Noodles on a Bike

"You are so weird Erika.
What do you do, spend your time feeling yourself?"

My silly Aunt Chris and I:

Myspace mirror Paris!

The Erika of Notre Dame:

On a Sunnier Day!

'Arry Pottar in Paris:


Some Catacomb Skulls:


Me and some Catacomb skull:


The French Fashion Show!


In the French Rain!!!


PUDDLE JUMPING IN PARIS!


Notre Dame:


And that is all!!!
J'amie Paris!

Haha.

Tampon.


Thank you again, Cristen.
For making fun of our use of tampon when it really means stamps.

I guess that makes us French Fries!

Thanks Cristen.

Today started with not a chocolate croissant but another some sort of pastry with custard and chocolate.
Really really really yummy.

We made our way to the BHV which is supposedly the largest DIY store in Paris, sadly, they are closed on Sundays so we've only discovered the location and haven't actually checked out the store yet.

So we took the RER to the Catacombs.
In the 1700's the graveyards in France became so over-filled that the water running underneath and into the rivers was filled with diseases of the decaying bodies and many outbreaks were caused in the area that we are staying (Les Halles). So the bodies were moved into the many passage ways that were created by Limestone quarries.
Today we got in!
The line was not as long and much more enjoyable because a little boy standing behind us in line was in full Harry Potter dress, glasses, cape and wand, and would chase the pigeons calling out various magic spells, and my mother and I left the line to find a little lunch at a nearby bakery and to buy a crépe which ended up being lemon and honey.
After going down the 85 steps you travel through passages in the orginal quarry. Very cool with little bits of information.
Advice for future catacomb travlers: BRING A JACKET.
So anyways we reach the catacombs and it's bunches and bunches of stacked bones.
Not just thrown in a pile bones, stacked neatly with skulls facing the front bones.
And it's not just a few passage ways, no.
It's an entire freaking mile of bones and bones and bones.
Somehow, it was totally and completely awesome, and of course completely creepy.
After climbing the 83 steps back to the surface we were checked for taken souvenirs, and saw that someone had attempted to take a skull. We then discovered why the catacombs were wet instead of dusty like the guide book said.

IT WAS RAINING!!!

And not just some wimpy rain, it was pouring!!!
So we ran to the Metro, or at least we tried. After taking a few wrong turns and some near pant wettings we decided to go to Starbucks and dry off.
Noticing that I was already quite wet I decided to jump into a moat.
Well, actually it was street water run-off and it was quite a large body of water.
And I jumped.
So after being fully wet we got Starbucks.
I had a hot chocolate that actually tasted more like a Chocolate Mocha. But it was good and it was warm so I didn't really care.

After leaving Starbucks the rain had slowed and we were mostly dry so we decided to go to the Bird Market.
The Bird Market takes place at the Flower Market on Sundays, it was cool and I wanted to buy a bird for Hemingway, but, eh.

Then we went to Notre Dame and experienced the most amazing concert. The Organ in Notre Dame is huge and sounds amazing, the music was so... spectacular.
It was better than anything I ever could have expected.

Anyways we came home and had a Greek salad and ice cream for dessert.
I am currently looking up Tony&Guy Salons to get my haircut and missing you all dearly!
Oh! And I sent out a few more postcards today but didn't make it over to the Post Office to buy more stamps for my other postcards, but they'll be out soon!

Love you all!!!

Included a clarinet, flute, and violin.
When we walked by they were playing Fiddler on the Roof.

Now that's awesome.

There rap is sooo much cooler than ours!
I mean, I actually like it!!!

But I have heard a lot of American stuff.
I've heard My Humps at least three times and My Hips Don't Lie like, a bajillion times.
Today I heard Ridin'!

Well, Erika is cheap and she'll admit it.

For my first round of poscards I decided to make my own since postcards are kind of expensive here and I have nothing to do while the family watches TV.

So I am currently in the process of making my 20 postcards.

People with first names starting with A-E your postcards are done and a few of those first ones are in the mail!

Bright and early start this morning!

I was still full from last night's fest so I opted for no chocolate croissant.

Today we went back to the Flea Market. Apparently the first day that we went to the Flea Market we had actually gone to the mere outskirts of the Flea Market which actually contains over two hundred vendors.
And the real vendors sell antiques.
Well it turns out that they sell a lot of antique furniture and such and a vast majority of them actually know how much it's worth so it's priced at extreme highs.
After tooling around the antiques for a while we went back to the orginal vendors.
On our way we found all new stalls!!!

