Dix jours

Ten.

Ten ten ten!!

So I've started this post about twenty different times about twenty different things. I don't know if you've seen You've Got Mail but I've been like Tom Hanks when he is emailing Meg Ryan aka ShopGirl about why he didn't show up to meet her. He types and then erases and types something else. {PS that is probably one of the best movies ever made. "I wanted it to be you, I wanted it to be you so badly." "Don't cry shopgirl." And then "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" swells and you wish Tom Hanks would walk through your door with Brinkley and take you in his arms. Oh it's so utterly romantic!}

Anyway, this is what I've done for the past fifteen minutes.

Type, erase and retype.

I don't really know what to say but I want to at least document what I'm thinking and doing because 1. It's a requirement for one of my classes and 2. I'm a terrible journal writer so maybe this can be some lame replacement for documenting this experience.

I'm excited and I'm ready to be there but at the same time I'm a little worried and anxious about finding somewhere to live {I'M HOMELESS!} and speaking French and then I have a freakout after I think about all of this stuff but then I feel completely calm.

Ron Weasley: One person couldn't feel all of that, they'd explode.

I may just do that very thing Ron.

Mainly I think I'll be happy when the next three weeks are over. Hopefully I'll have somewhere to live at that point and I won't be homeless anymore. That'd be nice.

In the meantime I've been reading Harry Potter, eating gallons and gallons of chocolate and listening to Dashboard to stay calm.

PS I was reading HP 7 and completely lost it when Harry asks Sirius if dying hurts. Sirius replies,

"Dying? Not at all. Quicker and easier than falling asleep."

I. Love. Him. Whatever that he isn't real. He's my favorite.

RIP Sirius Black aka Padfoot aka Snuffles