Back to Montreal on Sunday

I'm so excited to come back to Montreal! Back to my family, Christmas cheer, my bathtub (oh how I miss my bathtub)! And back to the Canadian winter, but only for a week, which is about as much as anyone really needs. Here's what I have to look forward to:

You don't get this picture everyday.

Me, standing on the roof of Jared's building, with Notre Dame behind me.

Taking advantage of "free Sunday"

Right now it's 12:36am and I am just lying on my bed completely relaxed. I finished my presentation, I just wrote a test for my Roman, Cinema, Societe class, and I have no school tomorrow. Ahhh... Life is sweet. Matt just left a little while ago. He came over "to do homework," but we just ate some steak, got buzzed off Malibu and Coke (too sweet to get drunk with as I discovered), and looked at cute guys on MySpace (one of the most fun things to do with a gay friend is check out guys together).

This past Sunday was a "free Sunday," meaning that many of the sites and museums were free because it was the first Sunday of the month. I got to see the Musee D'Orsay for the first time this trip (I did go 8 years ago though). It was amazing! Overwhelming even. It was filled with some of the most famous Monets, Manets, Gaugins, Renoirs, Van Goghs, etc... Here are some examples:

Manet

Monet

Many Van Goghs

Cezanne

Renoir

I don't know who did this one, but she looks tres sexy with that cigarette, no?

I also don't know who did this sculpture, but you've gotta appreciate that this photo rocks!

Degas

Afterwards I got to check out Sainte-Chapelle, a church built in the 1200s by Louis IX to hold Jesus' crown of thorns (he actually paid more for the crown than to build the church!) It has some of the most magnificent stained-glass windows in the world.

The famous rose window of Ste-Chapelle which, according to my guide, depicts the Apocalypse.

And then we headed to the Conciergerie, which used to be a prison. During the Revolution they held prisioners here before sending them to be guillotined at Place de la Concorde (Marie-Antionette was held here).

That's about all for now! I'm going to hit the shower and get some shut eye.

School.Art.Hair.

I finally did my presentation on Hogarth this morning. I was so nervous last night, I stayed up till 2am preparing and I couldn't fall asleep until 3:30am. Nonetheless, I got my ass to school for 9am and did the damn thing and, apparently, I kicked it's ass. The teacher said I did a really good job (and my French is impeccable??? Except for remember whether a noun is masculine or feminine, which she understands). So I think I'll get a good mark on that one. Yay!!!!

I felt so good about that, I decided to be cultural tonight and go see an art exhibit all by my lonesome. I wound up checking out Allemagne: les annees noires, which was showing German works from the first world war by artists like Otto Dix and Max Beckmann. Some of my favourite works were Dix's prints from his collection Der Krieg (War). Here's some examples of the works:

Otto Dix, Wounded Soldier, 1924 (etching & aquatint)

George Grosz, Soldiers Charging, 1927

Other than that, the other big thing is that I got a hair cut! I had Alan's cute hairdresser, Christophe, do it. He was really nice and I think he did a good job. I love it when they cut a lot of hair off and your head feels so much lighter.

Old hair: New hair:
Just don't ask me why I'm posing like such a goofball.

Erin Stickney

As promised, here is a video of my friend Erin belly dancing in front of the crowds at Sacre Coeur.

Stressed and lazy

My big expose for my art history class is on Friday morning, and despite all the work I have to do to prepare for it, I am sitting at home surfing the net and not working. But alas, I finally have the internet back!

So what is new with me, you ask?
Well, a few weeks ago I went to this awesome museum called the Musee Guimet. It was filled with all this awesome Oriental art.

I also found these cool plants that bear my name, so I took a picture:

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I've been hanging out with my friend Matt a lot. He kinda lived with me for a week during the worst part of the metro strike because I am a lot closer to work/school for him. We usually have fun together, but we has a bit of a fight the other day 'cause I was being a bitch in the morning. It was 9am and he was still sleeping, but I decided that I was awake and wanted to listen to youtube videos of electric guitar nonesense. Obviously he got pissed off, but we made up today. Sometimes I don't know why I do thoughless things like that. Anyhow, here is a picture of Matt and I where we look really high.

