all that comes out is butterfliessss.

[my headphones are in parce que some lady's watching "the devil wears prada" in eye-talian. sad thing is is that i basically know exactly what is going on and what they're saying because i'm obsessed with that movie.]

what's waaay better than blogging in silence?

blogging to your sister's song "never know" that you crave oh so much. even more than gelato.

oh yeah, whilst being in rome, italy too. that'll top you off.

that said, i'm gonna try and get a post in before i go watch either "passport to paris" or "one day" via itunes. dream come true people, dream come true. if only they had "the lizzie mcguire movie". then my roman holiday would be complete.

okay, so back in the day of october 24th, i met up with some loves after they finished class and we headed over to invalides aka napolean's tomb. we actually wanted to go to the rodin museum [or "musayum" as bernie pronounces it], but remembered it's closed on mondays. that's okay. napolean was still a good time.

 [rylie, courtney, tiffy, moi, et holly go lightly.]

it's pretty crazy how huge and extravagant the building was for basically only housing some corpses. but hey, guess that's what you get when you're napolean. 

after, i was STARVING, so me and tiff went over to the falafel place i love so much and i flirted my way to tons of toppings, as usual. yummy pita, falafel balls, tons of cabbage, hot sauce, tomatoes, cucumbers, hummus, and cucumber sauce. allll for only 5 euros. it doesn't get better than this people. especially when it manages to fill michelle dastrup up for two meals. that basically never happens.

and then we ditched family home evening and went shopping instead. whoops? i did get an adorable dress shirt at karl marc john though. 

[no, that's not actually me. but there's my shirt.]

karl marc john is this cute french store and it's supposed the first names of three dang good designers: karl lagerfeld, marc jacobs, and john galliano. the store doesn't really even look like their styles, but its still cute and french, dang it.

passport to paris it is! i'm gonna wait til i'm home with jit to watch "one day". now who wants to pay for it for me? [daddy, look away.] i'll flirt in exchange.

you ain't gon' tie me down.

[via cette]

here i am, blogging when i'm supposed to be studying for daryl's final tomorrow morning. have i studied yet? maybe not. am i nervous? maybe alittle. do i care? we'll leave that to the judges to decide.

[i know, i know, it's backwards. but it's the thought that counts. and that's what she said?]

even though i'm a month [and more. it'll have to wait.] behind, i would just like to say that i bought my ticket going to roma ALL BY MYSELF. as in i'm going to rome, italy all by myself. big girl stuff here. and i'm so so excited! not because i'll be on my own the whole time, because i've really realized out here that i don't like being on my own. it just doesn't call to me, like my daddy would say about, say, pizookie. i'm just pumped to have a legitimate experience where i truly am going wherever and doing whatever i want, when i want. i guess the idea of it isn't much different than it is in paris or santa monica or provo, except rome will be 100% foreign to me. yes, they can speak english there. but it'll be up to me to keep myself alive. not that i'll probably be put in the situation where i could die [besides when i swim with sharks in a pool of fire], but really. that's what it comes down to. there won't be a sister that i'm living with nearby or a study abroad director/friends in reach by phone. and i think it's so exciting because it means that those places that once sounded so big and scary to me because everyone's speaking a different language and nobody is around to point the right way, aren't anymore. it's like the metro system. first looking at it, i thought "there is no way in heck that i'm going to be able to learn that. there's just no way!" because that thing had some crazy kinda colors all up in it. but now it's second nature. just like paris. 

i can do 'em now. i can do 'em all now. and i will. and i'm talking about those big and scary places. the countries. i'm done. off to "study" aka dream about what will be at the marvelous brunch i wish was happening instead of daryl's final. 

the day i got a boyfriend from utah. in france. without my permission.

