What I Eat

What do I eat in France? It is pretty much the same stuff everyday. I don't go out to restaurants because they are expensive, and plus, it is a big social gathering in the kitchen each night.

Nutella and Bread. I can eat this shit straight up from the jar.

Lots of Spaghetti and pre-canned sauce. Sometimes I'll add a tomato for a "dash of class"

IT TASTE LIKE YOGURT, BUT IT'S CHEESE!

IT LOOKS LIKE CHEESE AND IS CHEESE! Love unwrapping the wax off these things

Well that about all. It gets pretty mundane. But tonight, I went out to a restaurant for the first time! It was my Australian friend France's birthday and we went to a real swanky resto called Les Deux Feres. Don't feel like searching for the accent keys, so just pretend they are there. Ate a beautiful meal which consisted of mushroom soup, tender as as an angel's kiss lamb and couscous, and a dessert of milk and almond ice cream and peach and apple crumble. Yummm!!!

What else has been going on here? Well, I decided I wanted to cut my bangs but not pay some french person 20 euros so I made my Spanish friend Alejandro do it. This tactic worked when I let Elena Bring The Jams Boo Sarwalla drunkenly watch half a youtube video and give me a haircut. It worked that time! Alejandro made me sign a contract beforehand saying I accept all responsibility. Not only did it turn out perfect, but it was free. Even more perfect!!

I hope you like my pajamas

Paper Plate of my Bangs

Okay, so big news. GUESS WHO KISSED A FRENCH GUY!!!!!! Finally, it was me! I was dancing at Club 469 with some American/Australian/Irish girls, having a good time. I was dancing like an idiot, but every once in a while some weirdo would try to dance with me. I would either scream out NO MERCI or one of the other girls in my group would save me from dancing with someone I didn't want to dance with. Long story short, finally a really cute french guy came up to me, danced with me, talked with me a little and kissed me. He asked me to go outside with him to get some air, but I told him I would wait for him in the club because I wanted to dance some more with my friends. BUT THEN I PROMPTLY got the hell out of there. Not because he wasn't nice or cute, but I was ready to go home. Like Maya Angelou always said "Hit it and Quit it". I finally proved to myself that I could get a french guy to kiss me (unlike my summer dry spell in the Ubaye Valley) and now I can relax.

Have to go do homework now. Like my teacher said:

THIS IS NOT SEX-EN-PROVENCE, NOR IS IT AIX-EN-VACANCES!


Do Work Y'all