Frere Jaque! Frere Jaque! Dormes-vous? Dormes-vous?
Wrung my iPad. The national anthum of France is my ringtone, for support of my father, who's in France's armed forces. Funny, considering he's an American. Anyway, my iPad said: "Hey what are you doing @ 6?" I rubbed my eyes and fell out of bed. and texted back: "Sleeping. 6:00 pm is 12 am here." I slowly started to doze off again, when my iPad beeped. I muttered "How slow is our WiFi?" in French. Another text message. It says: "Guess who will be in Paris with you when we're done with mexico" My eyes widen. "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" "Quoi c'est que?" (what is that) Begged my mom. Oops. That was a little loud. "Sorry! I'm just reeeeeeeeeally excited for my friend Pandora to come here!" "I never agreed to some girl coming here?!––Wait. Welcome. (she meant hold up, but she's still learning American phrases.) Is that the one you met briefly in the airport?" she asked. I nodded. "Yes," She smiled. "She seemed lovely. But I still don't understand why you're squealing at 3 AM?" I looked down. "I got a text. Two, actually." I replied. She smacked her forhead. "It's 9 o'clock PM there, right?" she asked. "Yep. A six-hour difference." I answered. "Just––just go back to sleep." she dismissed, and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. I sigh and crawl back into bed. I can't wait for tomorrow!