[warning: this post includes an almost kiss. and it's butt long. michelle style. you've been warned.]

 this event deserves a post. and you'll see why. i'm gonna go into the gooey details too, so get excited.

so i go to church on sunday as usual [umm, maybe i was late. by an hour.] and it turns out, a lot of students from school in logan, utah are visiting. okay, sure. cool. so i'm sitting there waiting for sacrament to start and planning my trip with brynn when one of the guys comes up and starts talking to me. so of course, i talk back. he asks me about my trip, and i ask him about his. tells me he came from greece. this gets me all excited because i was wanting to visit greece at the end of my trip here, so i start asking him questions of where i should go, because i honestly couldn't decide where in greece i should go and what places are safe. church happens. after, he pulls the ol' "hey, can i get your email address and i'll email you some more information about greece?". sure pal, sure.

i get home. go to mcdonalds for the internet. i've got an email.

"hey michelle, go to this place, it's known for this, it's really safe, blah blah blah. so a group of us are going down to the eiffel tower tonight if you want to come hang out with us."

i think about it. ask tiff if she wants to go and she's down. surrre boy, why not? i love watching that baby twinkle [the eiffel tower, not the boy].

then we had dinner with our lady, which is always a good time.

 [oh, what's for dinner? random steak bits, leeks, tomatoes, and mustard. that's normal.]

[chocolate pudding for dessert.]

and because i love you, i'm giving you a present. madame percin and tiff talking about tiff's cats. if that's not love from me, i don't know what is.

after dinner, tiff tells me she's not gonna come anymore, because she wants to skype cass, her boyfriend. i figured i'd be fine since we live so close to the eiffel tower, and i'd just go meet up with everyone and if it was a dud, i could just leave and say i have hw.

so i show up, and of course i can't really remember what he looks like [we were meeting directly under the eiffel tower], so i'm like "crap". and then he comes out of nowhere and gives me this big [awkward] hug [one of those one-arm's-on-top-the-other's-on-the-bottom hugs, if you know what i mean]. and i see that he's only with one guy. right away, that one guy introduces himself as married, and apologizes for being, and i quote, "the third wheel". yiiiiikes. say whaaaat? michelle did not know this was a date. where are all the other people?? yup, i was duped by that utah boy [they get me everytime]. got me right under my nose.

anyways, so i just kinda nervously laugh and we walk back so we can see the whole tower since it's gonna be twinkling soon. mr. "third wheel" awkwardly mumbles "uhhh, i'm gonna go find a souvenir shop or something" and runs off. like that wasn't planned or anything.

the tower starts to twinkle. and then, a stupid gypsy comes up and shoves some roses into my hand. and i'm so naive that i'm all confused at first and he says "for you, you're very pretty". and then, he goes up to the boy asking for money. right away, i'm like "nonononononono" because i don't want this boy buying my flowers, and the stupid gypsy is trying to be tricky. i tell him i don't want the flowers and the gypsy refuses to take them back and keeps telling the boy [yes, i know i keep referring to him as the boy. i honestly don't remember his name.] to pay him money. so i chuck them on the ground and step back. and that stupid boy gives the gypsy money for one, picks it up off the ground, and awkwardly gives it to me. ohhhhh, it was bad.

then, he suggests we go sit on the grass, which i'm fine with, where he proceeds to ask me about what i want in my future, and when i get married. yup, hardly even know this guy and he's prepping me for marriage. oh, and did i mention that on the way over to walking to the grass, he grabs my hand. i'm not kidding. of course, i gave him the "dead fish" and acted like i didn't even know what was going on [what can i say, i'm terrible with confrontation]. so, back to the grass. we're talking, and he puts his hand on my leg. i wanted to die. literally, i was living a nightmare. he asks me if i'm cold, and i immediately say no, because i know what happens when you're cold. we keep talking and i forget that i actually am cold and shiver. he goes "ohhh you are cold! awww, you poor baby, come here" and scoots over and puts his arm around me and is basically so close that he's sitting on me. WHY?

