A good day because it was relaxed, and that is something I have not had for a long time, at least not since Prague. Anyway, I was awoken by Seamus constantly entering the room around 8:30 or so (he is actually sleeping out on the bed from the couch on the living room with Kirstin while she is staying here). When I did wake up and move out, I tried to work with my computer some more and finally got it going so that was rather nice, because I had much work I needed to do on it. After that, I quickly showered and then took off for the post office, after having some trouble figuring out when we are all moving out so as to settle the rent situation for the end of the term. At the post office, I picked up a lovely package from my mother, which had all sorts of food in it, as well as some pictures of my family (which always makes me happy). I was quite pleased to get this, and in addition I got the letter to my HOST family thing which I was eager to get so I could get on the ball with that as soon as possible. So it appears Stockton Heath (on the Mersey between Liverpool and Manchester) is in my future, or at least I hope so.
Everyone more or less left, the girls to class, and Kirstin and Seamus to Dublin, I was alone, during this time, I wrote many emails and such like that, I wanted to clean the place up, but found neither the time nor the motivation. I realised I had to get going with less time than I thought, because I was in the girls room on the phone and they have their clock apparently 15 minutes or so behind, which forced me to realise that I had to pack everything and get the hell out, or miss the train to Paris. Upon this discovery I also realised I did not have my tickets or anything for the trip, or I should say I could not find them so I tore the place apart searching for them and wasted a good deal of time, when I discovered they were in my bag right where they needed to be, only in a ‘hidden’ section of it, so they weren’t obvious to me. Anyway, I rushed to Notting Hill Gate and then caught the tube straight away to Bond Street, where I transferred to the Jubilee line, which was packed... a quick thought is, that on the Jubilee line, I saw sitting next to her boyfriend (I assume) one of the most attractive women I have seen in a long time, and certainly in England. She had brunette hair, brilliant blue eyes that radiated to the world, a splendid perfectly shaped face and most pleasant lips, it was like looking upon an angel... From this line I made it to Waterloo, and I was happy to do so. When I got in, after all the security that is as tight as an airport’s (versus the other European trains I have taken where they don’t check your ticket until you are already moving and far away from the city you just left) but I made it to find a group of my classmates sitting on the floor waiting to board the train. The wait was not that long, and I finally got on. On the train I wrote the entry for the night before, and was so excited when we went through the chunnel, but being so late at night it was hard to appreciate, not that you would really get to see much anyway, but it was just hard to tell what was outside at any given time, because they keep rather bright lights on in the train itself, but I am hopeful that the way back will be better, as it is during the day time.
After I finished writing my journal entry for the 2nd , I began writing this entry, and this is where I am at now, I will conclude this in Paris. Okay, so now I am sitting in my hotel room with few extra things really to report. I did on the rest of the train ride try to set up all of my journal entries to date in cohesive and understandable manner in chronological order, which I got about half done with. We then arrived in Paris where we walked to our hotel, stupidly I told a girl I did not know very well in my group a great joke but one that did not seem too amusing to her, which was of course and I feel even more appropriate writing it in Paris than elsewhere
“Why are the streets of Paris lined with trees?”
“Why?”
“Because the Germans like to march in the shade.”
One of my all time favourites, but not so funny to some I guess. Anyway, we walked to our hotel and got our rooms and I was matched up with a kid from New York (though I forget his name at the moment) and he and I decided to go out and get some food, but I was too cheap to buy anything myself even though I had not eaten for probably well over ten or more hours. Anyway, we walked along and stopped at a McDonald’s where he got a fish sandwich, and apparently we are rather close too to Hard Rock and the Virgin Mega Store which always means we are close to the very centre of town. Tomorrow should be a big day, so we’ll see.