So I purchased Converse.
Vintage, used, leather Converse. OMG.
They are awesome.

I also vidded the coolest collection of used leather jackets, this market is a Punk-Rock Dream.

Then I stopped and bought a belt, gold sparkle and black, it's totally chic.

Then there was a jewelry stall that I bought a cute black necklace at.

One stall had framed French reproductions so I bought my mom and dad a cute little framed Eiffel Tower for home.

At another jewelry stall I got a great shell bracelet and cute yellow star ring.

At a stall with hundreds of pairs of shoes I tried on a pair of black sparkly flats that ended up not fitting so I bought a gold pair.

Finally on our way back to the Metro I saw the cutest pair of Grease jeans for fifteen Euros. I had to have a pair!!!
So I asked the guy for his largest size and bought them.
Magically when I returned home, they fit!

For dinner I went out with my father and bought an Indian meal in order to pay back for all the money I had borrowed at the Flea Market.
The dinner ended up being perfectly delicious and just the right amount of spicy.

No news on dessert yet, but I'm feeling pretty tired, so I'm not sure how long I can stay up!

Some of my favorites:

An old man in the Metro with a stuffed dog, he was playing an accordian.

Another old man in the Metro playing the saxaphone. He was playing the Beatles, Let it Be.

A human fountain.

A group of street performers that included a drum set, tuba, trumpet with two singers in bunny ears.
They also rapped.

Various electric guitar players. Including an electric guitar and electric violin duo.
Awesome.

I was not able to write yesterday from being too tired.
So I will fill in today!

We started off the day with Chocolate croissants.

We decided to go to the Galeries Layfayette. The Galeries are like a giant Macy's or Nordstrom's, a really nice big place with lots of expensive things.

On our way we stopped at the Opéra, where they show Operas and Ballets in the Spring, Fall and Winter. There is no air conditioning and that is the reasoning for not having performances in the Summer.
But it is a gorgeous building that was comissioned by Napoleon.
Beautiful.

At the Galeries we had reservations for the public Fashion Show at three.
So we stopped on the fifth floor of the women's building at the café.
DELICIOUS!
We had the most incredible chocolate mousse there and some great lasagna type thing.
It had lots of cheese, therefore I liked it.

The fashion show was spectacular.
The models are so gorgeous and the clothing expensive.
The show even included an underware portion which I'm sure my father was disappointed with missing.

Afterwards we went shopping but after discovering that the cheapest shoe was 59 Euros, or about 75 dollars American we left.
That and I had worn heels, meaning that my feet were close to bleeding.

We made our way back without my father, quite a feet for five American women in a Metro.

On the way to the apartment we stopped at the Starbuck's to have a drink and sit down.
They just don't make it here like they do at home.

For dinner we had a salad with a spinach goat tart and some chicken pastry-thing.

Dessert consisted of a chocolate cake and a chocolate tart that tasted like a pie crust filled with chocolate.

The awesome Winged Victory:


An illegal picture of my mother with the Mona Lisa behind her:


VDM:

(Venus de Milo)

Proof that the reason for VDM's interesting stance is from scoliosis:


Pyramid at The Louvre:

Three.

But none at the heighth of attractivness.

Yesterday at the Louvre there were eight.
In case you were wondering where yesterday's count went.

Which reminds me...
Not many paintings in the Louvre featured redheads.
That's a disappointment.

But today I saw an Asian who almost had redhair.
OMG.

We had chocolate croissants for breakfast.

The orginal plan was to go to the Catacombs, and since it didn't rain, walking was fine.
We took the RER to a place near the Catacombs and walked there.
The line was huge and we came close to closing time.
We didn't make it in.

Since I was the last one in the shower this morning and therefore the last one dressed it is my fault that we didn't make it to the catacombs.
My mother has spent the rest of the day being mad at me and my princess-ness and general brattiness.
Yeah for being the hated child, again.

We decided to go to the flower market and came upon a place that resembled a flower market. My mother claimed that what we found was not what we were looking for so we wandered around the island a little bit more trying to find it.

We stumbled across the Saint Chapelle church which contains the largest expanse of stained glass in the world.
Needless to say, it is gorgeous.