finally, his friends come out of nowhere [where were you guys for the last hour?] and say it's time to go. i jump up, try to say good-bye, and he goes "wait, i'll walk you to your apartment". and i go "oh nooo, i'm good, i live really close so i'm fine". wonderbread doesn't get the hint and keeps being persistant, so i let him walk me over to my area, and try to drop him off at the nearest metro stop, where he [again] persists to walk me to my door. i say "but what if you can't find the metro again from where i live?" and he says "but you said it's so close, right? so there's no way i can get lost". and i realize i'm stuck. so i let him walk me to my dang door. homeboy gives me the longest hug of my life [or so it felt], and starts to pull away slowly and puts his face in front of mine to go in for a kiss. say whaaaat? no thanks, mister i-just-met-you-hours-ago [okay, maybe that wouldn't stop me if it was a reeally hot french boy. don't judge me, i'm young], i'm good. i quickly backed away, barked a good-bye, and ran inside. still carrying that stupid gypsy rose.

all i'm gonna say is you get what you get, because right around this time, i was getting way boy hungry [for the hot french kind], and being all mopey. yup, definitely cured me of that sickness. i'm good to go for the rest of the season!

blasted utah boy gettin' all up in my biiiness. it was way funny though how it happened, and definitely a good memory for the books. the online books. the blogs, if you will. i'm done.

sometimes you've just got to go to the cirque.

[in front of notre dame with reesie's picture.]

well well well. long time no see. 

thought i died, did ya? thought i fell off the face of the earth, did ya?

well news flash: here i am. alive and well. alive and kickin'.

i've been traveling alot lately/finals are coming up/we moved to another host family and their internet sucketh, so blogging hasn't exactly been privileged to be at the top of my to-do list.

and i should be taking a nap right now so i can be rested enough to study for my art history final [running on four hours of sleep here], but for some reason, i want to blog right now. 

here's to the fact that i know i'm gonna regret this in a few hours.

saturday [october 22...don't laugh, i know i'm a month behind, DEAL WITH IT], me and tiff slept in big time. staying up late watching friends can really take it out of ya. plus disneyland. all those rides with no wait eventually caught up with us and we just really wanted to sleep it off. we woke up to the internet still not working. notre dame [our lady, keep up] said she’d show us where the mcdonald’s was by her house so we could use the wifi [pronounced “weefee” over here, and yes, i get a kick out of it everytime] there. oh. gee. thanks. glad my money that i’m paying you to use your internet is going to good use. kidding kidding, it was fine.

so we get to mcdonalds and get on facebook and see that a bunch of our friends are going to the circus. the circus? in paris? ummm YES PLEASE. first off, i have never even been to a circus. i am a circus virgin. second, how perfect is a paris for going for your first time?

needless to say, we were way excited.

how good can it get in one weekend?! we buy tickets immediately and race off home to go get ready. and because we are speedy gonzales’, we had enough time to go shopping first around notre dame.

don't worry, all i got were scarves. well, they're all the same, just one in many colors. quatre euros each, people. 

we met up with our friends going to the circus [kelly, morning, hollie, anna, riley] and took off.

it was so much fun! i really didn't know what to expect, but right at the beginning, all the lights turned off and the music started playing and all the little french kids starting clapping and singing and i died and went to heaven. there were really cool acrobats, lion tamers, jugglers, people balancers [okay, that's not what they're called, but that's what they did. balanced people on other people. like cirque du soleil, i think.], and funny clowns. it was so worth it to go and i'll always remember the circus in paris! plus, i got caramel corn. so yeah, that was definitely a win.

 [outside]

 [tiff can't contain her excitement]

 [don't question this photo. it's just me with my niece's picture. it's natural.]

[i don't know what my deal is in this picture, but i look totally latina or something. it's all that caramel corn.]

and me and tiff would've gotten a picture together, but we were too nervous to ask the usher lady who made us pay her just for showing us to our seats. what a rip-off! 

still amazing though.

probably one of the best weekends i've had in paris.

the happiest place on earth, euro-town style.

[apparently big thunder mountain is just hil to the arious.]

