay, this subject could be a whole entry in itself, but I need to get back on track.
Oh gosh! Then, my second weekend with friends(! that is an exclamation point of utmost joy), I went to the sweet little town of Giverny, the home of beloved Impressionist painter, Claude Monet. Oh, his garden was stunning. And we were so lucky to catch it in the middle of September before all the flowers died. I went Marisol who I consider to be my closest girlfriend here. She is awesome and so funny and thoughtful. If I could and  I will now sum her up in one word, it is fiery. Seriously that girl, once you get past the timid exterior, she blows your mind. Oh and we learned an important lesson about day trips that day. Scout out how much you can do when you go somewhere. We took a train around 8am, arrived at about 9:30, saw the garden and the house in about 2 hours, walked around to the various cafes to find the best deal for lunch, ate lunch (duh), and then, nothing. Really, we ran out of things to do. Oh no, we found Monet's grave and revered it for a bit. Then, there were these other expos of local artists. We saw these great sand sculptures. There was an awesome alligator and an epic Last Supper tableau. Okay, and then nothing. We walked around some more. In fact, we almost walked back to the station. We had taken a bus to get to the town, but the schedule was really confusing and we thought we had to wait two hours for the next one, but in a great moment of luck, within a half hour a bus pulled up that technically was not supposed to take us back. However, good people grace the earth and we didn't have to wait. We ended up at this cafe by the train station with two and a half hours before our ride back so we watched a movie on Marisol's iPod. Right so the moral of the story is, plan your day so you profit the most.
I'm going to pause the update here, but trust that this is only part one and many more updates will come. Je vous le promets. :)
I miss you all. I love you all.