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My friend Erin and her visiting friend Samara did some belly dancing in front of Sacre Coeur which was really awesome. There is a youtube video that I will put up as soon as Erin uploads it.

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And that's basically it! Otherwise I'm just dealing with the strike. The metros and trams are at about 50% of traffic, so I have to cram myself onto those damn things which is pretty uncomfortable. But it beats walking the whole way, right?

quelquefois c'est de la merde

Sometimes living in Paris is really, really fucking frustrating. Some examples:

1. I lost my monthly metro pass (my "carte orange") two days after I bought it. It wasn't even my fault; the stupid plastic holder they gave me for it broke and it just fell out. Despite still having the receipt, they refused to give me a new one. "I'm sorry madame, but it is like an article of clothing. If you lose it and have the receipt, they still cannot give you a new one." Well, actually it's a stupid peice of paper, not an article of clothing. So now I'm out 53 euros. But I just got a new yearly student card, and hopefully I'll be reimbursed for it 50% (cause I live in the suburbs, and the conseil general of my area gives a reimbursement).
2. Stupid metro stikes (the second one I've seen so far) are screwing up my life, and the life or every other Parisien for that matter. They are on strike cause Sarkozy wants to get rid of the special early retirement priviledges those unions receive. It's so stupid. So now I have to walk to school (which is about 45 minutes to an hour, not nearly as bad as it could be). My friend Matt is even living with me for the moment 'cause my apartment is much more stragically located to his school and job (plus I feed him).
3. My internet still isn't working. But some guy is supposed to come on Monday to fix the messed up telephone line, and hopefully it will all be better then. I'll have internet, telephone, and even TV! (they are all connected to the telephone line with the service I have).
4. I have an expose on Friday the 23rd. 30 minutes, in French, in front of French students, on William Hogarth (an 18th c English painter and engraver). I am just scared about that. I will let you all know how it goes afterwards.
5. The other day I had to go to 5 different libraries to find one book. Each library just kept telling me that it was at another address. I eventually ended up at the Musee Central de Louvre, which is more for museum curators and students if they have a teacher's note. It wasn't a big library, as I believe there are a few different small libraries at the Louvre, but it was cool that I somehow got myself in. Yay! And I got to discover a bunch of new libraries, like the INHA (Insitut National de l'Histoire de l'Art) which was a really magnificent oval-shaped library that I wasn't allowed to go into but was really cool looking anyways.

So I'm not really angry at France. I just needed to get those few things off my chest. And today is the 15th of novembre, when the Nouvelle Beaujolais comes out! So I plan to drink some excellent wine tonight!

I'm loving it?

So my internet isn't working anymore. I am sooo frustrated about that. Right now I'm in a McDonald's, 'cause they have free internet. Yes, McDonald's, in freaking Paris. Sad.

Anyways, things have otherwise been going alright. I have this 30-minute presentation in 2 weeks that I am mildly panicked about, but it'll be OK (I hope). My parents came to visit, which was really nice. They bought me an expensive Burberry winter coat, which will be useful when it gets cold here, and even more useful when I return to the Great White North. They also took me for a belated birthday dinner at this small fancy restaurant called Paul Chene, where I had mushrooms, hare, and crepes Suzette. Yum! And other than that, I've been hanging out with my friends.

And, to leave you with a bit of mystery, here is a picture of me with a handsome man.

Thoughts from September 27 to October 8, 2007

Thursday, September 27, 2007

A summary of my life since arriving in Paris:

(1) Arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport after long, long, flight. Was greeting by my Tante Nicole, who gave Sebastian and I RER (train) tickets and pointed us towards the Cité Universitaire where we would be living for the first ten days. Seb and I lugged our heavy, cumbersome luggage to the Maison des Etudiants Canadiens and got settled in our rooms. I felt like shit, but after a nap and a shower I went to find Seb who was with Matt and Erin who were chilling with some wine. That’s how I came to meet my present group of friends.