DISNEYLAND!!!

oh my gosh, you don't know how excited i was to go. i hadn't really planned on going from the start, but when some girls voiced that they wanted to go around halloween and i remembered that it'd be decorated all halloween-y, i was pumped and ready to go. plus, i lived like less than an hour away from it all summer and never got to go, so i justified going. in paris. boom baby.

the morning started off super early, with me and tiff leaving and our lady giving us bread and a chocolate bar for breakfast. okay okay, i'll take it. seriously though, yesss.

another reason i was excited to go was because tiff had never ever been to disneyland, so i was excited to show her all around and show her the best rides. basically i treated her as my future child/ren.

we got there before it opened, and they let us into the park, but said the rides weren't open for another half hour for people who weren't staying at the disney hotel. one day, i will stay at the disney hotel. they get all the perks, plus they get to have breakfast/meals/sleep? with the characters, which i'm totally down for. anyways, we sweet-talked a worker into letting us get onto space mountain with the hotel-ers. gotta start off with space mountain! it was a blast. and it got us both pumped for the rest of the day.

we meant to meet up with the others that were coming, but couldn't find any of them, and frankly, we were happy on our own for the time being, so we just went from ride to ride, laughing and having fun. i made sure to take her on the buzz lightyear ride, the star tours one [loooove this one! i'm a nerd.], indiana jones [totally different than the california one, and was honestly a big let down], thunder mountain, the haunted mansion [they didn't even switch it to jack from "nightmare before christmas" like they did in california, boooooo], and pirates of the caribbean. they didn't have splash mountain [probably because it's so dang cold] or the matterhorn, which was kinda a bummer but we got over it.

the best part was that the longest we had to wait for a ride was probably 30 minutes, and that was once. most of them were about 10 minutes. you can't get that kinda crap in california! i loved it. except that did allow for more rides, which allowed for more dizziness para meesh.

 [psychedpsychedpsyched.]

 [space mountain fun timez.]

 [me and the tiffers on star tours.]

 [the only "drop" on pirates of the caribbean. you better believe i was "yo-ho"-ing the whole time.]

[over-priced food that should really be free because of the taste=awesome.]

[the huge theater we sat and ate in as we watched chip and dale cartoons. loved it!]

[smiling with my hamburger. naturally.]

after we did basically everything we wanted at disneyland, we went over the other park [park hopper tickets=the only way to go. go big or go home. also, they were only 2 euro more than just disneyland, so why the heck not?]. we went on tower of terror [one of my favorites], some roller coaster inspired by aerosmith [what the random? basically, they blared rock music the whole time and you went a million miles an hour through all these disco lights. it. was. awwwesome :)], toy story land where we went on a car ride that was similar to the boat ride at castles and coasters that me and sam screamed our butts off ["we're gonna diiiiiie!!"] when we were little, and i gotta admit, it still was scary. it was there that we ran into some of the others [sam, hollie, maddie, courtney, and annie] and all went on crush's coaster together. i'd never been on that one before [do they have that at the california one?], but i really loved it. you basically get spun around and go all over the place, but it's actually fun. also, i came up with a pick-up line while we waited.

here goes: "are you australian? cuz i'd love to go down unda." if that doesn't work on you, i don't know what will.

we all ran back to disneyland after they closed the other disney park [at freaking 6 o'clock. yeah. probably the most lame thing ever.] to go on one last ride before they closed disneyland [at 7. I KNOW. in america, we like to keep our children up until midnight, thank you very much]. we all decided on big thunder mountain, because it was surprisingly the best ride there! even though it's really no big deal at the california one. 

 [hahaha this picture still kills me. here i am on big thunder mountain all by myself. "with my by myself".]

[me and hollie at the end of the day in front of the castle.]

i also managed to get some cute mickey socks that say "disneyland paris" on them. what can i say, i'm a sucker for random socks.

later that night, when me and tiff came home [but not before going to the casino and getting baguettes, apples, chocolate, and water of course], the internet wasn't working. at first, we were pissed, but then when our lady brought out her stash of friends episodes, we got over it and watched friends the rest of the night.

 [so no one told you life was gonna be this way. your job's a joke, your broke, your love life's D.O.A. it's like your always stuck in second gear and when it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your yearrrr. i'lll be there for youuuu when the rain starts to pour. i'll be there for youuu like i've been there before. i'll be there for youuu cuz you're there for me tooo da dada da da da da dadaaaa. yup, i'm a fan.]

