Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Venice!

I went to Venice this weekend, and it was fantastic. Here are some of the pictures I took in an attempt to be artsy. Enjoy. 









Bisous! 

Friday, February 21, 2014

I hate Versailles

Did you know that I hate Versailles?

My mom said it was at the top of her list and so, of course, I took her. It was crowded, but there were hot chocolates and macaroons involved, so all was eventually well.


noir de monde


room of mirrors selfie

I promise I have better photos, but you know, still in the process of organizing my life since my mother left. Up until last night I couldn't see the floor of my room. I'm not exaggerating, it was that messy. So I look forward to giving you more photos of the insane amounts of Paris my mom and I explored together. And thanks mom, for being so great and up for anything. 

xx

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

To Sophia and Dave, I wish you the best

I think that public engagements are cheap. I'm certain that CSI is closer to reality than the notebook and I believe that putting locks on bridges is cheesy. However, if you go to enough effort to get a lock specially made for you and your sweetheart (used sarcastically, bien sur), then you deserve some publicity.



So Sophia and Dave, I hope the odds are, in fact, ever in your favor and you don't end up poor and divorced or worse yet, miserably married.

Now, I am fairly proud of few things in this life. First and foremost is the lovely marine I raised. Secondly, there is this photo. It's kind of beautiful. And see that blurriness of the lower locks? As artistically inspired as the statue of David.

For those of you that don't know, my mom fulfilled a dream I had for almost six months (longer than the average american's relationship) and got me the most beautiful camera for my birthday. I've taken it out a bunch of times and preded some amazing photos (if I do say so myself) and I can't wait to show them to you. Once I figure out how to organize them and all of that.

I finally went to fnac today and got the tool necessary to put photos on my computer (uh, the guy told me I spoke great french and I don't even think he was hitting on me), so you will be seeing a lot more visuals up in here.

Sorry about the intense pessimism today, but I did tell you last time that I was feeling like myself again, so consider this a welcome back to my dark and twisted mind.

xx


Monday, February 17, 2014

When your mom comes to visit

I keep telling my mom that I have seen more of Paris in the last six days with her than I have in the last six months. Which is true. So far we have explored the Jardin des Plantes, Luxembourg gardens, Tuileries, Musée d'Orsay, Louvre, Versailles, Chartres, the tour eiffel, Notre Dame, Shakespeare and Co, the crypt of Notre Dame, the towers of Notre Dame, L'orangerie, Sacre Coeur/Montmartre, the Latin Quarter (lots of falafel) of course, my stomping grounds (île Saint Louis, the Maurais). I feel like such a tourist. It's a nice change though, considering my life in Paris is mainly occupied by sleep, school, running and chocolate.

Judy on the metro (lolz)

Eiffel Tower Climb










My faves


I don't want my mom to leave. It's too nice having her here. She has sort of reignited my spark for Paris. Not that it really went out, but it was wavering for a while. Towards the end of December and through January I didn't feel quite right. It was almost the six month mark and can I tell you that it's hard to be away from home for extended periods of time? Well, I just did. I've had my ups and downs here, but I feel like this is an all time high point and I'm excited for the new semester.

Monday, February 10, 2014

What I want, besides love and happiness and all that jazz

Today was one of the most unhealthy and exhausting days that I can remember. For breakfast I had a piece of white bread. Lunch was mcdonalds (for the first time in many years, and it was gross), and dinner was more white bread with olive oil. I feel sick.


via madewell's tumblr

We went to Disneyland today because my lovely friend Maria has a season pass and was able to get us really, really cheap tickets. Maria knows everything about Disney. She's so goddamn knowledgeable. I found myself thinking today that I wish I had one thing in this world that I was as good at as with Maria and Disney. But that's a pipe dream, because Maria knows everything about Disney. And she's also hilarious.

And I was just thinking today, about a lot of things. About how I want to be good at something like Maria is, and I want to be insanely smart like my ex boyfriend Spenser, and I want to be hilarious like my mother and father combined. I want to be gorgeous and thin and really charming. I want to be as classy and stylish as my grandmother Nanny and as lovable and open as my grandmother Mimi. I want to be mature but not too serious and intelligent but not condescending. I want to be a great listener and an incredible friend.

