carte blanche

Question

Should I fucking blog again?

so i neglected to write about my last two days in paris.

you should just know that they were fantastic.

i went to see pushkin’s eugene onegin at the opera garnier. 

it was wonderful and my seats were fantastic. 

after the show i waited for manon to arrive.

i stood outside, smoked a cigarette, and i just stared at that fucking building.

i love that fucking building.

i tried to soak it all in as i sucked in the smoke. 

then i felt the rain so i ran underground into the metro.

i picked up a newspaper and read an article about james blake - we were going to his show later on.

we first hit up a tabac where we ordered a great bottle of red i could barely drink and smoked cigarettes and talked about embarrassing sex&intimacy stories.

we then went to mcdonalds.

i cracked up over a woman who was talking to napkins.

we smoked two spliffs and more cigarettes.

we got to the venue - social club - at around 2-3? maybe earlier???

it was a sick night.

we even got free drinks from these slimy parisian boys.

one was fascinated with my hair … “you must be jewish. oh come on!”

nope.

we walked around and then parted ways.

the next day i shopped for my family and the weather was extremely terrible. colder than it has ever been. 

i felt ill.

i was slightly fucked up from staying up till 7 am.

for some reason i got hit on left and right. i looked like death.

i got followed by some guy on the champs.

strange how these things happen to me on the last day i’m in paris.

i don’t know what to say right now.

my flight was amazing. i slept the whole way. i even blacked out and don’t recall taking off. i just woke up and saw we were above new york city.

ha midget was on my plane btw. midget - he’s not really a midget. it’s boy who looks like he’s always going camping. christine said he looks like this one midget actor from this one movie from the 80s i don’t remember the name. he’s actually really tall.

anyways. we chatted a bit. it was quite nice. quite strange. i started and ended my trip with him.

i haven’t been suffering from jetlag. i quickly got back on the road and i have the road rage i had before. my family is annoying. i still love them though.

my luggage hasn’t been emptied yet.

i feel like the last four-five months was just a week. i feel like i’ve blocked out so much from my memory.

maybe i’m just too upset to deal?

i love you, paris. i miss you so much.

alloooo

oh & the other night we had our farewell dinner

after i failed my exams 

it was so good NOMNOMNOM 

then lisa and i got high on the street 

then we walked to the bastille 

i almost tripped on macaroons they got all over my boot

i looked down 

macaroons everywhere 

“AW MACAROONS? ONLY IN PARIS” 

we were so high we just laughed for like foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

okay lolz 

goodnight

lolz thatz drolez

lol i was like stephanie boyz don’t like me 

and shez like ‘you’re bootifulz but youz a bitch’ 

and i was like ‘wahhh? vraiment’ 

and she’s like ‘read your own blogs’ 

& then i just read my last post & 

holy shitz i’m a bitch

but like i guezz itz a good thingzzz

ok so host mom made me poulet au pot 

& apple tarte 

& lots of winezzz

henry iv said all the frenchiez haz to eat this meal on sundayz 

today is thursday. 

hmmmz

we then wikipedia’d henry iv

then we google mapped my home 

poopz

blurpz 

durpz 

itz raining 

i mizz uz

really weird

my grandma found members of her family in paris 

i just called them and left them a voicemail 

i hope they call back soon

we are supposed to go to dinner before i leave 

the difference between my sister and i is that she would never do this 

she lives a life devoid of passion

or maybe her definition of passion is different from mine 

taco bell vs. soul searching 

idk. 

i’m already being a bitch and i’m not even back in LA.

LOL @ MY BLOG POSTS

from last night. 

jeez i do regret wasting my day yesterday. 

today i got a lot accomplished. 

i have 8 pages of notes for my IR paper that’s only 4-5 pages long. 

so that will get finished … in a jiffy! 

then i am almost done memorizing 100+ images for art history. 

after that i just need to read un petit peu and memorize for IR. 

sorry i know you’re not interested in this information but it makes me feel a lot better to have it written down somewhere. 

tomorrow is the last day. no more fucking class. hoorayy.

i’m in bed eating my maison larnicol chocolates …. waiting for dinner. 

nom nom nom. 

i’m so hungry. 

i had a poulet panini at like 12:30 from aux desirs de manon and walked around the st.paul backstreets. i ended up on rue/blvd whatever henry iv and i think that’s around the time a bird pooped on my backpack. 

bastard bird.