 [stupid bottled water that i thought was normal but turned out to be sparkling water, which i hate more than anything. it's like soda with no flavor. WHY?!? who even likes this crap!! seriously, it almost pisses me off as much as orangina, and don't even get me started on that shiz.]

[me and my bread that i may or may not have consumed most of. what's the big deal, i enjoy bread. so sue me.]

as you can see, it was a pretty bangin' day. i know i'm really gonna miss running around with all these girls the most when i go back to america. i don't even want to think about it right now. some say it's denial, others say "ehhhh shuuuut up". guess which one i say.

i am not a robot, but i am the monster of paris.

[sammie, me, maddie, and whitney. oh yeah, and some random in the back. also, i stole this picture from anna.]

last last last thursday, after french class with daryl, i did the unmentionable. the unbelievable. i went and bought me some chukka boots [finally.]. i had been obsessing for a whoooole week [say it ain't so] and justified getting them because i ended up being able to return the computer cord i was forced to buy [remember when my other cord blew up on me in the middle of the night? went to the apple store to replace it and it was freaking 80 EUROS. thats like 100 american dollars. i was pissed. but jit sent me another one from america for way cheaper, so i got to return the cord.]. that money was basically spent in my mind. in my mind, it was gone. but then given back to me by some miracle. i like to think it was a blessing from the shoe gods, and so i went with it. and let me tell you, i loooooove them. as in i didn't know if i could ever feel this way until now. one of those life-changing/evaluating experiences, ya know? where you want to scream "they love me! they really love me!" about the shoes. and maybe i did. maybe i didn't. either way, these are them:

[you can't really tell on the coloring, but they're like a taupe-y brown and look a little worn on the toe. i looooove them.]

then, me and brynn went to the train station [again! ticket reservations=the most annoying crap ever. but worth it. but annoying.] to officially book our tickets for cannes, we met up with a group of girls to see "le monstre a paris", this really cute-looking cartoon kid movie that we've all been wanting to see. 

i don't know if it's coming out in america any time soon, and it would probably be called "the monster of paris", but i definitely want to take kohlter, eva, and gizz to see it. it was all in french, but surprisingly easy to understand, or follow because of their facial expressions. here's a trailer if you want to see what it was like:

[i think, if i understood correctly, that in the movie, after a chemical thing went wrong, this little bug was made huge and everyone was scared of him, but he was actually a really nice bug that loved to sing and dance, and this girl feels bad for him and puts him in a disguise so nobody can see that he's a huge bug, and lets him dance with her, but then this other guy wants to kill him and she's got to protect him, with her friends. i think. je pense.]

it really was so cute! and i loved the music in it too. and the fact that i knew a lot of the places in the movie because duh, i'm in paris. i'm actually the real monster of paris, if you didn't know. okay, done with that.

anyways, the movie was awesome. what happened during the movie was not so awesome. apparently, a nasty hobo snuck in during the movie and stole tiff's camera and money out of her bag. a couple of girls had said they heard noises and smelled something nasty during the movie, and we didn't believe them at first, but then tiff was checking her bag and said things were all moved around and her stuff was taken. how freaky is that! and then we told the stupid movie theater and they were all "oh yeah, that tends to happen sometimes". well then tell us! i mean, i know it would be bad business for them to tell their customers that occasionally, people get robbed by stealthy homeless people, but still. i felt so bad for her. at the same time, i was soooo glad it wasn't me, because my passport was in my bag since i needed it to buy my train ticket. how bad would that have been? it freaked me out a bit.

since her things got stolen, we decided to go to the police station and report it. while she was in the back telling the po po about it, the rest of us sat at a table and were obnoxious americans again. so random, but so funny.

everyone else decided to go home when tiff finished, but me and sam were famished. big time. we walked around, trying to find a restaurant that we could afford, but that area was butt expensive. it was late and we were hungry, and when it came down to it, we just wanted some dang food that involved french fries in some way. so this is what we came up with:

[gyro with yummy hot french fries in it, on it, and all ova it. doesn't get much better than that.]

