It's only, like, 10 and I'm beat. I currently have my wet hair in the rats' nest it always comes out of the shower to be, with my comb dangling in it. But anyway.
Today was just a normal school day except I had a French boy following me around and lots of people asking him questions, and needing me to translate on both ends. There was a dance tonight that we went to and it was actually nice because Pierre and I really didn't see much of each other except to say, "Are you okay?" and, "How are you?" I danced a little bit, but I'm white. There was lots of fist pumping, though!
I'm sorry about this blog being short, but we are going to Philadelphia tomorrow to get murdered. Wish me luck!
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