Why are they called French fries if they were invented in Belgium?

Bonjour my friends! We have finally made it to France! An adventure is an understatement for what we experianced in the last twenty four hours! First our youth hostel last night in Brugge, Belgium was definitly a budget hostel--bunkbeds, shared toilets, and pull chains for the showers and all. A hippie owned the hostel--he had the sweetest dreadlocks Ive ever seen, and the whole hostel was in bright colors. At night the reception became a bar and was filled with young travelers having merry ol time. Josh and I shared a dorm with 8 other people and it was quite cramped to say the least. The showers were in another building out back... we had to go outside across the courtyard to another building and the showers were concrete stalls with a chain that we had to pull to bring down the water... at least the water was warm! All I can say is that I definitly feel like an official backpacker after that hostel! We toured Brugge this morning. Unfortunatly it was raining lizards and monkeys so we walked around like wet dogs. We took a tour boat throughout the city because this is another town where there are lots of canals running through. We left Brugge around 3 and this is where our night started getting crazy. We first took a train to Brussels because we needed to take a high speed train from Brussels to Paris. The lovely man at the information counter wonderfully informed us that there were no more spots available on any of the trains today and that we would have to wait until tomorrow. So not letting that stop us, we decided to try to take a round about way to Paris only realizing after taking a couple trains around Belgium that you cant. Sooo we go back to Brussels around 8 30 and talk to the information desk one more time. We asked her if there was any possible way she could get us from Brussels to Paris by tonight. She said that there were 2 openings on the 10 15 train. So we booked those reservations (we only need reservations for high speed trains) and tried to call our hotel to tell them we would be late. So we called the hotel and of course they inform us that we have no reservation and we should try back tomorrow. That phone conversation ended with the french man hanging up on me. So we had a train ride to Paris but no place to sleep. Before our train ride and around 9 45 we found an internet site and phone site and we tried calling another hostel in Paris and thank God-- they had a room available!! So with like 15 mins to get back to the train station to catch our train, we ran as fast as we could with our monstrous backpacks on. It felt like we were on amazing race. We caught our train in time, got to Paris in 1 and 1/2 hours and found our hostel really quick. It is now 1:20 in the morning and Im off to bed! Good night
ps. the french fries and waffles in Brussels, Belgium were M-AZING