daylight savings bitterness/soggy tacos.

[i would rather hold my breath for about a minute than lose a stupid hour of sleep to daylight savings. also, i miss my california summer with my girls too much.]

today is daylight savings.

let me just tell you that i do not, nor will i ever, understand this concept.

why are we all just pretending it's an hour earlier or later twice a year??

it makes no sense!

just so we can get in some extra daylight time? uhhh, okay?

let's just lie and bend the rules of time and the laws of gravity and change our clocks.

freaking sickos.

i'll always know the truth.

arizona and whatever the other state is are the coolest states for dgafing and being honest and keeping it real and not defying gravity and time and all that crap.

i'm just sayin'.....

eureka for europa posts that are oh, so late, but i oh, don't mind.

november 2, 2011.

art history class with bernie.

we went to the musee d'orsay [musee=museum in french. i'll never forget how bernie would pronounce "museum" like "musayum" because that's how "musee" is pronounced....moving on..] to look at works like monet [one of my favorites], cezanne, and courbet.

the cool part about this museum is that it used to be a train station and then was turned into a museum, so the actual building itself is freaking rad.

or maybe i'm just a dork and get excited about architecture after studying it so much here [in paris, not provo].

 [snappin' quick pics of the ceiling....who knew that in museums you'd want to take a picture of the actual building and not just the art? okay, that was a dorky question, forgive me.]

 [gooorgeous.]

[umm, can i have this frame? i'm serious.]

there were some good pieces, and then some not so good ones.

but i guess that's what you get when you're dealing with art. 

sometimes you have to stand in front of a picture of a lady's naked crotch and stare anywhere else and want to be dead while your teacher critiques it.

literally, i'm not kidding.

revolting.

anywaaays,

after class, a group of us decide we want some good ol' rice and beans.

and when we get there, i decide to do the unthinkable.

get tacos instead of my beloved el super burrito.

now that i'm thinking about it, i have no idea why i wanted to veer away from something so delicious, because i was about to eat the crappy meal from heck.

okay, i'm being a little dramatic. the tacos weren't horrible. but they were definitely no el super and were all liquid-y and that never goes well with me.

[okay, i know what you're thinking, why am i being so dramatic? they look fine, right? well yeah, it's not like i'm eating dog crap. they are edible. and they weren't terrible, but i definitely regretted getting them, and that always annoys me. also, i apologize for the blurriness of the picture, i was crying. not really. my camera was acting up or something.]

i didn't even get to actually get the tacos i wanted because they were out of all good kinds of meat aka chorizo and chicken and steak. so basically, pork it was. and i would've traded my left thumb to have been able to eat the beautiful el superrr instead of that watery, soggy mess of a plate.

after that, me and tiff slinked away to do some shopping on rue st. honore, which is over by the tuileries. it's basically the rodeo drive of paris. i mean, it's got all this fancy shopping and it's where a lot of celebrities shop when they come to paris because it's right by the ritz hotel. 

super fancy and super fun.

i may or may not have pretended like i was super posh and rich [you know, with my jeans and sweater on].

and we may or may not have gone to the longchamp store...

[i understand that you're jealous of the quality of my pictures. it's okay. i'll give you a tutorial on how to take the most blurry and out of focus pictures ever. here's a tip: never stop moving.]

alright, guess i'll get back to living a lie of a life.

but guess what everybody?

it's really almost 1:00, not 2:00 right now.

yeahh i said it, do something about it.

[like change back the clocks please? alright, i give.]