The good karma streak is over. It's probably my own fault for eating lardons last night.
I got a run in my favorite pair of argyle tights today (ok, so they are my only argyle tights, but I bought them in the States and have no idea where to get more here) AND I had an archaeology midterm.
I wish I could explain accurately the depth of unsurety which follows me everywhere I go in this city. I am trying my hardest to learn this language, but it is so complicated, and so I feel often like my language skills are not improving and I am just getting much better at my "I understand and am just too cool to respond" face. Which really means "I have no idea what just happened, so I won't respond so they can hear my terrible accent, and I will just wing it." Because I spend at least one-third of the time that I am not in my apartment wondering what in heaven's name is happening around me. And when I am in class, it skyrockets to five-eighths. It makes for insane adventures and a lot of ridiculousness.

Now, let's review. Yesterday I run into my archaeology prof in Paris, randomly, and get NO WARNING about this midterm. Probably that is normal, since it would have been kind of awkward for him to be like, "Bonjour, now take off your headphones and let me ask, have you or have you not begun studying for the midterm in my class tomorrow, because I know you don't speak this language very well, and you better get a move on." Nevertheless, I would have appreciated it. Because no one else in the class seemed surprised, but I somehow missed the announcement that there was a test this week... So I walk in, he gets there late like always, and starts handing out these sheets and tells us not to turn them over yet, then says, "ok, go, you have 20 minutes" and I am still thinking "This must be a joke. If there were a test, I would have known about it..." But then I realize everyone else in the room is writing furiously, and oh, it is not a joke, but a controle, which is really unfortunate. AND it gets worse-- my archaeology prof is one of those ones (as are all the French) who thinks that they should account for random guesses, so wrong answers deduct points. I HATE TESTS LIKE THAT. Because I am really pretty GOOD at guessing. Anyway, it wasn't really a big deal, and I was not really upset by it, but it just leaves me shaking my head again at the fact that I am sure everyone else in the class spent hours studying this week, and I HAD NO IDEA THAT WE HAD A TEST. Also funny since I only get three grades in the class, and that was one of them. Oh well, maybe participation will boost me up, I talked in that class, remember, so my participation will be through the roof...
But I guess the streak is not completely broken... I got the best belated birthday/early Christmas present of my LIFE today.

It's just been such an insane week, and I have spent the whole thing working for the weekend... tomorrow no class, so I am gonna spend the day picking up my Killers ticket and then... this is really weird... visiting clubs to try to convince them in French to hire this band... HAHAHAHAHA MY LIFE IS COMPLETELY INSANE.
Love,
Adam Ant.
(Blair, like Tony Blair.)