Then we made our way to Notre Dame and had a cheese crépe on the way. Very good.
Notre Dame was getting close to closing so I went in with my sister because we were the only ones not wearing shorts.
We were unable to find any information but we did get to witness some of the mass and see some amazing stained glass.
Hopefully we'll be going back and we'll get a tour.

We were on our way back to the appartment when we got the news about Ohio.

Hoping to rent a video we stopped at the local store but found out that we had come three minutes after they closed.

It was a day of just missed deadlines and tears from two people.
Yeah Paris.

He has cancer in his right eye.
Hyper pigmentation in both, so the cancer is likely to spread to his left eye.
If we keep him he'll need laser eye surgery every six months and they aren't sure how long he'll last.

The only person on this trip who hasn't cried.


Guess I'm just heartless like that.

I remember why I hate rodents so much.

I hope it rains tomorrow.

I found out that last night my Great Uncle Bill died.
He was walking with his wife and friends when they sat down to have a soda.
He grabbed his throat and said that something was terribly wrong.
Then he died.

Life comes at you quick.

RIP Uncle Bill.

I know some guys like Notre Dame!
They have a big temple but very small pipes.


Oh father.

Is a fruit.

Japanese and Korean Asians are way hotter than Chinese Asians.

But both are scary when they attack in the Louvre.

We're experiencing strong winds and a thunder/lightning storm.

Yeah for rain in Paris!



Now, I heard at home it's supposed to get up to 107°?

The Louvre.

That's all there is to say.
We began The Louvre.

And when I say began I mean that we only did one floor out of four.
And it took us eight hours.

But today we got all the big things done, Mona Lisa, Venus de Milo and Winged Victory.
Yeah, they're popular.

Other than that there were a lot of awesome paintings and I'm sad to say that I don't really know why the Mona Lisa is so popular, Da Vinci did some paintings that are so much cooler.

So, let's see, I rebelled and took a picture of the Mona Lisa.

We discovered that the reason the Venus de Milo has such a strange stance is because she has an upper-back 'C' curve.

The cafés in the Louvre actually suck.

Oh, and the rest of the time was spent renaming paintings and pointing out just how many Jesus' there are.

Fulfilling day.
Oh and we had a lovely dinner of salade and quiche from the local boulangerie.

Polka dots
Stripes

Add ingredients then mix and match.
For extra flair add checkers.

Black and white works best, but for the daring, try some color.

I totally hit Gina today.

Like seriously hit her. Hard.

But she was ticking me off.

:sigh:
She hates me now.

I don't blame her.

One.

And he wasn't even that attractive.

I don't get it.

How are we the home of the free again?

We have an age limit for buying cigarettes, an age limit for drinking, traffic lights that actually have to be obeyed, sound curfews so that no one stays up too late making too much noise and whatever that thing is called where they bleep out bad words on TV and don't let women show their nipples.

So how are we the home of the free?







Damn Puritans.

Americans are fat.

The French are not.

The French eat high fat content food, eat lots of cheese, drink lots of wine.
They sleep in late and go to bed late.
They drive crazy.
Everyone smokes. And drinks coffee.
They even have McDonald's here!
And!
They eat a lot of bread! And bread that is half flour half butter!
In Italy all they seem to eat is pasta and pizza!

What the heck?!?!?!!!

We have salads!
We have low fat!
You aren't allowed to smoke anywhere and the packages have warning labels!
We wake up early, go to sleep early!
WE HAVE FITNESS PLACES!
Gyms! Curves! Sport courts everywhere!!!


I just don't get it.

But I do get that Atkins is an idiot.

Started off normal, warmer than yesterday but I opted for pants anyways.
I also choose to wear my new Quicksilver shirt, since I bought one in New York I decided to buy one that says Paris on it.

We had French Toast for breakfast with the leftover bagette from yesterday and I can see why they call it French Toast even if the French didn't invent it, it definently tastes better when it's made here! Anyways, we took the morning to sit down and decide that today would be a calm day.

Which reminds me, I went to bed at two and woke up at one. So when we say a relaxing day it means that we didn't go out of the appartment until three.

We decided to go shopping and made our way to the mall, stopping in little side stores and going to the most famous kitchen store in France.
Honestly, I didn't know kitchen stores could be famous.

We went shopping for a while and I got some cute skirts and a top, hopefully I'll be wearing them later this trip.

After that we went home and had a tomato, mozzerella, olive, capers and onion plate with a fresh bagette.
For dessert a chocolate filled beignet (like a square doughnut) and a slice of chocolate cake!

