Back home !

Last Saturday, I came back from a week in France. (I had way to many things to bring back). Here are some things I noticed about the quick journey :

Random #3

Oups.

The Englishman is a heavy drinker.

When wandering in the Student Union, you can easily spot free newspapers on display - at least I hope they are free, cause I have a few laying around in my room. ForgePress seems to be about the life of college students in general, and of the University of Sheffield's in particular, among other broader subjects. And I have to admit that drunk college students were very present in the last issue. I'll let you be your own judge, with two of my favorite articles.

Frosty, icy, polar, chilly, arctic

Adieu l'automne, l'hiver est bel et bien arrivé. La ville de Sheffield se couvre de givre, et ses habitants se couvrent d'écharpes. (Enfin sauf les jeunes anglaises le soir, mais c'est une autre histoire.) Trois étudiantes françaises en Erasmus essaient par tous les moyens de lutter contre le froid polaire. Voici leurs histoires.

4th day without hot water and heaters

Struggle is real. Girls and I took refuge in the kitchen, warmest room of the house. Considering the idea of turning on the oven and use it as heater. Also considering making fire in the middle of the living room. But lacking wood to burn. 

Diary entry -- My fault, I've been reading Bridget Jones the whole day

I'm writing this article with the music from the Harry Potter movies blasting, which makes me feel so powerful, there's no way I'll listen to anything else while working from now on. Anyway, what's up in my life ? Quick summary.

Give It A Go !

Vous connaissez sûrement ce sentiment, d'avoir tellement de choses à faire, entre les devoirs, la vaisselle, nettoyer la cuisine parce que franchement, on dirait qu'une famille de souris y habite à temps plein vu la demi-tonne de miettes, ranger ses vêtements qui sont entassés alternativement sur la chaise du bureau et sur le lit depuis la dernière machine, enlever le vernis des doigts de pieds (certes, il finira par partir tout seul un jour, mais là vraiment ..), faire à manger, etc, que la seule option viable semble être de faire une sieste.