My room at the Canadian House

(2) The first few days we did a lot of walking around Paris, eating out at random restaurants, and drinking cheap red wine. I got the chance to visit the Musée Rodin, go on a boat tour of the Seine, and explore Paris. A lot of the outings were planned by MICEFA.

Me sightseeing

(3) The intensive French class has already finished. I was originally placed in the intermediate strong class, but a few of us found it way too easy so we quickly switched into the advanced class. It was alright; I learned some things. The best part is that I get school credits for it!

(4) I went through the trials and tribulations of finding a place to live. I thought it would be easier that it was, but I am happy to be where I am now, in my little apartment in Gentilly.
Now to get to more recent events. Last night I threw a little dinner party with Alan, Erin, and Jared. I made a whole chicken, potatoes, and salad and we had some chocolate cake I bought at a local bakery for dessert. We had a lot of fun and very squished. You see, I only have three chairs, so we had to double up a bit. As it turns out Erin didn’t go to Spain like I thought she had because she got a stomach flu.

The conversation at the party turned to the dark side of living in Paris. Specifically, the negative experiences Alan and I both had the metro today. Alan got hit by a man running the catch the métro, getting thrown against the side of the métro car and falling to the ground, unconscious and bleeding. And no one helped him. No one helped him up. No one asked him if he was ok. Not the guy who hit him, nor anyone else who was there. He was lying on the ground bleeding for God’s sake. It’s truly scary to think that I live in a city where you could get seriously hurt and not even a decent pedestrian will lend a hand. My bad experience occurred in a crowded métro car where this old man started rubbing into me. I was freaking out internally because I couldn’t move anywhere and he was doing it harder and harder. He wasn’t even looking at me or anything; he was just staring off in another direction while driving his crotch into my thigh. Well, when the métro stopped a few people got off and I took the opportunity to move as far away from him as possible. I wasn’t too shaken by the incident, as it’s something that happens everyday I’m sure, but I still had the gross feeling of old man dick on my leg for most of the day. Yuck.

October 1, 2007

So I have a head cold. Which means that I’m all congested and feel like crap in general. Luckily I went to a pharmacy and got some nasal spray and pills that have like speed or something in them and I feel much better now. I thought today was going to be the first day of classes, but as it turns out my French cinema and literature class starts next week, as do all my art history classes. The art history course guide I got said that classes begin on October 1st; I only found out that they actually begin next week when I went to the building and overheard that because of construction, lectures would be starting on the 8th. I don’t know how I was supposed to know that without making that trip.

So how did I get sick, you ask? Well, I believe I caught a virus from Matt, who I saw on Saturday when he, Erin, and I went to see the broadway musical Cabaret. I’d seen the Liza Minelli film adaptation several years ago, and the stage production was quite different. It was all in French, of course, but I understood most of it (probably because I had seen the movie). Erin was drooling over the gorgeous female dancers who were wearing nothing but negligés and garters for the whole play, while Matt was smitten with the homoerotic emcee. I loved it the whole production, and I love that I did something very cultural and cool with two people I like hanging out with. One downside to the evening: my beautiful new black patent-leather, stacked-heel five-inch high pumps nearly killed me. They are what I like to call taxi shoes (ie. not meant for walking).

Here is a number from Cabaret performed on a French TV show.

