Met up with my gorgeous girl Cary and "studied" at Starbucks on avenue Saint-Michel. Studying became a two hour convo about men instead. Both having dealt with or dealing with long-distance relationships we have a lot in common... Our discussion ended with agreeing that long-distance completely Sucks and doesn't work...
The quote of the day is:
"French men are like baguettes, delicious at first but get stale quickly"
(Cary Kinder) hahah!
Eating lunch at the Pantheon in the sun feeling incredibly satisfied with life!
Unexpected passers-by... A pleasant surprise!
How is this for a daily view on the way to school?
I ain't complaining!
Until this point. It is now time for me to get out my aggressions....
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
I don't mind living a bit further out from Paris, it's quite nice to have a lot of space and everything closer and a bit cheaper than in the center and the house is newly renovated. BUT...
The bus home, in the rush hours, takes between an hour and one and a half. Normally it takes 20-25 min. I guess I could walk the distance, but in the evening it gets a bit cold and being in Paris I enjoy wearing high-heals! The bus doesn't only take forever, the driver's, uh kill me, a change of driver takes fucking 15 min! If the driver is even on time! Today we were waiting for the next driver for 10 min and then they had to have a chat and smoke you know... FOR FUCK SAKE! So you can understand that Madeleine and I are a bit feisty when we (finally) come home... And lately our heater hasn't worked. Actually it rarely works, it enjoys making loud bubbling noises though, yes, it's very relaxing...... NAAAT!
Tonight Madeleine was a bit aggravated and wanted to make pancakes. Firstly we don't have measurements so we just improvise... Secondly, the (only) bowl was busy, so she took a glass fruit bowl... Thirdly, we don't have a whisk... So she used a fork... Finally, ready to make the pancakes she turns on the stove and two minutes later the stove breaks. It just stops working and hasn't started working since... The luck...
Being a student I have decided to start living like one, i.e not going to the hair saloon to colour my hair. Me and Madeleine bought colours yesterday and I decided to fix my hair today... I look in the mirror after washing it out, anxious about it first looking purple, then red but not to worry, it looks fucking ORANGE!! Not knowing whether to cry or to laugh Madeleine tries to comfort me and tells me to dry it and see and luckily it doesn't look too bad... Red in the bottom and chocolate (the way it should look) in the rest... Uh. Shoot me.
Goodnight. I hope I wake up to a beautiful day again tomorrow. Please...
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