Bog gets her knickers all wet

As it was a nice sunny day in Nantes we decided to go to La Baule to go to the beach. Both lou and I overslept so had to get ready in half an hour, before walking to the tram. A quick decision to wait for the next tram instead of running to catch the one approaching turned out to e a HUGE mistake.
Once we were on the tram it decided to go slower than ever before, casually waiting at each stop for what felt like an hour. By the time we got to commerce to change to get to the station it was 12.14 and our train was at 12.23. For the first time ever there wasn't a tram for 6 minutes so we ran to the next stop in an attempt to speed up the process. We'd asked sister Nora to buy our tickets for us also. When we eventually got to the station it was 12.21 so barging our way off the tram, getting many angry looks and running to the platform (had to be the furthest away didn't it?!) the train doors closed just as we got there out of breath, sweaty and bright red. Lush.
Luckily there was a lovely guy who told us there was another one in 20 minutes so off we stomped to get more tickets having been assured that we could exchange the ones Nora had bought for us to get our return. I went off to buy my tickets from the cashier but Bog (now in a strop) insisted she'd get hers from the machines. I came back to find she'd ended up paying for a ticket to the wrong place and forgotten to use her young persons discount. That was effectively strike 2 after missing the train. We then headed back to the platform (obviously it would be a nearer this time) when lou realised her water had leaked in her bag all over her spare knickers!


Haha it was so funny. She spent the next ten minutes huffing and puffing, effing and blinding about how she didn't even want to come, livid this, FML that.
We finally sat down and in an attempt to calm herself down, bog whipped out her couscous only to realise she had no fork so had to eat it using the lid of the tupperware. Very sophisticated and elegant as always!


We eventually got to the beautiful la Baule and headed to the beach with a quick pitstop in one of the really bloody expensive bars. The beach was gorgeous and the sea wasn't as cold as we'd expected. We sun-creamed up and chilled on the beach for a few hours amongst the masses of minging couples who were PDA-ing all over the shop. Literally disgusting, it was pretty much porn.
We eventually got back on the train when i realised just how sunburnt my ass was! Ahhhh the pain. Wear sun screen kids!

A Long Overdue Catch-Up

Apologies to anyone that actually reads this for both the crap I write and the fact I haven't written anything lately. I can't even use the excuse that I've been busy because in comparison to all my friends at home now in their final year, busy isn't a word I can use to describe anything in my life except maybe the queue at pasta box or maybe the trams. I've just been lazy in all honesty. The weather and the new episodes of all the trashy tv I watch are probably the main reasons.

Anyway moving on, what have I done of interest recently?

Ah Patrick's Day was fun! Although stupidly I arranged to do my first two hour long Autour du monde presentations on the 17th and 18th so I couldn't join everyone to buy the stuff for green cocktails on the first day (bummer? Nah) and I was obscenely hungover for the second one. (I should probably mention that Autour du Monde is a company stupid enough to hire me to teach French kids about the UK). So yeah, off I went to the first one, I wasn't paying attention so missed my stop so ended up having to run to the school. When I got there I was taken through the school to the class I'd be with- all boys except one. Great. They were a treat to say the least! One of them asked me if I wanted to buy some 'hachiche' (the teacher had left the room) and it's safe to say they aren't fans of any music other than rap and r&b. Lovely children!

Anyway, on with the irish celebrations! Everyone came to ours and we drunk obscene amounts of green cocktails that got significantly stronger as we got more drunk. Can't say I remember much! My eyes are going in different directions in every picture and I ended up crying for hours because I was too drunk to get into the club which would clearly ruin everyone's night(?!) as well as me crying, becks was crying about supposedly losing her phone, kate was telling everyone to 'come 'ere! Fuck off!' and lou was getting her arse out (standard). Apart from that the streets of Nantes were packed with people all getting merry in the name of St Patrick, what more could you want?

I definitely did not want the hangover the next day. I woke up with a Becks in my bed, a sleeping falcor and lou in lou's and the hangover from hell. I couldn't think of anything worse than talking to another class that I'd already been told were less responsive. Rocking the pale vodka glow and glassy eyes I turned up, gave my presentation and was met with the most awkward silence ever. They just didn't speak. I ended up having to rack my brain trying to think of the chavvy music I used to listen to when I was younger to try and bond. Any street cred I once had definitely vanished when I hadn't heard of one single 'rapper' they liked. I blame it on the vodkkka.

We've had some pretty mental nights out recently too. Nora's birthday ended with us all strutting our stuff and dancing like sluts on the bar in le Loft (even doog).

After a picnic (where some lovely Armenian men gave us loads of food and a free bottle of wine, becks was a tad worse for wear and ended up not being able to get in to Tex Mex. She wasn't drunk though! And when asked to prove it she could definitely stand up straight, string a sentence together and see without scrunching up one eye... NOT. Fiona and I managed to get her into another club because she wanted to dance but miss Sweeney ended up throwing water over us because we were trying to get her more drunk and it wasn't really water) and then forgetting she'd even done it five minutes later! Absolutely hilarious.

Every story I tell on here seems to involve alcohol so just to prove we do some sober stuff too. Kate and i had IRFFLE classes together and had to sit through lots of presentations about different countries. One did hers on saunas! Wtf?! And these weird Chinese lady did hers on some place she was from but forgot to look up on a map where it was so none of us had a clue. Some romanian girls made us do some sort of weird conga dance (not impressed especially as all the hot Spanish guys were there and I looked ridiculous). Then Kate and I did ours on wales and Ireland and the sad part is that the only response we got was moody Irish woman correcting us and the class laughing at welsh and Gaelic. Good one! Maybe I should have sung Tom Jones or something?

I went to Guerande to do another presentation and we have been to the beach a lot. The weather is so nice! Can't believe I was in the sea in April (even if I was sacrificing my extremities). We also went for lots of meals and coffees and have generally just spent our days being complete and utter bums all in the name of learning French (really need to start doing some actual learning).