I am seriously stressing about France. I just completed my housing form and I sound so boring. I like books. I like to read. I am nice and smart. I like writing and playing video games. I have siblings.

I wouldn't want me to live with me.

Plus Nick me manque. I don't know how I'll be able to survive France if I can't survive a day.

I love my mom and my dad, by the way. I called home really quickly earlier (forgot my phone charger, I'm stupid) to tell my mom that the new Nancy Drew game was out and the first thing she said was "what's wrong." After a brief discussion about how they popped out this game faster than a baby and faster than the last game, she said my dad wanted to talk to me. My dad said that the son of one of his friends died of a drug overdose last night and I shouldn't do drugs. I assured him I wouldn't and he told me the kid was in Kalamazoo even. I thought back to sirens last night then reassured my father once more before asking him if he would be joining me to see Sherman Alexie tomorrow.

SPEAKING OF WHICH, I am going to see Sherman Alexie tomorrow so if you're in town and want to come along, call me.

I am going to go to the doctor and get my woman parts checked out next week or so. I also am going to stop taking the pill once my prescription runs out. I've been moody for the past month or so and I think the meds are behind it.

Also, once my passport arrives, I will be going to Chicago to apply for my French visa. It is going to be a pain in the ass.

I love you all.

P.S. I am visiting Katie. She is awesome and she knows cool people. Some girl from an apartment next door made a boob holder that didn't fit her so she gave it to me. I am wearing it and it is cool beans.

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