Like I said, a simple day.
And if I'm lucky I'll get to talk to Geno on MSN, that is, if he ever comes back!

Tomorrow the Louvre?

Tour Eiffel:


L'Arc de Trimph:


Just a schmexy Ferrari on a street corner:


French Chicks:


Je suis français!


A fountain, sure to be the first of many:

Six.

Sadly not as many, I was suprised because we went to a lot of touristy places.

But, there were a lot of attractive British people.
:D

It starts off quite nice, not as chilly this morning as yesterday so I'm wearing a skirt instead of pants.

For breakfast we had... You guessed it!
Chocolate croissants, well actually it's just called Pain de Chocolat, Chocolate Bread, but either way, it's yummy!

I got lucky this morning and discovered that this computer had MSN Messenger! Huzzah!
Even though in California it's one in the morning! I was able to talk to Pherfy!!!
Hopefully I'll get to talk to more people tonight.

We've decided to go to the Eiffel Tower so I'll have a good story to tell tonight!
Oh! And I'm buying my postcards today, I need about twenty, so some people might be getting some pretty weird postcards, I don't want everyone go get the same!

So I started this post in the early morning, when I said the Eiffel Tower I did not know it would end up being a crazy day filled with many many more things.

We started the day with the local church and this is a certain church.
A certain weird church, it had chairs on the ceilings.
Chairs on the ceilings. Odd. Then there was a bike that looked like an elephant.
It was kind of weird.

We stopped at a change station because I discovered that I had seventy dollars in my wallet, translated into Euros I got about fifty. I already owed my dad twelve, so plainly, money goes fast.

Then we took the Metro to a square that contained a fountain, what fountain, I have no idea. It had a guy with a trident and nymphs. Also there was an oblisque with Egyptian stuff on it.

Walking along a very tree filled lane we grabbed a lemon and sugar crépe. Yum!

Then we walked down the Champs-Elysses until we reached L'Arc de Triumph. It's nice. Lots of people, mostly Asians and Americans, go figure.
Then we walked to the Tour Eiffel.

Of course, the Tour is never as close as it looks. Just like the other side of the bank on the river with the suspension bridge, just like the Space Needle in Seattle, and just like the Empire state building.
Tall things never are as close as they appear.

So we went to a café. Mascotte Cafe to be precise.
My aunt had a Shrimp salade, my father had a ham and cheese sandwich, just like the one's we had at the Tour de France, then my sister had a cheese sandwich with cheese that ended up being too strong for her. My mom split and I split a ham and cheese sandwich and a Gourmande sandwich.
All was good, but I do remember something, when the French say Milkshake, they mean Milkshake. Seriously. The milk had been shaken with chocolate powder, and not nearly enough.

Anyways, we made our way over to the Tour Eiffel. There were a lot of people and we were hoping to be there for the lighting of the Tour Eiffel, we got there at six and figured it would start at eight.
I asked a lady in my best French what time the lighting would occur, and she replied in perfect English, "It's always at ten."
So with four hours to kill we lounged around, first in the surrounding gardens and then on the grass. Then around eight we thought it would be a good idea to walk up the stairs.
I am afraid of heights.
But that never seems to stop the family from going on various high rise places, the older the better they must figure.
So we went up the 750 stairs. And the view was spectacular, but I didn't go to the rail.
I also opted not to go with the vast majority of the family into the highest platform of the Tower. I actully listened to advice! Thank you Matt!
Anyways, we went back down the 750 stairs. That's 1500 stairs, plus the walking we did to get to the Tower plus the fact that we had to get home somehow.

Around nine forty we found a spot on the grass to watch the lighting of the Tower, which was also amazing, and with the spotlights on the Tower appears to be made out of gold.
Gorgeous.

We found another Metro station and made our way home. But with my father and aunt fighting about direction we ended up a little farther away from the appartment than planned, but the family was so tired that we did not complain.

For the light dinner we had this morning's bagette with some leftover cheese, aged Munster, smoked salmon, onion, lemon, apples and pears.
Quite good really.

Anyways, it was a busy day and I got on in time to talk to Christine!
Supposedly you people in California are having quite a heat wave?

Ah well, off to sleep, it's almost two AM here.

Tomorrow is supposed ot be a little calmer, hopefully just shopping.

