Today is crazy-person day in Paris. Oh, wait...that's everyday.

I didn't have class until 10:45 this morning (yessss...sleep=wonderful), so I was taking my sweet time getting ready. When I went to leave the building, there were two men with power tools waiting to come in, so I opened the door for them. Except they thought it would be funny to pretend that their drill was a gun and pointed it at me from outside the window. Um, okay? Best of all, they had about three teeth between the two of them. Classy.

Then, when I was coming through the metro turnstile, the man behind me loudly exclaimed "YES! J'ai pas paye!" ("I didn't pay!"). Meanwhile, I was bending down to pick up a glove that the women in front of me had dropped. I'm trying to get her attention and saying "Madame! Madame!" and the crazy man behind me yells all...crazily..."MADAME! MADAME!" mimicking me. She, of course, is paying zero attention because she doesn't want to associate with the insane. I finally gave it back to her and hurried away from the man who illegally entered the metro station. Did I mention that one of his eyes was covered by a gigantic patch? Always a good sign.

Anyway, back to the weekend.

It was FREEZING on Friday, so despite our best efforts to see the sites of Paris, we ended up just going to Shakespeare and Company and looking at books for a while. It was amazing, of course, and full of book (like, from floor to ceiling). The cashier was hot and British and said "cheers!" after checking us out. I think I'm in love.

Afterward we noticed that, oh, hey, Notre Dame was right across the street. Magic. We didn't go in because they charge a fee, but we'll definitely go back another day. We wandered the streets some more, taking shelter in random stores every once in a while, and finally ended up at this little restaurant in the 5th district. We were the first people there because it was only 6 or something (and the French usually eat at 8ish), so we had to wait a half an hour until we could order. The food was excellent and warm, which was really all I needed.

I saw _Le Secret de Brokeback Mountain_ on Saturday (immersion shmimmersion--it had French subtitles, though). It was amazing and sad and made me want to go to Wyoming (and marry Heath Ledger, but that's another story). Nicole was visiting her sister, so a few of us made dinner at my place. As to be expected, there was much wine, bread, and cheese. It actually felt like home, just sitting around and chilling instead of eating out. There are plans to do it again soon.

Sunday was my "I want to go home" day, mostly because I didn't really have anything to do. I did finally go see my friend Sam, who lives on the other side of the city. We didn't do much, but I listened to Coldplay on her ipod, which definitely made my life better. My parents called me on Sunday night, but it was the least productive conversation ever because my cell phone apparently gets zero reception. They just kept saying "We can't heeaaaar you! It sounds like the ocean!" Perhaps it's the Atlantic, parents.

Classes started yesterday. I took three pages of notes in my History of Paris class (what?!) and we got no syllabus. Off to a great start. My cinema class seems cool. The professor is also a director, so hopefully he won't be too artsy-intense. Women in French Literature seems a little...hard. My professor's strict and big on punctuality. We have to look up the names of the French dictionaries from the 19th and 20th centuries for tomorrow, which means I may have to go to the library. Eeeek. I'm afraid!

I had my grammar class this morning. The professor seems ridiculously nice and smiles all the time, which is atypical for Parisians. It doesn't seem too difficult, so I think it should be fine. We'll see.

I still have no idea what's going on with Amazon, but I'm less freaked out about it today. Whatever. Not a whole lot I can do about it.

Now I'm off to find some lunch and make my dictionary list. Oh, hurray.