pikkies!!!
today, jules told me that he remembers about before he was born, and octave told me he knows all. in french, it was freaking hilarious.
i have severe sinuisitis. that'll teach me to stay up til 3am in a smoky bar and -3°C weather when my health is in a precarious situation. sigh.
oh, and
still hangin out here:
i tried to dress up french one day, look at my boots. oh, and my beret.
we made a club one inebriated night. it's been a while since we had a meeting, cos most of us gave up on the principle it represented.
ugliest jacket EVAR. when we want to say "a kid from the ghetto" in french, we say "un mec des banlieues".
we wore berets on the champs elysées.
as d****n, the manager of "b*******t in a******a" says, the ihop mugs were stolen fair and square. (i figure someone could get in trouble, from all the FAMOUS LAWYERS AND IHOP BOSSES that read my lj...)
once my heart was whole...
but no longer, alas!!!
OMG I AM WHITE
ah love, jonathan and gemma
j'ai pris un petit café à paris
this one is priceless due to the amazing facial expressions. it was around this time that i realised i was so hungry that i was getting cranky. you know how it is.
the ice skating crew, once more
al took this RAD picture while we climbed the STAIRS up the eiffel tower
amber and I with the wine that POISONS! the bottle is plastic, and SQUISHY. nuff said.
btw, this is how paris does xmas, if you were interested.
ahh, the good ol metro chairs, that have holes in the middle to drain whatever liquid may fall on them, the most likely of which is URINE.
the champs elysées from on high. ON HIGH ON THE ARC DE TRIOMPHE, JERKS! sorry, sorry...sometimes i need to gloat, okay. as if this entire post isnt a huge "HEY LOOKIE ME IMA IN PARIS UH HUH".
the parisians feel the need to get the attention of any extra terrestrial passers by...
sigh. god, that was almost spamming, even for an lj cut. WHATEVER, ENJOY. i force my photos on you. but everyone loves a good slideshow. dont you guys? ...well, i do. and it's my journal. so there.
i have severe sinuisitis. that'll teach me to stay up til 3am in a smoky bar and -3°C weather when my health is in a precarious situation. sigh.
oh, and
still hangin out here:
i tried to dress up french one day, look at my boots. oh, and my beret.
we made a club one inebriated night. it's been a while since we had a meeting, cos most of us gave up on the principle it represented.
ugliest jacket EVAR. when we want to say "a kid from the ghetto" in french, we say "un mec des banlieues".
we wore berets on the champs elysées.
as d****n, the manager of "b*******t in a******a" says, the ihop mugs were stolen fair and square. (i figure someone could get in trouble, from all the FAMOUS LAWYERS AND IHOP BOSSES that read my lj...)
once my heart was whole...
but no longer, alas!!!
OMG I AM WHITE
ah love, jonathan and gemma
j'ai pris un petit café à paris
this one is priceless due to the amazing facial expressions. it was around this time that i realised i was so hungry that i was getting cranky. you know how it is.
the ice skating crew, once more
al took this RAD picture while we climbed the STAIRS up the eiffel tower
amber and I with the wine that POISONS! the bottle is plastic, and SQUISHY. nuff said.
btw, this is how paris does xmas, if you were interested.
ahh, the good ol metro chairs, that have holes in the middle to drain whatever liquid may fall on them, the most likely of which is URINE.
the champs elysées from on high. ON HIGH ON THE ARC DE TRIOMPHE, JERKS! sorry, sorry...sometimes i need to gloat, okay. as if this entire post isnt a huge "HEY LOOKIE ME IMA IN PARIS UH HUH".
the parisians feel the need to get the attention of any extra terrestrial passers by...
sigh. god, that was almost spamming, even for an lj cut. WHATEVER, ENJOY. i force my photos on you. but everyone loves a good slideshow. dont you guys? ...well, i do. and it's my journal. so there.