I completely and totally forgot to write about something odd that happened at SFO!

While waiting in line to be scanned and searched for nail files and other such terrible articles of terrorism I saw Christian!
Well, at least I thought I saw Christian.

I actually saw an exact replica of Christian, but twenty years older!
It was bizzare because this person really did look identical to Christian, about the same height, same face, same (natural) hair color.
Everything!

The only difference was some slight grey patches on the side of his head and the fact that he had a wifey who had short brown hair and a little baby.

But really, exactly alike, I almost said hi.
I even made my parents look and confirm my suspicions.


Bizzare.

Yep, I'm on my way to French-ness.

The French like to sleep and the French sleep a lot.
They go to bed at midnight and the city doesn't start moving until eleven, sometimes noon.

Seriously if you wake up at six over here and walk around town, nothing is open. NOTHING. Not the bakeries, not the Starbucks, not anything. There aren't even that many cars on the road, no scooters.
Boderline crazy, because in California in LA at six in the morning, well, I'm sure the vast majority of you have already heard of the traffic jams.
Also, you don't usually hear police sirens until ten.

But anyways, last night I fell asleep around eleven thirty and did not wake up (even once!) until ten.
Yeah France!!!

"There are a lot of McDonald's here, I even see a lot of people eating McDonald's!"
"Yeah, as an American I almost feel guilty, bringing over that food and getting them to eat it too."


"The smoking doesn't seem to be too bad here."
"The American's are probably doing that too, by making them aware of the dangers of smoking we are slowly making them stop smoking. In turn, they're getting fatter and fatter."

"After dinner we're going to find a glace place right?"
(en Français 'glace' is the word for ice cream)
"No! Why would we go to a glass place? We want ICE CREAM!"

Attractive males with natural red hair in the age range of fifteen to thirty.

14.

My theory is that the more time spent in tourist-y spots the more Redheads I see, but today was a lucky fourteen!

Oh yeah!
LA TOUR DE FRANCE!!!

That's right! We went down and saw the parade and the ending of the Tour!
It was awesome!!!

Landis won.
:D

The day started out with Sunrise Yoga with my aunt and sister around six in the living room of the apartment, then I went back and slept until ten.
Hehe.

The apartment is about the size of our downstairs which makes it one of the larger apartments in Paris. There are three bedrooms and an extra bed. A nice kitchen, a toilet, computer (obviously), shower, TV with cable... this place has the works!

Chocolate croissant for breakfast... soooo good!
Turns out the grocery store is closed Sundays and apparently I'm the only one in my family that knew that all French are Catholic.
Oh well, we're learning!

It's a little bit chillier today, so not really cold, more like pleasant. Really this weather is nice. As long as it doesn't get to hot while we're walking there will be no reason to complain!

So it definently heats up when the sun is out but luckily today it was mostly cloudy!

After breakfast we went down to the Champs-Elysses (or however it's spelled) and walked along the river. We walked into parts of town that seemed to get more and more tourist-y and we soon discovered why, The Louvre!
But instead of going to The Louvre we walked around the gardens and made our way down to the large crowds forming.
LA TOUR DE FRANCE!!!
Yes, that's right, we went and joined every single tourist and civilian in Paris to watch the bikes come in. Firstly they had a parade, and when they say parade they mean the most commercialized version of cars and mini-floats.
If they make fun of America one more time for being over commercialized I might smack them.
But what's interesting about the parade is that the cars travel at forty-five miles an hour! Sometimes faster!!! I mean, these cars/floats are really moving!

Anyways, we had a long time to wait before the bicycles came so we ended up splitting ham and cheese sandwiches.
And when I say ham and cheese I mean ham and cheese.
That's all.
Bread, ham, and cheese.
But the bread is so good that it doesn't even matter!!!
The sandwiches are amazing! Delicious!

Then we also had a Nutella and Chantilly (whipped cream) crépe and some of this tea my mother loves... Peach Ice Tea, they add peach instead of sugar, it's quite good!
I also highly recommend limonade.

After seeing the riders and cheering a few times (they do eight laps) we made our way to the island to find dinner.
We settled on a little Italian restaurant and had the most interesting and by far best food of the trip.
My sister and father split a Rocket Pizza, pizza with tomato sauce, cheese, olives, and lettuce. It was not my favorite although it was good.
My aunt choose a chicken salad that had huge chunks of real Feta cheese, not only did it look amazing it tasted quite good.
My sister and mother split the most interesting pizza I've ever heard of.
It started with a cream sauce and contained mozzerella, parmesean and gorganzola. Then on top it had pears and grapes!
Suprisingly delicious!
I had mushroom ravioli with a mushroom cream sauce. Now, if there's one thing that the French do have it's mushrooms.

