My life in France

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Who can it be knocking at my door - Make no sound, tiptoe across the floor

This is a picture of the table that fell (contine reading if you have no idea what I'm talking about)
Alright, this one (lyrics) is so easy I'm practically GIVING you the answer. Someone, please take me out of my misery and tell me what song the lyrics correspond with.


Well, there are two reasons I didn't write yesterday. The first one is that I was sick. The second is that I did write this huge long blog post and then it crashed and I lost it. I was so ticked off with the thing for crashing that I refused to write another post, I have my pride. Anyway, I'll fill you in on everything that happened.


Sunday I started to get sick - I had a stuffy nose, sore throat, achy back, all that jazz. I was so tired during the whole day and then at night, of course, I couldn't sleep. I ended up falling asleep at 1:00 in the morning. Then at 2:30 in the morning the little corner table that is above my head collapsed. It didn't hurt, just surprised me. I had no idea which was was up and there was no light. It was a shocker. Anyway, I fixed it and drifted back to sleep. In the morning I woke up with everything from Sunday intensified a little and a slight fever. Well guess what? I got to skip school! And what a day to be sick too, Monday's are the days with 2 hours of French, and we had a test (which Juliette told me later was really hard). I read my book, used a million tissues, went to the doctor, did some Canadian homework, etc etc. The doctors in France is different. For one, it looks like a house, kind of like where I got my wisdom teeth out, but it's all proffesional on the inside. I like it. The only difference is the medicine. In Toronto with a fever you take what as medicine? One or two things. Currently I am taking 4 different things to get better. It's crazy. Most I don't mind but one of them, instead of giving us the kind you swallow, he gave us the kind that dillutes in water then you drink the whole thing. It's disgusting.


Saturday we went bowling and went to a Chinese food buffet. It was really good. In bowling I came 2nd next to Olivier who came first. I was the only one who got a strike! And this isn't lik fake bowling that you would do at birthday parties, this is real bowling balls and gutterballs and the whole deal. It was great. Well, I should go now, I'll talk later. Leave comments, email me, etc. I miss everyone tons!


Love Emma

xoxoxoxoxoxox

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Men at Work (no googling required!).
I'm sorry you are sick. Are you at home today too(Tuesday)?
The French are famous for using lots of meds. Bowling sounds great. Glad to hear that you are a natural.
Miss you lots, keep those blogs coming!
LOve MOm

Emma said...

Very good, one hug for you when I come home. Well that makes 1 hug fo mom and 1 hug for dad, no one else? Really? I'm so obviously kidding...

Anonymous said...

You write very well.

Emma said...

Thank you