you just can never go wrong with one of these babies. and we both knew it. always leaves you satisfied. i reeeeally hope i can somehow find a place like this back in america, or i'll just die. or be forced to make it myself. yikes. after dinner, we rushed home because we were going to disneyland the next day!

lil story: i had to print my disneyland ticket for the next day, and my lady didn't want me to use her printer because she didn't think it would work with my computer since it doesn't have the software, and she's very particular about things. but i was desperate because i needed to have it for the next morning. she wasn't there, and i have this thing about sneaking to do something while someone's not there because i feel like every time i sneak, or think about sneaking, the person always comes home. always. or at least most of the time. finally, i gave it and frantically started to print it. i figured it all out and got it to work [semi....the ink was kinda out, but whatev.] and turned it off, and literally, the door opened right then. i slowly backed into my bedroom and closed the door and gaffed my pants off because i cut it so close. what can i say, i get all worked up and antsy easily! oh well, it was worth it. i got the golden ticket. [also, "lil stories" from me=long. deal with it. i like my details.]

but where's the pictures of meesh?

last last last [and another last? who even knows anymore?] wednesday, after art history with bernie [our teacher] in the classroom [le louvre], i met up with brynn to go to the train station to buy train tickets. 

[really cool painting that i love.]

[that louvre ceiling that just melts your heart. absolutely gor-geous.]

[bell peppers and curry chicken. mmmmm.]

we buddied up because we both wanted to actually get some traveling done the last couple weekends we have left of the trip. we headed over to the station, getting some food on the way, and bought our eurrail passes for 3 countries [france, italy, and germany] for 6 different times of travel [three different weekends, basically], and booked our tickets for cannes, france as well. p.s. you’ll be hearin’ allll about cannes in a few posts, so just hold your horses [because naturally, you have horses around you to hold right now]. 

 [so gorgeous and unreal. seriously, it was like a fairy tale version of central park.]

 [the bridge, obviously.]

[if you jumped, it would move. you better believe i jumped all around that thing.]

after that, we went and checked out some cool parks for our french class with daryl the next day and were making good time when it started to pour like cats and dogs [literally, siamese cats and golden retrievers were falling from the sky]. brynn decided to head home, while i decided to go off on my own and do a paris walk around rue de rivoli.

this was such a fun experience for me because 1.) it stopped raining and the weather was amazing [a little wet and a little sunny and a little rain-smelly-ish], 2.) the walk led me to witness cool things such as: the palais royale gardens where I basically saw the bird lady from home alone 2. not even kidding, i stood three feet away from her as millions [ish] of birds/pigeons/anything that flies flew onto her as she fed them day old croissants and bread. and naturally, since i was seconds away from her, they were swarming around me. and i just stood there. and stared. for at least ten minutes. not even moving. anybody watching would probably say it was the most awkward looking thing ever, but i didn't care. it was freakin' sweet! plus, i was listening to my ipod and super out of it. things get pretty trippy when you're listening to kanye as some birds tornado around you. other things i saw was the madeleine, which is a gorgeous church in the area. it's got huge columns like an ancient roman building, and probably is my favorite cathedral yet. but then again, they've all kind of blended. yikes. i did love that when i was sitting inside, someone started playing the organ and it was echoing everywhere and sounding so pretty. made me feel kind of like a catholic nun. in a good way. not that there's ever a bad way. moving on..

[outside]

 [inside. not the best picture because my camera was basically dead and the camera gods granted me one last picture before it kicked the bucket. you get the gist of it though. kinda.]

i think some of my favorite memories are just being off on my own out here, walking around with my ipod on shuffle and just looking at everything. there's so much going on around you, and i just love looking all over and getting lost [which i did a lot of this day] and awkwardly staring [seriously, i can't stress how awkward it was] at a bird woman. maybe if i had had two pence [grew up thinking it was "topins"], things would've gone better. oh well, whattaya gonna do.

some random thoughts/is this even a real post?