On Sunday I went to an exhibit with Sebastian called Bêtes et Hommes. I’d seen the exhibit advertised all over the métro stations and whatnot, so I decided that since there’s nothing else to do on Sundays, why not check it out. The exhibit was...weird. I think the language barrier prevented me from really understanding what the organizers were trying to communicate. There were televisions playing skits about Darwin using puppets. There were cages of animals like crows, vultures, iguanas, and otters. There were strange art installations: an octopus with diamonds surrounded by ghosts, a grizzly bear humping a polar bear, a series of photographes depicting a blind woman going throught the day with her seeing-eye dog. There was scientific stuff, modern arty stuff, funny stuff, serious stuff, informative stuff. For me, the fact that there were so many different, seeming unrelated things shown at the exhibit that made it confusing for me. However, it was interesting and a fun way to kill time on a Sunday. The downside (there’s always a downside) is that that’s when I started to feel sick. Which brings us back to today. Fucking head cold. Could be worse though. Apparently everyone’s sick these days and it’s not like I’m in the hospital or anything.

October 3, 2007

Yesterday, which was a Tuesday, I neither had any classes nor anythng else to do. Tuesday being a day that most of the museums and galleries are closed, being cultural was out of the question. So I decided to do my laundry and see a movie. I’ll spare you the details of me doing the laundry except to mention that I don’t have a washing machine at my place so I have to go to the laundromat that this fortunately very close to me. The movie I decided to see was Goya’s Ghosts (Les fantômes de Goya) which was playing in English with French subtitles. It’s a movie I’ve been wanting to see for a while because not only does it star Natalie Portman, who I love, it’s also about the Spanish painter Goya, who I also love. The story is about Spain during a very tumultuous time in its history when they had the Inquisition, then the French Revolution come in, and then the return of the monarchy. Portman plays one of Goya’s models who gets taken by the Inquisition only to be tortured, raped, and kept in a dungeon for 15 years. It was a heartbreaking film, but I’m glad I saw it because I knew little to nothing of Spain’s history and Goya’s place in it beforehand, and I love learning history while being entertained. As a side note, the theatre I went to was fantastic: no ads, no previews, pitch-black, and cheap tickets.

Today I finally had a class. It’s a MICEFA class called “Grammaire du texte” that is about grammar, analyzing sentences, and understanding texts. I don’t know if it will turn out to be the most fascinating course in the world, but I know that it will be helpful because I still don’t understand a lot of the stuff I read. It’s frustrating when you read a sentence and even though you know what each word means, you still don’t get what the sentence really says. I hope this course will help with that and also help me with my written French. I think the best part of the class, other than the fact that most of my friends are in it with me (Matt, Erin, Alan, Seb) is that it’s being held at the Sorbonne, which is a very famous school in French that was established about 700 years ago. The classroom itself is a small library, although the bookshelves are all empty now. I love having classes in these ancient, beautiful buildings. It’s a refreshing change from Waterloo.

October 8, 2007

I’m twenty-three (23) years old. Does that mean I’m in my mid-twenties? Am I still a kid? 23 is overall a fairly unaventful birthday; you can’t do anything new like drinking, driving, smoking, or voting. But in my mind it seems like a scarily big number. I don’t think that I’m old at all, but as the numbers mount, the more it seems like I should be a real adult. And that’s something I don’t feel like at all.

Today was the first day I had art history classes at the Sorbonne. Real art history, in French, with real French art history students. It was pretty intense, I will tell you. I could understand maybe about 50% of what they were saying, but the other 50% was the important stuff. “A blazchmba is a type of ceiling where the arches of the roof come together in a gzbleh.” This is what the entire class sounded like to me. But the teacher was nice, and the other students seem nice too. They all were willing to help me and give me some advice and whatnot. All wished me “Bon courage” too, which is a friendly but cryptic thing to be wished. Does studying art history really take a lot of courage??

Now to describe this past weekend, my birthday weekend!

Saturday: Me and some other MICEFA students went to meet some French telecommunications students to speak English with them. I was paired with a guy named Styven who was from Gabon, Africa. He was very nice, but from my converstion with him I got the vibe that he wanted to marry me and get me knocked up. I got this impression from some of the questions/comments he made to me during our time together (in this order, but not all at once):

• Do you have any children?
• Are you married?
• Do you have a boyfriend?
• I find you very beautiful.
• If we had children, they would be a nice colour.
• Do you want to have children?
• How many children do you want to have?
• When I graduate, I want to get a woman and have children.

