Glamourous and Edith Piaf

Interesting day.
I think my flat mates just had loud sex listening to Edith Piaf.
Seriously, I know we're in Paris but really? Edith Piaf? Don't get me wrong I love her but I'd never let her enter my bedroom.
I don't know if they had sex or if they were just singing, maybe both, either way, they totally raped rien de rien.
Je ne regrette de rien. Yes I do. Having this awful cacophony moaned into my memory!

Well, anything I write now won't be nearly as interesting. Who cares... What are blog entries (that's what it's called, thank you Micha) for if not... actually I never really got what a blog is relly for... Is it a public diary? Is it to let your friends and family know what you are up to? Is it to impress all the people you hope will read it? I think I will use it for all those reason, including the last one... It's a diary what's the point of not being honest? Although this doesn't sound too impressing I guess....

Moving on. Life in Paris... Truly glamourous! I share bathroom with four people, yeah the other two haven't arrived yet, but not to worry they come on monday. Great. Oh, and they are renovating the house, it's going to be amazing, but for the moment we have to live in a construction site. Oh yay, I have building dust all over my clothes.

Another glamourous fact is that I have eaten the same food for the last three days... Damn, rice and vegetables are good! I bet this is how the French women stay so skinny! They make you believe all they eat is baguettes with nutella and jam, big lunches and even bigger dinners that go on for ever with the cheese and the wine. I mean I gain 2 kg during one weekend of this insane food consumption. Logically France should be the country with the highest obesity rate. But they're not. And I bet it's because... they just eat rice and vegetables if they even eat at all... cheap. I don't do it to stay skinny though, hell no. I'm saving so I can drink a fluffy cappuccino and eat a delicious cake in a fancy french café in the middle of Paris!
It's all part of my budget. Oh yes I have a budget... Well I'm working on one... I will work on one as soon as I get my CSN money...

This entry just reeks of positivity. I promise that it will get better!
Now I shall sweep my way across hall and hope to find an empty bathroom!