the term blogging still surfaces middle school memories for me. myspace, flares, braces. But i thought my life finally got interesting enough where my friends and family would want to keep up with it. also this is so i dont have to tell the same story 12 times

if you're reading this, you probably know me well enough to know my middle name and can laugh at my attempt to embrace it .

Entry Two


: Paris Makes Me Want to Do Bad Things


I have the most free time and least amount of responsibility I probably  ever will In my lifetime. I quickly made note of this and decided in order for there to be growth – there needs to be discipline! 2+2=4.  However, Paris – be it in the water or tea, I have said no to very little. It has put a spell on me. 

Paris, you have bewitched me body and soul.

And  have lead me to want to

1.     Smoke a lot of cigarettes.  Something I not only think is disgusting but not even an option for a life choice. In fact I think its suicide for procrastinators but STILL! its a natural part of the day for Parisians. Go to the bathroom, drink coffee, smoke, drink coffee, breathe, go to the bathroom, smoke.eat.smoke sleep smoke. drink.

2.    Wear red lipstick. It doesn’t matter if you’re running to la poste or to the club.  Parisians rock it. All the time. In fact it may be safe to say women wear rouge more than bras (see 4)

3.     Skip dinner. Head straight for the dessert menu.  French sweets are explosions of paradise in your mouth. I have yet to say no to it. The family takes us out very often too. This is dangerous.

4.  Not wear a bra. Which is funny because there is kind of an unspoken law among American girls: If you’re an A or a perky B you’re probably ok to leave the straps at home but here it really doesn’t matter how high or wide they’re chillen. Apparently it’s not weird for occasional nip action.  I teeter in a b or c so this is also dangerous. Perhaps if I start smoking I will regress and also get to join in on this one.

5.    Not smile.  I read somewhere that Parisians do this, I rolled my eyes but then I got here and realized: its true. Heres why: Parisians don’t like anything.   Smiling says your’re easy. Or easily amused- and which one is worse? we can’t have that.

6.   Drink champagne. Valerie only drinks champagne. So when we are out , anytime of the day, which is often as I said and its offered to me- I of course say yes.  EXPENSIVE CHAMPAGNE IN FRANCE THAT IM NOT PAYING FOR? Of course I will say yes. Everytime.