The bruise on my arm, though inevitably in some form or other, is impressively not dramatic. Perhaps my bruising tendencies are fading. That would be awesome.
Plans for playing a mini match on Wednesday were scuppered by the rain. Wednesday was not the greatest day in the world. We got our grammar tests back. A respectable mark, but I wanted to clarify something with the tutor who promptly told me that my French was appalling. Even though I returned to my seat she came over just to reassure that my French really is that bad. I didn't stay long after that. So Victoria and I were sat in my room and Mihai walked past, so I asked him to tell me bluntly how bad my French was. Boys fail at being tactful. I got all worked up, not just about my French but about how I felt I wouldn't be able to get a good enough grade to cancel out last years. I cried. Victoria was all lovely and supportive. Mihai (and I will blame the fact that he's male) quite frankly was useless. After I had stopped crying, he just said "it's just a mark". I can't think of much worse he could have said!
I rang my mum afterwards and sent my sister many abusive messages for not being on skype when I needed her. I got all worked up again and cried down the phone to my mum. Making it the second time in 2 weeks and I am not a crying kinda of girl really. Perhaps this is why they have organised for my sister to come and visit next week. I'm very excited by this. :D She doesn't realise how much I am going to invade her personal space when she gets here.
Later that evening the boys kept commenting that I looked really tired and my eyes were red so I should go to bed. I told them it was because I'd been crying. After explaining, they thoroughly insulted the tutor, offered to bash her over the head and told me my French was good. There was a hug or 2 thrown in for good measure. I love these boys :)
Thursday evening unfolded quite nicely. It started off with no plan and turned into prancing around to classic rock and jazz before deciding that ordering takeaway was a brilliant idea. We looked up domino's and placed an order on-line. I noticed that we'd ordered too many cheesy breads so I rang up to correct the order. This didn't quite go to plan. The first order turned up, much to our confusion as well as the delivery man. He rang up and we sorted stuff out. Turns out the guy on the phone hadn't realised we were correcting an order. He told us to keep the extra food and just pay for what we wanted. There's us thinking, sweet, free cheesy bread! It wasn't long before the guy rang back. He hadn't been able to get hold of the second delivery and so told us to keep it, free of charge. We effectively got more than double our order. It was a HUUUUGE amount of food! We shared some out on the corridor and boxed up the rest as leftovers (I think I'll get at least a 4th meal out of it). We whacked on Mamma Mia to watch and sang along to our hearts content before being asked to quieten down. It was kinda late and I suppose we were singing pretty loud. There were lots of other noisy people on the corridor too though! Tsk, those French boys! It was a fun evening! After the girls had gone to bed, I stayed in the kitchen with the boys, generally just laughing at them.
Friday was quite dull, I didn't do much except prepare my cake for the souper international. It was more fun than I was expecting it to be. Only one of the 4 brought a main course so they ordered in pizza. That would have been pizza overload, so I avoided it and munched on lasagna instead. It was very chilled out, everyone was having a laugh and joking. One of the profs. had brought her chum who took out his guitar and sang for us. Somehow I got made to sing, only they picked Hey Jude and I don't know most of the lyrics! Totally made it up!
I've already had my class this morning but I sort of want to take a nap. I should get some work done but sleep is just so much more inviting!
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