Everything You've Missed

I've done quite a bit, I suppose, since I last wrote, all of it without my camera. Let's start out a week ago (from when I originally wrote this I think a week ago): It was a Sunday. I woke up at 7, went to the hospital, got back and helped prepare for our area in the mass garage sale, went to Notre Dame, went the Hotel de Ville, went to la Bibliotheque de...quelqu'un...Then we went to Fontainebleu (Thomas and Quentin had left that morning, but I stayed to do the giant garage sale thing and the Paris stuff), where we played video games and hung out. L'Hotel de Ville (which is I'm pretty sure is a museum type thing) was closed, because it was Sunday, and the library (Bibliotheque. Since I didn't take pictures, Google is helping me out) was closed just because. This brings us to Our Lady, and I have one or two things to say about her. I should've written this sooner when it was more fresh in my mind.
So, I guess religion is a spectator sport now. There were two lines to get in (both were free), I went in the main one, which was going pretty fast. It essentially allows one to lap the sitting section (which the other line was for), to look at how wonderful the church is without getting involved in the religious part. I find this odd, a little, especially because there was actually service going on. So it makes me think that the sermon is just put on for all those passerbys looking for church-based bragging rights. However, even if all of those people in the pews are there because they feel closer to God in such an environment, what does that make us, the spectators? Imagine this situation in, say, a restaurant: You're eating dinner, and it's really quite good because it's a fancy joint. In fact, it's so fancy, there's a constant stream of people marching along the walls, watching you. They're there because they didn't want to bother to eat, but still wanted to see the place. Tolerable, yes; but odd.
I went to a museum I cannot for the life of me remember the name of. It's focus was Eastern and Southern Asian art, which is really cool because you don't often see art from anywhere but Europe in these museums (except in the main, temporary exhibits). I went with a class of premieres (equivalent of Juniors), who turned out to be really pretty cool, so I ate lunch with them and again a few more times. Then the Grand Palais Tuesday with the anglophone kids, we saw all the Andy Warhol stuff. Andy Warhol: He's got ideas, and he's not a bad artist, but after the 7th or so room of portraits of people that have been painted to look like Joker concept art and the novelty starts to wear off. When I got back to the school, the class I'm normally in had been dismissed early (an hour before I got back), and Thomas had already left. This was all explained to me by the third of the class who stayed. So I went and got ice cream with them and chilled in the park for a while. Then hung out with the premieres again. I also cut my hair last Saturday, it's about an inch long. (Is he serious? Is he kidding? No proof without pictures!) Wednesday was my last day of school, for some, possibly alarm-not-going-off, reason we didn't get up in time and weren't able to go. Actually we could've and I wanted to, it just would've been difficult and we'd be there for less than half the time of both-way transportation. So, yeah, sorry everybody in my French school, that was totally a jerk thing to do and I'm sorry. (Honestly though, it completely sucks and I really wanted to be able to say goodbye and all that).
That brings us to today - Thursday. I sit here waiting anxiously to leave to go pick Mariah up at the train station, for she will be staying here til Monday. The weekend has been more or less planned out. More on this later!
Sorry I haven't written in forever, but I'm here now, so...