Just random thoughts

So I'm sitting here, eating a delicious chocolate mousse..which I can eat whenever I want...I thought I should probably write a blog. It's Saturday night, and I only had two days of school this week, oddly, I'm exhausted. Last night I went to bed at 1030..very unlike me. Usually Friday and Saturday night means up all hours of the night talking to my friends on skype or facebook. No, not this weekend. It's 930 and I'm ready for bed. Oddly I really have no desire to stay up and talk to my friends at home. Not because I don't want to talk to them, but because it has turned into the same conversation everytime. "Hey, hey! how are you? good you? good. hows france? good hows durham and hows school? good." Or there is some drama somewhere I'm filled in on. Not that it really matters that I know.. Don't get me wrong, I hate not keeping up, but it's kinda useless information to me. Here is rather drama free, or for me at least. Either there is drama, that has absolutely no relation to me, that I understand. Or I just don't understand it, be the language, or why. It's nice. Anyways, sitting here, just finished my chocolate mousse, talking to a friend, and listening to Jamestown Story. Why sad slow music? I don't know. I'm not sad at all. I'm actually a lot better. I've been at this house since Tuesday and I love it. I am constantly laughing at stupid things I do or stupid things Eva and I do. I will have a 6 pack when I come home from laughing-mark my words...I should probably cut down on the chocolate mousse, bread and cheese though too...Here, they have cream cheese...but not bagels. NO bagels. :( I love bagels. I love the cheese here..well some. Not the smelly, large, mushroom cheese though. I went and got my stuff from my previous host family's home today. Interesting. Spent all afternoon unpacking and putting stuff away..Yes, my room is clean, tidy, and my clothes are color organized- MOM DO NOT EXPECT THAT WHEN I GET HOME. Eva came in towards the end up my unpacking fiasco and thought it was hilarious I pretty much had TWO of everything. Which is kinda true.

So I've been asking myself this. At what point can you say "I speak French". All of a sudden I'm understanding so much and can speak without thinking and it's just a lot more fluid. I don't know if it's because I moved or because what, but it's a really cool feeling. For people who speak two languages, how did you know? I don't know I'm not looking for a pinpointed time, but it's just weird. I know I can really understand a lot more because I can talk at dinner, and I can make fun of Eva and people understand.

I don't know. Haha, I usually don't know what's going on. I never know my homework, I never know when I'm going somewhere, or where I'm going. I never know what to expect. I've come to a conclusion, I'm an martian here.