Mussels, Care Packages and...Famous Dead People of Course!

On Tuesday was another day of long classes, and instead of coming home and studying all night for my oral midterm, Benny, Emily and I all went to Leon's for mussels. I ordered Provencal Mussels and out come a gigantic pot of amazingly tasty mussels along with fries and later a Belgian waffle with lots of chocolate. Benny ordered Leon's mussels and Emily ordered the original, and all were really really tasty.
Unfortunately, my stomach has shrunk a lot during these last few weeks and I couldn't take all the food I had on Tuesday, and let's just say only about have my food actually stayed in my stomach (ew, I know, disgusting) and I felt sick for awhile after that. Oh well, it was still yummy...haha.

My oral midterm went pretty well on Wednesday (I hope!) and when I came home I found out I had a package. Thinking the huge box was from my mom (think about it, who else sends me extremely huge packages all the way from overseas) I opened the box, but then say the card addressed from Adam!
The box was full of orange and black streamers and tons and tons of substantial food. One of the best gifts I have ever received, this care package was a lovely Halloween treat full of happy surprises!!!!
After I made myself some dinner I headed to the Louvre with my class for a little tour with my professor, which was a little long, but fun, and showed me once again how insanely gigantic the Louvre is and how I'll never probably be able to see it all...
After class on Thursday I took a trip with Melanie to Pere Lachaise, one of the most famous cemeteries in the world. It was one of the most lovely spots of all of Paris in my opinion, and with the sun low and the leaves changing color and falling, the beauty was just riveting! We walked by the graves of Fontane, Moliere, Edit Piaf, Chopin, Oscar Wilde, and Jim Morrison, and also just passed by whatever part looked beautiful and interesting.
A reporter at Wilde's grave asked her why she thought everyone kissed the grave, and while Melanie thought it was because Wilde evoked that type of passion (and because Paris in general brought that out in people), there I was screaming inside my head, "No way. Even I am tempted to kiss the tombstone and I can't even recall what Wilde has written. It's a social phenomenon. So many people have kissed it, there's history, there's a social pull." Well, the reporter didn't want to hear from me, so I had to leave my sociologist/psychologist inside my head.
Melanie headed to her conversation session and I stayed a bit longer at the cemetery, where I took another trip back to Wilde's grave to read the intoxicating message left there about Wilde being an outsider. After that I wanted to wander around a little more and find some more graves, but it was starting to get very dark and I felt very uncomfortable by myself in the middle of a dark cemetery (but yay for a small celebration of Halloween!), so I left and headed for my own conversation session.
During conversation we finally spoke some French, and I was able to ramble on a bit and felt slightly proud of myself, so that was nice.

Okay...I should do some work...I will continue later!