But all I think about is where I'm going next (New York) and what my life will look like in a few years (there will be school, a great job, a greater wardrobe, and a new city). And I just can't bring myself to believe that the person described in the paragraph above is already planning an escape from such a lovely life in Paris, the life that she's always wished for. I mean, why the hell is she already wanting to move on? Such is the most painful form of restlessness. There's just this horridly large gap between what I want, who I want to be and what I have, who I am. Since I'm 21, I'm sort of hoping that I still have time to figure things out. But based on my experience with other humans, I'd be lucky to attain just one quality on the list. Let's hope it's the humor, because how else am I expected to survive?


Sunday, February 9, 2014

Chocolate, Waffles, and Fries

In that order.

Our digs











Grand Place

Chocolate factory

Chocolate factory tour



Wine teeth, they're hereditary 


For a steady 15 years I trained. Starting on Friday mornings, my mom would make Nick and I something special for breakfast. I remember specifically cinnamon rolls and mini pancakes. You know, all of that incredibly addictive food that Michelle Obama has rallied the troops against. Saturday was French Toast. Always, always, always, French Toast prepared by my mother, the master. And there were stacks of it, loaves of bread soaked and fried and delivered immediately to our plates. Hours of chatting and pounds of butter. And finally, Sunday. The day of rest. On sundays it was my dad's turn. He would make us waffles- nothing special, just bisquick. Nick liked his plain. But my dad and I had a specific preference. Right before putting the giant scoop of batter into the waffle iron, he would lay a piece of bacon down diagonally. After a tedious 4 minutes, there was a bacon waffle- let's call it a baffle (you know, bafflingly incredible and all that). The best part of a baffle is that you never quite know exactly when you're going to encounter that first bite of bacon. When you finally do, it's Christmas, your 21st birthday and a trip to Europe all at once. It was delicious and perfect and the best way to start a Sunday. Well the baffle and then 3 more.

So after many, many, years of 10,000 calorie weekends, I thought I was ready. It's always terrified a few people when they find out how much I can eat. It's a capability many wouldn't expect from me, one which I carry quite proudly. But I failed. I failed you mom, I failed you dad, I failed. Because I didn't finish that waffle.

Brussels was amazing. Surprisingly so. It reminded me a little bit of London and a little bit of Seattle. The architecture was incredibly beautiful, the people were nice, and it was just generally lovely. I met some friends from Florence and we stayed in a cute little apartment for a few days. We saw the peeing man statue, explored the Grand Place, visited a comic strip museum, and went on a tour of a chocolate factory (which was AMAZING!). I highly recommend a trip, even if it's just for a day. Also, Belgian waffles are like cake- they are not the same thing you get when you order a belgian waffle. They are literally like cake. And delicious, SO DELICIOUS.



Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Things I love

I am going to Brussels tomorrow, mainly for the chocolate, and to meet a few friends from florence. And then my mom comes on the 11th! I'm so excited :). Here are a few things to bring a little positivity to your days.





Sunday, February 2, 2014

Lately

I have to say, this weekend has been one of my very favorites in Paris. There was the party, which was awesome. And then last night we went to this really fun bar in Bastille. At one point, everyone in the room started singing this song and clapping and this guy stood up and started stripping. He got all the way down to his undies (which were way too small for him and covered in hearts) and then mooned us all. Personally, I was unimpressed. But, what are you going to do?

This morning we went to this cute little market and incredibly... it was completely sunny and beautiful. I had forgotten how lovely the sun is. It warmed my cold, black heart. 

Also, it may interest some of you to know that I started dressing like the 3 year old version of myself. For those of you who knew me at 3 years old, you know that I have nothing to be ashamed about, I was chic. The other day a little french girl that I babysit complimented me on my outfit, which I found very sweet. 

Also, I watched the documentary black fish about seaworld and killer whales and it was great. But it makes you hate seaworld, which is okay, because they are a soulless corporation and we should hate them. 






Sun!!

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Progress not Perfection

This week was pretty wonderful. It was full of typical parisian things and running. Last night I went to a party at Zoé's and it was really fun! I was so extremely happy to learn that I can hold a conversation in French. For those of you who read about my first experience at Zoé's party, you know how relieved I am. And also, proud of myself. One boy I was talking to couldn't believe that I have only been studying French for two years. And I could go up to strangers and have a conversation with them in French. Though I kept asking if I had a very strong accent and most people just started giggling. Whatever, you can't win 'em all.


What my weekend will probably look like


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