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So the phone thing was wrong AGAIN.
Here is the new perfected number.
01133611981449

So I tested into the almost advanced level of language, but not the advanced which I need for UT. This happens, and Im going to be emailing my advisor to see if my "almost" level (Im supposed to be at 30 but Im at 27) will work or no. We'll see, but not to worry. I did as well as I could and Im happy because high intermediate over here is advanced at home, so...? Not to worry. I have my first REAL class tomorrow.

My host family is sick. Poor Veronique didnt even go to school today AND she's studying for the BAC while sick in bed. The weather has turned even colder (could that be possible?) and yesterday it snowed on me on the way home. We've been trying to figure out the conversion from Celsisus to Farenheit, so if anyone wants to help a girl out and leave it here in simple, English-major terms, that'd be really swell.

Gothy and I went to the museum of Grenoble yesterday because it was free and warm. It was fun, and we spoke French the entire time. It was kind of like Versailles, but not. I got up the courage to ask my host family about my increasingly cold room and they turned my heater back on for me. Mysteriously, my room was cleaned yesterday. Not much, just the floors swept, etc. I got my first round of laundry back, too and my family doesnt have a dryer. So now I have underwear that feels like boards. Literally, like wood. Im not sure what to do with them. Because I can't wear them, not yet. I have a few more days before I have to make a decision but cmon, Ive never missed Downey more.

We tried an Italian place on the other side of the River. The pizza I had was delicieux, et I adored the ambiance. Ambience. Hmm.... my spelling is quickly going out of the window...

What else. I saw a pretentious group of schoolchildren board the bus yesterday and the ringleader of them all was a 12 year old with stylishly torn designer jeans over his silver nikes, a black poofy jacket with an aqua pashmina tied around his neck, a Motorola Razor phone clamped to his ear. He had this air of superiority and kissed the cheeks of every schoolage female and shook the hands of every man on his way to the back of the bus where someone got up and made room for him. It was hilarious. I imagine he'll be chef ou patron of something someday.

Nothing else very exciting happening. I think I may try my hand at skiing over the weekend- but Im not sure if it's a good deal yet. We'll see. Maylis is staying in Lyon this weekend, so I have to fend for myself activities-wise.

I wish there was something else to say. I've been eating a lot of kiwis. They are so sweet. Ive never had an affection for them before, but now I can't get enough of them.

Oh and the Girl Scouts over here? Theyre called The Scoots - that's how it's pronounced phoenetically. I think it's the cutest thing. Les Scoots.

So, toute a l'heure mes amies.
Hopefully tomorrow, something exciting will happen. :)