Sick

Woke up feeling pretty sick.. like a fever is brewing. I had a 2 page paper to write on Notre Jour Viendra, which I saw yesterday with Carla. I ended up writing 4 pages because I liked the movie a lot. Apparently my professor hated it. I find it a bit frustrating when I want to express an idea that is already hard enough to express in English, let alone attempt to translate that into a secondary language.

Anyway, I felt like shit this morning. Got dressed, basically stayed in my PJ's, a total mess, walked out of my house at 1:30, running late. Train wasn't coming for another 7 minutes because there was a delay. Transferred onto the 9, and I noticed there was a man who was walking behind me and walked ahead of me and kept looking back at me. I felt weird so I went the other direction. Later I noticed the same man waiting behind me, still looking at me. Then he tapped me and I froze looking at him strangely because I was antisocial and anxious in the morning from being so sick. He motioned for me to take out my headphones. I did and he asked me something in french. In that moment I couldn't understand so I mumbled that I didn't speak french like an idiot. He said in english that he liked my purse and wanted to buy the same one for his sister. It was clear to me that he had been pondering what to say to me and decided upon the bag, because when he first saw me my bag was obscured from view on the other side of me. We had a short little conversation and when the train arrived I hopped right on, away from him. I noticed him continue to look at me but I didn't make any eye contact. I was bright red at this point because not only did I feel exceptionally awkward but he was the most intimidatingly beautiful man I have ever seen in my entire life. As he left he looked back at me and smiled a lingering smile. Bye.

I felt really sick during class. I think that at this point of sickness I'd have a hard time understanding english, but french was even harder. I had cinema class and I had a serious bout of anxiety because the room was so cramped and I was all the way on the far side of the room. It sucked. The class was great though, we went over Notre Jour Viendra and The Prophet.

Then on my way home there was a man in the elevator that tried to talk to me again in french. I again, was very very awkward. I don't understand why today is the day i'm approached by people who want to talk to me in french as i'm pretty sure i'm sending out massive "i'm sick leave me alone" vibes. Dah. Then when the man went upstairs I heard the piano from upstairs playing furiously. A few mornings every week I'm woken by someone playing the piano, and it's beautiful, and I think I solved the mystery of who the player is.