But I am le Tired....

9 August 19:23

It’s me, again. Goodness, you must think I’ve got nothing better to do with my time. Apparently this is a common thread, as I waited over three hours for a bus that never showed up today. This German efficiency of the busses not only coming, but coming very pünktlich has obviously spoiled me. I mean, I must be crazy to expect that when a bus says it’s scheduled to come, it would come. Right? WRONG! (and now I’m having flashbacks from the “End of the World” skit.. ‘But I am le tired...’) Speaking of which, I am le tired, but it’s too late to take a nap, and then fire zee mizziles.

Anyway, today should have been a very good day. All things considered, I woke up in a pretty good mood, had breakfast, and went to le marché (market, see?). I even saw some very nice things, namely oil paintings that were a decent price, but held back to see what’s in store for later this week and next, first. After the market, I was told I’d be spending the day at the beach. I mean, it didn’t take much twisting of my arm. I happen to like the beach. Then, I got the bus schedule so I could take it back to the house. Ahhh, here’s where things start to get interesting with the busses that either, a) don’t stop, or b) don’t show up. Seriously. Crap. So, there went the whole nice relaxing feeling of lying on the beach, turning over, and then getting a text message from H. that made my day. Then, I called AP, and she said she’d check it out and get back to me. Oh, she did, three hours later. I actually put on my sunglasses and cried a little. She took a long route, so I couldn’t just walk back, as I didn’t know the way (in the hour and a half it would’ve taken). Helpless me. Seriously. I was so sure my spirit was actually broken, and that’s never a good thing when you haven’t even started the language classes yet, which are sure to break your spirit.

I mean it. I can count the times I’ve felt extraordinarily helpless on one hand. And guess what? Every single one of them had to do with either a German class with an exceptionally ridiculous grammar rule, or being in one of the situations I was in today, only in Germany. Well, I guess I get to count one French experience, now. That about fills up that hand. On to the next hand for tomorrow... Crap. And I’m also realizing how pathetic it is that people tell me I’m “good” at languages, and those same languages are the only things that really get me down in the dumps. What’s wrong with this picture? Anyone?

Anyway, AP also mentioned I should leave the house next weekend... Probably because she doesn’t want to have to pick me up again. She suggested I go to St. Tropez. If I ever get the internet, I’ll have to see how much a hotel room will set me back. To be completely honest, I kind of like the idea of not having a host family for a little bit. You know, have a ‘real’ vacation. Because as nice as it is to have a host family where you can soak up the ‘culture’ of a real-life, authentic family, it’s sometimes nice to just not care, plead ignorance, and stop trying. Hmmm... St. Tropez is sounding more inviting by the minute! I could actually be one of those ignorant North American foreigners that I try so hard not to be. Besides, by then I should be sufficiently brown enough to not get sunburned. I was quite liberal today with the sunscreen, and only my shoulders are a little sore, but not red.

I mean it. I was the whitest person on the beach. Poor H. would have stood out like a sore thumb. Apparently these people all have the secret: sun may be bad for your skin, but it’s good for the soul. (How lame am I?)

So, hopefully school doesn’t completely crush me tomorrow. Please, please, please.