Rain, rain, go away...

Unfortunately, it did start raining again, and my plans to explore were thwarted once again by the inclement weather. So instead I stayed at home, like a good little girl, and did my college research. I have decided I don't think I want to go to college in Canada. Today we had our math test, and one girl in my class here only lasted about ten minutes before she tried to hand in her paper and burst into tears, saying she didn't know how to do any of it. I felt really bad for her, and a few of the others did the same thing and handed their papers in really early without having done very much. I was the last one to hand mine in, of course, and then we were all free for the day, and it was only around 11:30. Kim asked me if I wanted to come with her and some others to get lunch in the city and then go with Lucie to see of friend of theirs. I agreed to go, although not because I really wanted to, but more because I thought I should continue to try to be social. So we went to the city, found Ken, and went to lunch at - guess where - that's right, McDonald's. One of the guys, Nicolas, got a huge soda, almost 1 liter. And I keep thinking, I'm supposed to be the American, right? But they all go shopping and eat fast food so much more than I ever have. Anyway, after that, Lucie, Kim and I went to find this friend of there's. I asked who he was, and what we were going to do, but I got no real answer. So we turn up in Onex, and he and Thomas are there. And they all pull out their cigarettes and walk to a park, where we sit ourselves down on a bench and we end up staying there for about 3 hours. I was bored out of my mind, and was wondering how they enjoyed doing things like this as a way of being social. Smoke together, shop together, drink together. They smoked more than just cigarettes, and when it started to rain we went to one of the guys' apartment and did the same thing there, only there was a TV in front of us with a terrible, old, American movie about some guy in LA and lots of shooting, where the bad guys were all black. Not only that, but it was badly dubbed in French. So I sat on the couch there until they decided they were ready to go home, and I have only now gotten back to Kim's house. One of the guys was kind of nice, and spoke very good English because he had lived in London with his girlfriend for three years, so it was nice to talk to him about that, because he was obviously happy to have a chance to practice his English. So now I am back here, very tired, headache-y and hungry. I am going to try to go to bed really early tonight, I think.