Au Revoir But Perhaps Not A Bientot

I came to Toulouse full of expectation and excitement. I'm leaving Toulouse exactly a month later with a bad back. I wouldn't say I've wasted my time, I just perhaps could've spent it better. I've learnt a lot though. I've especially learnt to appreciate my Mum's cooking! Before I would've moaned about the veg or whatever but she could offer me cheesy cauliflower tomorrow and I would be lapping it up! Honestly, never turn down food, you never know when crazy French people will try to force you to live off raw cabbage. I've just realised that for tea today I had the twin's left over, cold mash potato. Literally living the dream! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE God, let my new family eat actual food! I'm actually quite looking forward to getting stuck in with the cooking, seeing as they'll have an actual oven!
I should really be asleep by now, seeing as my train leaves at about 10 tomorrow morning and I am nowhere near finished packing! I don't have a clue how I'm going to get my suitcase to the station but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it! Currently I'm in a half ready for bed state so I'm going to get the other half of me ready and have a sleep! No doubt Emilie* will be making as much noise as possible in the morning, just to annoy me! Oh well, that'll give me plenty of time to get the 140 euros off of them that they owe me! I should probably demand more for compensation on my back and empty stomach but they're not really worth talking to. I am considering leaving a little note though to express my feelings towards them! I feel I've been much to easy on them. Tonight for example Emilie said to me 'Me and Thilbault are going out, are you ok to babysit?' and left. I should have in fact said 'No Emilie! No, I am not ok to babysit. You've given me about  3 seconds notice and this is my last night in Toulouse. WHAT IF I HAD PLANS!?' I didn't say this because I was not quick enough! I wish I had been though because that would have thrown her. I've been far too nice to her so as soon as I get my money I'm going to warn the new girl about how much of a bitch she is! (See the blog post entitled 'Dear Lara...' I may do a similar one entitled 'Dear Emilie...' It'll just be one line though, You are a bitch.)
Well night night everybody! Next time we talk (are we technically talking?) I'll be in Paris! I'm trying to not set my expectations too high for Paris but I am looking forward to getting out of this shithole!

*Just spell your name properly will you? Dickhead!