[gosh, i can't wait to get my eyebrows done. is that michelle or michael we're looking at?]

guess whaaaat, i'm not a robot. not that i thought you thought i was one, but that song's in my head like no other. go listen to "you are not a robot" by hoodie allen. you won't regret it. and go for a run for me too. i want all to know that i started packing [you'll understand why by the end of this] and my running shoes were literally the first to get in that suitcase. why go running when you could go croissanting and macaroning? those are the finer activities/sports in life, right? je pense que.

well, i'm forever behind in blogging. and it's killing my ocd like none other. also because i know i won't be caught up on this trip since things are just going to get busier from here. gahhh, and it makes me so mad. i dream of the day that i'll actually be able to blog about what goes on that day or even the day before and not freaking three weeks before. that's alright, all's well that ends well. [<--?? whatever.]

last last last tuesday was nothing special, but worth documenting bits and pieces of. i had class, both french classes. after my first class, i had an interview with daryl for my conversation class, which i was way stressed about. i just get stressed so easily, especially when speaking another language to someone i’ve never spoken to in that language [if that makes sense]. it ended up being fine.

[the bread is chewy and warm. just how i like it.]

 after, i picked up a petit pain avec poivre et poulet , which is a roll with bell peppers and chicken stuffed inside. and it’s magic. there’s so many different kinds of these rolls to choose from, so i always try to get a different one when i get one, but then i fall in love and want to just stick with it for forever.

during my french class, we learned some french culture, including information about a candy that is only french, which is called a carambar, which was basically like a tootsie roll, but it’s caramel. so yeah, basically not a tootsie roll. but they’re more similar than a dog is to a train, so there. annie hates it when i do that.

 [if you can understand french, don't laugh if what i wrote makes absolutely no sense at all. i'm a work in progress.]

after that, it was all rainy, so i decided to just go home after class. cold and wet is no fun when you’re walking around in paris.

also, i just want to add that around this time, i had the gaf [gaf=give a freak, don’t ask] attack of my life, because my computer cord decided to self-destruct on me, in the middle of the night, mind you, and literally catch on fire. i know! it probably was one of the freakier times of my life, because i had no idea how it happened and basically thought the devil was in my room possessing my computer cord. And i was pretty pissed because that meant i had to buy a new one, which=spending money on stupid electronic equipment that i dgaf [don’t give a freak…you’ll catch up] about instead of wonderful things like clothes, traveling, or trips to the cape [legally blonde].

another thing, and this one is going to be confusing because it didn't happen three weeks ago, it happened tonight, but i don't want to forget it. after me and tiffany got back from dinner with some friends, we came home and i started talking to our lady [i call our host mom "our lady" now. i guess i could also call her "notre dame" hahaha sorry, french joke. not funny for stupid americans.] and she started crying. the thing is, she's supposed to be moving to an apartment in versailles in a couple days and me and tiff were supposed to go with her, but it's not ready to live in yet, and we're supposed to be out of this apartment in a few days as well, so she's going to live with her sister and we're going to live with a different family for the rest of the study abroad. 

the thing is, i thought it wouldn't really mind parting from her earlier than expected, but she started crying tonight when we were talking about it, and hugging me and telling me that she really loved me, and i realized how much i'm going to miss being with her. it's crazy how much things have changed with her. i can still remember the first night, feeling so awkward and wanting to kill her for talking on and on for hours at dinner when i was exhausted and didn't understand a lick of french [haha a lick]. i never thought i'd get to the point of feeling like she was family, and certainly never thought she'd feel the same way about me. i'm really going to miss all the sweet things she does for me, like wash my laundry even when she's in the middle of moving, and always offer me dinner [even when she doesn't have to], giving me tips on how to perfect my french, and offering to let me come stay with her any time i come back to france. 

sure, there definitely are times when i want to rip her head off and chuck it across the room while she's talking/scolding at me endlessly in french for the stupidest things [and maybe one of these times was a few days ago], and sure, i hate how particular and nit-picky she is about everything, but despite all of that, i know she has good intentions and she's just trying to be a mom to me. i'm just really happy i got to meet her and get to know her, and glad i eventually got to a point where i don't mind all the hamburger patties she shoves down my throat, and i can understand a few words she says. brava, madame, brava!

alright, done with the cheesin'. for now.

[my mommy thinks i'm pretty.]