I can't believe I'm home. Like... I'm home. I haven't been here since August and yet it's like I never left. The dog got a haircut and that's the only thing that's different.
My family laughed at me because at dinner I was holding my fork upside-down in my left hand like a French person, but I genuinely could not imagine another way to eat lasagna. And then out of habit I stacked everyone's plates and helped my mom clear the table (with my host family clearing the table is a team effort) and the SHOCKED look on my mom's face was a little bit amazing.
My brother is still a douchebag. I found out that my overall Sorbonne grade was a SIXTEEN--I got a 14,5 on the written exam and, get this, 18,25 on the oral. DUDE I AM A GENIUS. I got that grade without paying ANY ATTENTION IN CLASS EVER because I was so busy doing things like this
FLORENT MOTHE. If you ever stop by my livejournal again, I MADE AN 18,25 on my oral exam at the Sorbonne. I am a GENIUS. YOU SHOULD MARRY ME.
(I mean, we all drew a topic we'd discussed in class and I just *happened* to draw Demain dès l'aube, meaning my topic was VICTOR HUGO FOR GOODNESS'S SAKE, so really I lucked out. But remember when I talked about dancing around my room to Victime de ma victoire instead of studying?? THIS IS THE RESULT.)
Anyway I was saying. My brother was like eighteen? That's failing. And then he made fun of my host family's name and he made fun of the gifts they sent my parents and he talked over everyone at the table about his life going to a party school at the beach, because THAT'S what we all want to hear about. Not the girl who hasn't been home since August because she's been living in a foreign land.
I mean, he doesn't mean any harm. He's just really not fun to deal with.
I'm lying in my bed now--MY bed, my actual bed!--after a full night's sleep. The train ride was pretty awesome. I left Trenton at 8am, never got out of my seat, the lady next to me gave me some cake, and we ended up getting delayed for an hour in Washington. And then we were ten minutes from home and we had to pull over for like thirty minutes while another train passed, and all the other people on the train were like losing their minds because they were going to be SO LATE and they were like NOOO I'M AN HOUR AND A HALF LATE and I was like I'M FOUR DAYS AND AN HOUR AND A HALF LATE but I was kind of laughing the whole time because honestly. After what I've been through, I don't know if anything will ever upset me again. Travel-wise.
I played Sims the whole way home, stopping every once in a while for MOR or Conan. My game is pretty epic right now, but I'm going to post my screencaps later in a friends-locked post because I don't want to be ashamed of myself again. Oh, and I spent an hour and a half making a much better Flo Sim than my previous one. He's not in the game yet because my previous one still is, but you know he will be soon. The new Flo has the Flonytail.
I watched the MOR video with my subs on the plane and again on the train (IT WAS RESEARCH) and caught like four spelling errors (emporer, reqiuems, fun stuff) and one sub that flashed by WAY TOO FAST. I'm going to watch the video with my mom today who speaks no French, is an English grammar teacher, and has no idea what to expect to get her opinion (she'll finally understand me when I tell her stories about her unwilling future son-in-law!). Then I fix my errors and SUBTITLES FOR YOU FOR CHRISTMAS, INTERNET!
I also have two more MOR reviews and three-ish more stagedoor stories to tell. And that forum is definitely going to take shape soon. I don't know much about such things, so I'm investigating to see if lefora is a better thing than forumotion or whatever... idk.
I went through all my clothes and put on a look-how-big-everything-is-now fashion show for my mom. AND THEN! Three years ago I bought this CHIC AS A MOFO coat thing with cape sleeves off eBay but it was too small. It was SO CUTE that I just kept it in the back of my closet all these years. Today. It fits. Oh my gosh, I'm going to be the most amazing person in France. I'll post a picture of that life-changingly awesome coat at some point so I can blow all your minds. I forgot I even had it! I finally got on an American scale--I've lost forty pounds since I left America.
OH MY GOSH birds are tweeting outside my window. I have seen nothing but pigeons since August. BIRDS! I forgot about living in the woods and stuff. There are birds!
I don't remember if I had anything specific to say in this post other than SQUEE AMERICA. Basically, I woke up at 6am and decided to internet. I kept dreaming I was in airports or at the stage door trying to tell Flo and Mikele I got home safely (because they are obviously worried about me) and then I'd wake up, squint around and be like Wait, where am I? And it would hit me--HOME!--and I'd cry a little and then go back to sleep. And next time I go to sleep I'll wake up and it'll be Christmas! Wow.