The Lost Posts Pt. I: Don't get too FUCKING happy

written at 8:55 a.m. on April 4

I WOKE UP AT 3:00 SO I ONLY SLEPT THREE HOURS BECAUSE I COULD NOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME FALL BACK ASLEEP THEN I FOUND FOOD OUTSIDE MY DOOR AND I THOUGHT OH HOW WEIRD, THEY ARE GIVING ME A PRESENT BUT REALLY IT WAS THE FUCKING STINKIEST ROTTEN MEAT EVER AND I THINK THE HOTEL LEFT IT OUTSIDE MY DOOR FUR BUSTING THE POWER AND THEN FRANCE BROKE MY HAIR STRAIGHTENER SO I CRIED A LIL AND NOW I HAVE TO GO TO ORTHEZ WHERE I'M SURE I'LL FIND MY HOUSE IS ACTUALLY A HUGE MOUND OR PIT OF FECES AND MY HOST FAMILY DOESN'T EVEN SPEAK FRENCH JUST KLINGON.

Edit/Translation: I plugged in my hair straightener, which not only killed the thing but shut off the power on all of the fifth floor of the Hotel Trianon Rive Gauche. I went downstairs and told them the TV fell off the wall and dented the floor so that what I actually did didn't seem so bad. Then I cried at the airport because I was feeling so shitty for no reason that Ms. Gordon, who is a high school counselor, came up to me and tried to comfort me. She's been keeping an eye on me this whole time, I think. I can't believe I started almost crying in front of a counselor, of all people.