Toulouse,surprises ,crème brulée, and smelly cheese

So I don’t really feel like writing about last weekend, although there is quite a lot to write about. I’m just feeling lazy, and a little mixed up, and in serious need of my friends- my real friends! Sure I have sorta friends here but they are not like my real friends. I miss having good friends. I have nothing in common with people here, it’s really annoying. I miss Americans, I understand them so much better.
Well, let’s see. I’m on spring break, it started last week and I still have one week to go. I’ve been pretty bored since I got back from Toulouse. I’ve been reading Uglies, my favorite book, in french and I’m trying to finish it by the end of spring break. It’s the first time I’ve ever read a book in french! I’m pretty darn proud of myself ;)
Something reeeeeeaaally interesting happened to me in Toulouse, and it’s something I don’t want to put on my blog because it feels weird. But it’s for that that I miss my friends!!!!
So yesterday two of my friends invited me to stay with them in Montpellier. When I asked my host dad about going, right away he was like “NO, no, you cannot go, not at all”
That was really weird.
“Umm, why not?”
“There will be someone here that weekend”
“…oh really? Who?”
“You’re not supposed to know about it!”

And then he got up and left me sitting there all alone. And then I thought back to a conversation I had with my mom a few months ago about how if she ever came to visit me I wanted it to be a surprise. So then I followed him into the kitchen.
“So, this person/persons, are they maybe…related to me?”
And he wouldn’t answer after that. He was super annoyed! A little bit later I heard both my host parents talking in Swedish and they were both really upset. I know they were talking about it because I heard my name and the word “Montpellier” several times. I don’t know why they are sooooo upset about it though, it’s not a big deal that it’s not going to be a complete surprise. I wonder what it is that they had planned!
So I think my parents are coming to see me! It makes sense since I’m on vacation. This stresses me out a little. I know this sounds really weird, but I don’t really want to see them.
I’m doing fine on my own! France is my little sanctuary. I know I was amazingly homesick before but I’m finally at the point where I feel perfectly fine and I don’t want that to change! Besides, seeing my mom won’t be bad. But seeing my dad, I only talk to him like once I month now and that is ENOUGH for me. I used to think to myself that if I never saw him again that would be great but that maybe I was being a little dramatic. But now, I don’t miss him AT ALL. I can finally BREATHE again! I think coming to France was the best decision I have ever made. Sure, it kinda felt like I was running away, and things were pretty much horrible at first but I’m so glad that I came here. I’ve grown so much from everything, and I can really say that I am a much happier person now. I can even say that I like who I am now.
So I don’t know when they are coming, don’t really know anything, but it would make sense for them to come this weekend and stay for the week. It wouldn’t make sense for them to fly 9 hours here and 9 hours back just for one weekend.
So yah, not much else to write about. My host dad made crème brulée for desert for lunch today. It was sooo interesting. He used a flame torch to cook it! Anyone who loves playing with fire (Betti!lol) would be totally fascinated! My host parents make such good food, I am getting super fat here! I’m not exaggerating, I’ve gained 5 kilos just since I moved in with them in November! I don’t know the kilos to pounds ratio, but here I weigh about 60 kilos and in America I weighed about 115 pounds( but that is before I got fat in France!) So a kilo is bigger than a pound, so if I gained 5 kilos, that’s like 10 pounds and that means that I am fat now!
Well there are some things that I can’t get past. The smelly cheese: Fromage de chevre. Ok, so this is common sense people. When you smell something that smells like it’s been rotting in a basement somewhere for two years, why on earth would you want to eat it!? And the sad thing is that, it probably HAS been rotting in a basement for two years because that is how they make the cheese here!!! When something smells bad, you don’t want to eat it. Unless of course, you are french.
Ok that is a little mean. Not ALL cheese is like that, there are a gazillion types of cheese in france. 365 to be exact. And there are some types that I really like, just please keep the smelly stuff faaaaar away from me!

Faire Foutre

Ok, first of all, LOOK at this creeper who friend requested me on facebook!!


Wow ok, I'm scared. Sorry, I just had to share that.
Sorry I didn't write sooner like I said I would. I just had a horrible week. It was long and horrible and I totally just sat down and cried several times. And I don't really feel like going into it, its not so important. But I'm not feeling so happy right now :/

Nimes was amazingly fun!!! I spent a while in Nimes (and Marsaille), but the reunion was actually in a little village near Nimes called Soumieres(or something like that, I don't know how its spelled). Thankfully I didn't get lost or molested. I met a girl my age at the train station going to the same place and so we stressed about switching trains together and at last found the train together too, so it wasn't so bad. When I got to the reunion I immediatly made friends with everybody, they were all really super nice. There was Agnes from Sweden, Latay from Venezuala, Maria from Estonia, David from Mexico, and two french girls who had just came back from America named Sofia and Pauline. And also my new personne relaise, Laura, was there and I really liked her too.

I have to add something to my travel survival tips: "Aller vous faire foutre!" is a nice little expression that means "go to hell" only, its worse than saying that(Aller vous en l'enfer) and it is very useful for creepy men who woln't leave you alone =]

Ok, sorry I haven't answered any questions. Do I consider myself fluent? Not exactly but I'm nearly there. I know enough to express myself, I understand very well what people say, and I have enough vocabulary to talk about pretty much anything. My only problems are books and movies. Spoken french is practically another language than written french so reading books is difficult. But its my goal to be able to read the books that I like in french by the time my year is finished! And with movies, they just speak really fast, but I watch stuff in french almost every day so I'm sure it will come soon. I downloaded the first season of Gossip Girl in french to my laptop, and I also have podcasts in french.