3 Days ago:
It's been a glorious month back home. Sitting at my kitchen table after having just devoured Season 2 of How I Met Your Mother. Also watched insane amounts of Bollywood since I renewed my Netflix membership...which will be cancelled as soon as I finish packing. I head back to Paris in 2 days. This time feels entirely different. I haven't packed yet. I haven't really registered the fact that I'm going back. It seems kind of normal though. And 4 months really isn't as long as it seems. Before I know it, I'll be back home in South Windsor and then...who knows? Anybody have an internship for me?
Today:
Got back yesterday morning, slept for 8 hours, came home to no comforter because the cats have figured out how to levitate up ladders and into my loft bed and they obviously think it's hilarious to poop in beds. Attempted to wake up early and go running. Didn't happen. Got credits for my phone, walked to BNP and realized that I don't have the pin number for my new BofA card because it was mailed home...also realized that I didn't lose my original card...it was in my suitcase the entire time...apparently I used another credit card to buy drinks. I'm 21 and I already can't keep track of which credit card I use when. I'm moving to Zimbabwe or Pakistan...or North Dakota...do they use credit cards there?
Left my metro card at home, so I've been jumping turnstiles all day. Decided to cut back my spending so I skipped the post-lunch coffee. Then I met up with other friends and we went out for coffee...why do I even bother? I've spent today what I spent the entire month back home. Also walked more today than I walked the entire month back home...
As soon as I got here, I felt infirm...not entirely sure that's a word in english...and Isabelle gave me some L52. It's this little bottle of miracles. You put like 20 drops in a glass of water. It's made of eucalyptus and some other things. It says étanol on the bottle...are humans supposed to ingest that? Annnyyways...this stuff literally cures anything. It's like HEY IMMUNE SYSTEM. So now I'm not sick. And now I'm going to nap and go out because I'm not going to be the least bit tired until 5am.
I also was standing on the metro and this cute old lady was sitting in the fold out chairs and this annoying woman came on to play her little radio and sing a song. She was blasting her speaker in my face so of course I was like "pfff" and the old lady looked at me and grinned. SOMEBODY SMILED AT ME IN PUBLIC.
Now, going to put on about a ton of mascara and eyeliner out to my ears (whaddup cat-eyezz) and go have a classy dinner of...probably a baguette and some camembert. I accept personal checks and money orders and any currency.
OH ALSO it's soldes/sales season in Paris. People keep saying something about the government being involved in the sales. I went to H&M and literally almost peed myself the prices were so cheap. No wonder people here have money to spend on so much cafe-time...something I'd pay like 50$ for at home is like...10 euro in the store. It also really bugs me that I don't have a euro symbol on my keyboard.
It's been a glorious month back home. Sitting at my kitchen table after having just devoured Season 2 of How I Met Your Mother. Also watched insane amounts of Bollywood since I renewed my Netflix membership...which will be cancelled as soon as I finish packing. I head back to Paris in 2 days. This time feels entirely different. I haven't packed yet. I haven't really registered the fact that I'm going back. It seems kind of normal though. And 4 months really isn't as long as it seems. Before I know it, I'll be back home in South Windsor and then...who knows? Anybody have an internship for me?
Today:
Got back yesterday morning, slept for 8 hours, came home to no comforter because the cats have figured out how to levitate up ladders and into my loft bed and they obviously think it's hilarious to poop in beds. Attempted to wake up early and go running. Didn't happen. Got credits for my phone, walked to BNP and realized that I don't have the pin number for my new BofA card because it was mailed home...also realized that I didn't lose my original card...it was in my suitcase the entire time...apparently I used another credit card to buy drinks. I'm 21 and I already can't keep track of which credit card I use when. I'm moving to Zimbabwe or Pakistan...or North Dakota...do they use credit cards there?
Left my metro card at home, so I've been jumping turnstiles all day. Decided to cut back my spending so I skipped the post-lunch coffee. Then I met up with other friends and we went out for coffee...why do I even bother? I've spent today what I spent the entire month back home. Also walked more today than I walked the entire month back home...
As soon as I got here, I felt infirm...not entirely sure that's a word in english...and Isabelle gave me some L52. It's this little bottle of miracles. You put like 20 drops in a glass of water. It's made of eucalyptus and some other things. It says étanol on the bottle...are humans supposed to ingest that? Annnyyways...this stuff literally cures anything. It's like HEY IMMUNE SYSTEM. So now I'm not sick. And now I'm going to nap and go out because I'm not going to be the least bit tired until 5am.
I also was standing on the metro and this cute old lady was sitting in the fold out chairs and this annoying woman came on to play her little radio and sing a song. She was blasting her speaker in my face so of course I was like "pfff" and the old lady looked at me and grinned. SOMEBODY SMILED AT ME IN PUBLIC.
Now, going to put on about a ton of mascara and eyeliner out to my ears (whaddup cat-eyezz) and go have a classy dinner of...probably a baguette and some camembert. I accept personal checks and money orders and any currency.
OH ALSO it's soldes/sales season in Paris. People keep saying something about the government being involved in the sales. I went to H&M and literally almost peed myself the prices were so cheap. No wonder people here have money to spend on so much cafe-time...something I'd pay like 50$ for at home is like...10 euro in the store. It also really bugs me that I don't have a euro symbol on my keyboard.
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