Bastille Day

My roommate Desiree and I were up pretty late talking Sunday night, and by the time we went to bed it was already past midnight and into the next day–July 14th.

Happy Bastille Day! I exclaimed.

In honor of the day, we listened to Le Marseillaise while marching about patriotically and getting ready for bed.

French Flag
French Monument
French Fries

Fast forward a few hours. The air conditioning in our apartment decided to call it quits while it was 90+ degrees outside, and we were all laying around lazily, trying to find motivation to move our do something other than wallow in the heat.

Let’s celebrate Bastille Day and liberate some people!

So we ran across the street to where the boys in our ward live and stormed several apartments, Desiree shouting to the inhabitants of the apartment that they were free while I sang Le Marseillaise in incomprehensible syllables of gibberish.

Why yes, we did look this epic.

After returning home, I looked up the information for Bastille Day on Wikipedia and found out the raid on the French prison in July of 1789 only released 7 people.

7 people. How anticlimactic.

After being disappointed for a while about France’s inability to pick a proper day to celebrate their country (calm down, I’m just kidding), Desiree gave me a little boost.

Think about when we went to apartment #1, and only Kyle was there. Did we falter because there was only one prisoner? Of course not! We freed him just like we did the others, and think about how much he appreciated it!

(Note: Kyle tried to ignore us and kept writing to his missionary brother. But I’m sure somewhere deep…deep…really deep down he appreciated it.)

And so we sang Le Marseillaise one last time before we started planning our next celebration:

July 31st.
Harry Potter’s birthday.
Wingardium Leviosa.

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11 Signs You Watch Too Much Doctor Who

It is more than likely most of you will not understand the references I make in this post.

Up until a few weeks ago, I had never seen Doctor Who either.

And under the circumstances, I really can’t recommend it to you.

Unless you like TV shows that take over your life and reduce you to a puddle of tears at the mention of a pond. *uncontrollable sobs*

11. You have dreams in which you and the Doctor go on fantastical adventures in outer space and/or a different time period. And preferably meet someone like Shakespeare.

10. As you prepare for cleaning checks, you pull your vacuum around as though it were a Dalek and tell all the crumbs under the couch you are going to exterminate them.

9. When your roommate sees a folder on your computer desktop labeled AMY IS MY FAVORITE, she assumes it’s a collection of Doctor Who-slash-Amy Pond related items when in reality it belongs to your roommate Amy. (I would never leave something like that so easily accessible.)

8. Sometimes you listen to the Doctor Who soundtrack and begin to weep uncontrollably.

7. When you see the girls above you have turned their blue door into a TARDIS, you have no qualms in going up, introducing yourself, and asking if you can be best friends.

6. Sometimes people are surprised when my little two-door car is roomier than they assume it would be. I assure them it’s bigger on the inside.

5. You see people wearing cool bowties and assume that they are channeling their inner Eleven rather than wearing ironically.

4. That one time you looked in the mirror and swear for a minute your hair was as big as River Song’s.

3. You don’t even feel bad for the girls who waited 2 years for their boyfriends to return from missions. Try being the Girl Who Waited or the Last Centurion sometime and then see how you feel.

2. Your roommate makes a face at you during the hymn “Lead Kindly, Light” during the line about angels smiling and now hymn #97 is completely ruined forever. Probably.

1. You know you’ve watched way too many episodes and should probably just go play outside or something, but somehow you accidentally click the “Next” button. Ok, this is the last episode–I promise.