Grande
1. Why do so many French men have their eyebrows pierced, and near their temples?
2. The dancers here are ripped and have better balance than me…I am so inspired.
3. Due to my sick lungs and throat French at 9am kills. I have to wake up at 6:30 and commute. Ha I am not used to this yet. I fall asleep in the first half and then I am like a child on adderall for the second half. I don’t like cafe, and it has become my bf. Matt take note of that.
4. On a positive note I have lost weight from the many stairs from the metro and the lack of carbs. I could get used to this.
5. Dorm life is odd. I lived in Juniper, which was basically a quiet apartment, so mass people are a bit strange to me. Remember I am an only child. OH and when I don’t have food and I eat in he cafeteria I feel like I am in elementary school. :)
6. The strike was CRAZY! I had to wake up at 5am to get ready for a 9am class because we had to take a different route (which took way too long). For some smart reason I decided to go to dance instead of home. Getting to dance was okay, it was the leaving that caused me to gain grey hairs and knocked knees. I was sick and left the studio, alone for the first time, at RUSH HOUR! Like I said, I am very smart. Everyone was pushing me onto the metro (once I finally could get on a stop after a few tries and had to weight around for the next one and hope to get on after another 20 or so min) and I didn’t even have to use my feet. I just abruptly glided between the mashed people like I was as a black sabbath concert. I am too little for these occasions. At one moment I literally had my feet in one spot and my head diagonally in another. I looked like a tine sea-saw…spelling? OH and my head was resting on a large woman’s breasts. We bonded. OH and too any parts were enjoying being up near me in that train. I took too long of a way home, got caught at the end of the wrong line and had to wait an hour after already having spent an hour moving about. A French man literally laughed at me because had a dramatic sigh. When I got home apparently I look rough, because EVERYBODY got wide eyed and stepped to the side. :) I guess I just have to look crazy to get my way. So after all of this negativity. THANK YOU Paris for the lengthy day. Now I have officially had two terrible moments in Paris with getting home. Hopefully the third will take me to Candy Land. :)
xoxo
The rambling little girl
