bathrooms

bon. d'accord. here we go!
going to the bathroom in france is an adventure, number 1 or 2. in my dorm i've found only one salle de bain with a toilet seat. the holes are there, so that leads me to think that they've intentionally removed them? i'm not into that, as i've fallen in a few times already.

toilet paper is also very interesting. apparently if its not white its scented. sabrina bought some black toilet paper today (for drake as a joke) that smells like a cologned rapist. she also bought me my own little four pack of pink toilet paper that smells like a flower. she was unsatisfied with the thickness of the paper at the dorm so decided i needed my own. i'm a fucking princess, and now my ass smells like one too. its embarassing carrying your own toilet paper, so i've been peeking out of my huge door and running to the bathrooms, placing a roll in each around the foyer. i am the toilet paper fairy.

i've begun to get a feel for the dynamic around here. theres an older nun, who is sweet as can be, and a younger one (her 51st birthday was today if that tells you how old the other one is...) who seems to be the "hip" one. she says merde (shit) and jokes around with the girls and text messages. they both talk to me really slowly because i have this permanent "i have no idea what you're saying" look on my face. some of the girls here are kind of mean. example- last night at dinner everyone was quiet at my table because i was throwing of the vibe with my foreignness. i reached for the pepper shaker, and then they all started laughing? but tonight we sat with some cool talkative girls. one was kind of slurring her words together- i'm quite hopeful about that friendship.

my university is really small but very cute. everyone seems to be very helpful. saw johnny depp's doppelganger today on campus. also very hopeful about that.
my bed is hard as a rock, and i desperately need a massage. pickup line?

sleep tight babies,
sara