Anyways, like I said he was very nice and he wasn’t coming on to me (even though it seems like it from what I wrote). He just asked really odd questions, in my opinion, for someone you just met.

Saturday evening was Nuit Blanche, a night when all the metro lines are supposed to be open all night and there are cultural events throught the night all over Paris. However, because metro workers would strike if ever forced to work all night (it’s just once a year guys), only one line was open. Line 14, which is apparently completely automated. The night started with everyone watching the rugby game between France and New Zealand which no one thought France would win (if you know rugby you know the NZ All Blacks are the best team in the world). Against all odds, however, France fucking won! The entire city was going nuts! You could hear everyone cheer simultaneously, it was an awesome celebratory atmosphere. I was looking forward to seeing some of the outdoor art exhibits that had been set up at sights along line 14. But Alan and Matt took me to a bar in the Marais (a beautiful part of town that is currently the gay/Orthodox Jewish district). The bar wasn’t completely gay though, and I wound up getting quite a lot of practice on my French flirting skills (one handsome guy came up and whispered something about my eyes and gave me a little peck, so I know my flirting skills are improving). After one long island ice tea too many, the three of us wobbled home to Alan’s place to crash.

Matt, Alan, and I drunk on Nuit Blanche in front of Notre Dame

Sunday: I met up with Sebastian and Nick to check out some of the museums that are free on the first Sunday of the month. It was a gorgeous day, sunny and warm and blue skies. What a wonderful day for a birthday! The three of us went to the Musée Rodin and the Musée de Moyen Age. They were also being super-nice to me ‘cause it was my birthday, telling me I could do what I want. I threw a little party at my place afterwards with Seb, Nick, Erin, Jared, Matt and Alan. We had a lot of fun eating Chinese food, drinking wine/champagne, and playing charades. The running joke during charades was hump Sebastian, much to Seb’s sexual confusion. All my friends sang “Happy Birthday” to me in different languages all simultaneously (English, French, German, Italian, Spanish and Cantonese). Erin videotaped it so hopefully I’ll be able to post the video. Another highlight, Jared gave me a lapdance as a birthday present. It was awkward. But funny. I’ll take awkward but funny. At least I wasn’t Sebastian with people humping me all night.

I will leave a few more insights into living in Paris:

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to eat a loaf of Wonder bread again. I’m all about the bakery with hot-out-of-the-oven baguette now.

I’ve never been hit on more in my life since I’ve been here. Although it’s rarely with men I find attractive. Men here are more open with flirting. I’ve had a guy stop his motorcycle just to chat me up.

There is indeed quite a bit of dog poop on the sidewalks. I haven’t stepped in any yet (knocks on wood).

They don’t have any processed cheese nor blocks of orange cheddar here that I’ve seen. Only the good stuff.

Thoughts from Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Living in Paris is more agreeable that I had predicted it would be. In fact, I’m enjoying it so much that I’m 99% sure that I will remain living here for the entire year. A four month stay really is too short; by the time I start to get fully acclimatized to life here it would already be time to leave. Also, in after a whole year I will probably become completely fluent in French. It may mean dropping out of co-op, but I’ve talked to my parents and they support my decision.

Finding an apartment was harder than I thought it would be. A lot of students live in chambres de bonnes which are what used to be the maids’ chambers at the tops of the old, chic buildings. The problem with them is that they are small, usually crappy, and have shared toilets (One of my friends shares a Turkish toilet, which is just a porceline hole in the ground). On the upside, they often have panoramic views of the city.

My apartment, on the other hand, is a cute little studio with a kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. At 18m2, it’s the biggest apartment of all my friends. However, it’s also outside Paris in the proche banlieue of Gentilly. It’s all newly renovated and I’m really quite happy here. I am a bit worried I’ll be lonely without a roommate, but once I get a TV and internet, it will be better.

