French fry said what?

So I'm currently sitting in my room with the lights on and door open and Pierre is the guest room.

It was the most nerve-racking thing being surrounded by beautiful girls with envious accents and not-so-good looking guys... but that's my opinion, of course. Since I have a boy, there really wasn't much to talk about but I did talk to some girls who were very nice and knew very good English. I loved hearing them compare Paris to Washington DC (where they were before they came here); it was nice hearing how America was cleaner and people were almost creepily nice to them.

Pierre and I sort of met (not really) and then again began to talk, which was pretty freaking awkward. My friend Tara came over to help along the conversation and made it a lot better, and stuck around and talked to both of us through our "dinner". Pierre was very quiet and claimed to be tired, and he honestly looked it, but it wasn't the best when he would say, "Yes, I understand," in a quiet way, not really being rude but being rude.

The car ride home was very relaxing, my mother talking to Pierre and shtuff. His father "is journalist" and he actually was 1/4 writer of a book about France's land, and he actually gave us a copy of the book, which I thought was really sweet. After we got home, the awkwardness subsided almost completely and mom, my sister Dana, Pierre and I talked for maybe 45 minutes about France and America and all sorts of scattered subjects. I mean, it was so unawkward that when Muffin brought in a dead bunny he seemed completely fine with it. He said he knew because he has a few cats at home. THUG LYFE.

Hopefully tomorrow with be interesting enough to blog about ;]