After dinner we wandered over to another island that is famous for it's ice cream. Before finding an ice cream store we went to a cheese shop. And we definently need one of those close to home.
Anyways, we found a place and I most definently recommend chocolate over anything else. This ice cream tasted like you were eating a bar of chocolate, not chocolate ice cream.

On our way back to the appartment we passed Notre Dame and a really old beautiful hotel.

After reaching the appartment we had some of last night's cheese, pears and apples.

Fulfilling day, and I still don't know how the French are so skinny.

... the crépes were not that good.

:tear:

Maybe tomorrow we'll buy from a better place.


Anyways, this whole time zone thing is freaking me out. Because I'm about to go to bed because it's eleven at night, but at home it's two in the afternoon, but! Outside the window at the café down the street the party's just getting started!

I'm so confused.

For the last meal of the day we just had cheese, bagette, grapes, apple, pear and apricot.
Which reminds me, at lunch I had apricot juice and it tasted just like eating apricots.

But anyways... the cheese is amazing.
We had Colormmiers Président which was mild and soft, equivalent to a triple cream Brie.
We also had Maison Boursault Le Montagnard des Vosges, it has a slight orange tint and more flavor than the previously listed cheese. It has a runnier center and harder shell than the previous.

In a little bit hopefully my Aunt and I will be going out to grab another crépe, they are sooo good!!!

On another note, it's true.
Everyone here is skinnier, but I have no idea as to how.

It's raining!

But it's still really hot.

We checked one suitcase.
One suitcase out of seven.
O-N-E, ONE.

This suitcase made it into our plane. This suitcase was light, containing a few things. Mainly it's for bringing things home.

Anyways, when we get to New York the plane pulls in to Gate 38 our next flight leaves fro, Gate 40, that means that we have to walk past a bathroom to get to our plane to France.
Man! Everyone thinks, we should have checked all of our bags!

But no. After waiting at baggage retrevial for a half an hour it's discovered that our bag was the sole bag to get lost.
That bastard.

So, two days and eight hours since we took off from SanFran the baggage finally comes to the appartment.
Yeah for American Airlines!

I woke up later in the day, about ten-ish. My body is still trying to adjust I think.
Supposedly last night there was rain, thunder and lightning. But by the temperature, you can't tell and I didn't wake up to witness the storm.

We started off with France's Largest Flea Market (La Marche de Puce) and I bought jewelry. A cute necklace and a flower ring. I saw a stand full of the greatest rocker boots ever and one pair of boots that had a two feet tall platform with springs in the platform. To get to the Flea Market we boarded the Metro at Les Halles and travled to the end, whatever station that is.

Figuring out the Metro is nearly as difficult as figuring out the Subway in New York!

On the trip back we couldn't figure out how to exit Les Halles station which is one of the larger because it is very close the center of Paris (our apparment is two blocks away!) so we ended up in a shopping mall where I bought fishnet socks, fishnet gloves and cut-off black tights. Très chic.

For dinér we went to Bistrot Beaubog. I had a steak which was quite good, also the waiter was very attractive. He spoke English better than I could fake my French.

Then we wandered around the shops and I tried on a few pairs of shoes, I mostly know what size I am, but bein sùr I am between sizes. Mom and I ended up getting lost so decided to go back to the appartment. On our way we bumped into street performers doing French raps and American music, they had horns and drums, very sophisticated sound for the music! Lol.
Mom and I succeded in finding the rest of the family in the appartment but there is still no sign of the missing suitcase.

Scratch that last part!
I just looked out the window to the calling of my name to see my mother and sister in the street below, they brought the suitcase!

Anyways, that's the day so far!


Oh! And I recently discovered that the girl who's room this computer resides in likes anime!!!

... it's true.

3 Redheads
3 Times I changed
2 Trips on Metro
2 Crépes
21 Euros spent
19 Degrees Celcuis
1 Penis

and...
857547676 Hott guys
798643 Spelling errors on keyboard
37686 What appeared to be near car accidents


Apparently they drive very forcefully in Paris, but you rarely hear a horn or see road rage... they just like to drive really close to one another.
Also, the keyboard is different so I keep messing up and typing very slow, very very slow.
To explain the penis... a break dancing street performing singing an American song had very ripped pants that showed a little bit of everything, but he didn't mind and neither did anyone else, no harm done.

