last night, my bag got stolen under the eiffel tower. inside was money, cards, phone, ipod, and digital camera, as well as all my phone numbers for french people, like jeremie. my only consolation was that the keys to my bikelocks were in my pocket, as well as the keys to my apartment, and my metro card ( Read more... )

dear loves ( Read more... )

its difficult to get myself out of my house today. real hard. i've been showered and ready to go for hours, but i can't make myself move. this would be okay if i was doing my homework and such, but i'm not. i dont feel like it ( Read more... )

i feel tired, and i miss everyone. and parisians are snooty.

it was a nice weekend, but i didn't get to see ivan as much as i would have liked, and my friend charlotte who came with me was sick so we didnt end up going anywhere real exciting and i wasted my evenings watching movies at ivan's apartment. well. we did go to the zoo, but there are zoos everywhere, so i would have rather gone to see something ( Read more... )

everyone stopped updating! that was really exciting for me for the week that it lasted ( Read more... )

this weekend was great! friday i spent nearly all day showering and painting my nails and building a little castle out of pieces of a postcard (i mean. that was the point of the postcard, to build a castle, its not like i came up with the idea myself). sweet! i was totally not bored ( Read more... )

my fauxpod is broken. anyone looking to sell an old one? i'll fly you out to paris to bring it to me.
i don't sleep at my host apartment anymore! huzzah!
i have an enormous black bruise on my bum from falling down the stairs yesterday, and it hurts to sit, or stand, or lay, or what have you.
my host brother is not wearing a shirt.

i bought another bike! but this one is more perfect for me! the other one was too big and for boys, and the brakes didnt work. but this one works all over! and its a girly bike! and its gray, and super old, with white tires and handlebars and a brown seat and the brand, written on the bar, is 'loulou' and its got a bell and a little thinger that ( Read more... )

my mom sent me two precious, god-given, terribly-and-unfortunately-unavailable-in-france, boxes of kraft macaroni and cheese (if you ever want to send me something, thats all i want). so i decided to share, and decided to make my french friends try it last night. so i was at jeremies, and his friend hugo was there, and we drank a not-bad amount of ( Read more... )