Oh, and a vast majority of the males here are attractive.
Mmm, yes.

And the keyboards here sure are different.
This may take a while to get used to!

But anyways... the trip got off to an awesome start with tons upon tons of hott Asian boys to oogle in the SanFran Airport.
The flights went well and we only checked one bag. On the way to New York we watched "Little Blue Butterfly" it ended up being a really cute slightly inspirational movie.
New York was simple we hopped out of the plane and our loading gate was next door.
When we got to France they had lost our bag and then we couldn't find our transportation.
However, all worked out in the end and we are happily in the appartment... it's gorgeous. Very hot though!

So, it's very early for me right now and I haven't really slept in the past forty-eight hours.
I couldn't seem to fall asleep on the plane.
:tear:

Anyways... We're off to find a créperié and other such yummies.

...chased down some jerks that were 4-wheeling on our property.

JERK-FACES!!!

Basically I caught them and got the license plate number and car.

Oh yeaaah.
Jerks got pwned (ohmed).




Oh yeah.
And two hours after we were supposed to leave.

And I'm leaving now.
France here I come!!!
I love you all!
TOOTLES!!!

Everything I'm bringing to France has to fit in my small suitcase.

EFF YOU!!!

I CAN'T FIT THAT ALL!
I CAN BARELY FIT MY SHOES AND BATHROOM SUPPLIES!!!

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Anyways, I'm waiting until the last minute to pack, can you tell?

...do dog training?

When I get back from France, as a side job I was thinking that I could do dog training and train families with their dogs.
Puppies and older dogs... I mean, making the world a better place one dog at a time?
It's a thought. I'd also have to have a real job though.
But the local lady... she charges $68 an hour.
JEEZUS!!!
I mean! WOW! I'd be happy with $30 an hour!

Anyways... it's a thought.

I'm leaving home in four hours!

...are Asians so hott?

I mean, seirously. They're attractive!
The vast majority I have seen and met are smart, attractive, funny, fit.
What more could you want?!

Ooh man.
I want.

And they sure can throw a fun Going Away party!

I'm going to miss them sooo much when in Paris! Hopefully I have a computer so I can ooh-la-la from there!

GO NON-AP'S TEAM!!!
YEAH!

It's hot outside, really hot.
One hundred plus degrees hot, and you're driving a fifteen year old car.
New air conditioning system, trying to make it up the hill at seventy-five.
The needle edges towards the "H".

When in doubt:
Go slower.
Turn off the airconditioning.
Get off the freeway.
Turn off the car.
CALL DAD!


Oh, PS:
Turn on the heater!

And I made it!

... and it was awesome!!!

Advice to future rafters:
WEAR SUNSCREEN!

Especially the tops of your knees and feet.
Also, if you have the chance to walk back and do the rapids again... DO IT!

"Apparently there's been a pillow dispute."


"Dinner! You know what happens after dinner?"
"More chicken!!!"


"If the tip of the pentagon points towards the White House the President must be Satan!"


"How come all the old people get to rule?"


"I was trying to squeeze you! Didn't you feel it?"


So I'm channel surfing and I choose a program called "Bosnia" because Bryan has a story titled: "Bosnia-Man." Anyways, I choose the channel and the first thing that pops up on the screen is: "Forty percent of middle-aged men have erectile disfunction."
We decided not to watch the Bosnia program.

Life lessons are less of lessons and more of, things to keep in mind and remember. Or just something I think other's should know.


Today's is:
The sixth gear on the garden tractor may not seem very fast until you have a whole load of wood and you're going down the hill.
Then it's quite quick.

...that the more 'dirty' you become, the more you seek cleanliness?


The past four days I've cleaned my room, bathroom, bath tub, car, my mother's car and spent about six hours clearing brush in the fields.


Help?

...ever like a boy who writes.
They use big words and don't tell you what they mean.

Same goes for musicians.
Except for the big words, instead, they use "metaphors" and don't tell you what they mean.


The only safe bets when it comes to males is science happy boys, those obsessed with math, men who want to be doctors, technicians, mechanics, chefs or lawyers.

Otherwise, you are so screwed.