Last night Sebastian came over for dinner. We had some cheese and peppered pork terrine on fresh baguette which we washed down with the red wine he brought. We then went out for sushi, which was not nearly as good as the sushi back home, and then we came back for more wine. I drank a bit too much and was pretty tipsy. Once he left I polished off the rest of the 2nd bottle and was pretty drunk. I had a very enjoyable candle-lit shower and then plopped into my bed (which is an IKEA click-clack being held up by books at the moment). I slept well from about 9pm until 3:30am, but then I woke up. Since then, I haven't been able to get back to sleep. It's 6:25am right now and I'm still awake! [Note: I’m revising this now at 8am, and I’m still up].

Interesting tidbits about Paris:

The café is a place where you can get a cup of coffee and read the morning paper, get hammered on beer while watching the rugby game, or have a gourmet meal. Usually those activities are conducted at different locations in Canada, but not here.

Mustard here is divine. It's spicy and flavourful and everything you would want a mustard to be. A lot of restaurants keep it on the table with the salt and pepper. I used to not like mustard, but I know realise that I just didn’t like that putrid yellow junk they call mustard back home. French mustard is my new favourite condiment.

Food, especially fries, is less salty here. I think it's just because North American food is over-salted.

Pharmacies can be found on every street corner. They aren’t the convienient vendors of sell personal hygeine products like Shopper’s Drug Mart is; they just have medicine and some over-priced beauty creams. I haven't yet worked out why the French need so many damned pharmacies.

In Paris, students have to sign up for classes in person. It's an archaic and frustrating process that would be easily remedied if the universities could discover the possibilities provided by the "internets."

School toilets usually don’t have seats on them. They are like a regular toilet where someone took the seat part off. It's fine because you'd probably squat anyways, but I thought it was noteworthy.

Canadian stores are open every day and they are open late. Here stores close for Sundays and they close earlier in the evening. This is also true of restaurants. What there is to do on a Sunday if you can't shop? Parisians either sleep in and relax at home (it's a good day to make a fancy dinner), they exercise (there are forests around the city, and the streets lining the Seine close Sundays for pedestrians and cyclists), or they go to museums which are often free on Sundays.

Wine is cheap here. This tidbit is pretty obvious, but I was only 14 the last time I was here and I just now noticing dirt-cheap it is. I don't know anything about wine, but Sebastian (whose father makes wine) told me that we can buy here for under €5 (about $7) would cost $50 at the LCBO. I've been to restaurants where the wine is cheaper than the water.

One of my earliest memories of Paris was from when I was a young girl, maybe eight or so, and I saw a couple making out on a bench, in broad daylight, near my granny's apartment. Having never seen people making out before, this made quite and impression on me. PDA is much more prominent in Paris. It's quite common to see couples kissing—eating each other’s faces, really—in public in this city. It's something that you would never see people doing in Canada (at least not without getting stared at dissaprovingly).

That's all the tidbits that came to mind for the moment. Now I thought it would be fun to give a little description of my friends in Paris (at least the ones I hang out with the most).

Matt and Alan

Matt Ray (23, Florida), speaks Italian (he lived there for a year), used to work at a fondue restaurant (he said he’d make us fondue one day), and is very energetic. He’s not only fun but he’s also someone here that I really trust, which is a hard thing to find in someone. Right now he is in Spain killing time until school starts.

Alan “Japanalan” Kawakai...something Hawaiian (25, California) is not, despite the nickname, Japanese. Well, he’s a ¼ Japanese. It’s just that the men on the métro try to pick him up, asking whether he’s Japanese or not. Japan must be "in" here. He always responds “yes” too! Anyways, he's a very cool guy who has an envy-inducing apartment in the middle of the city for which he pays pays only €500 per month for (damn him!). He always seems to know where cool stuff is happening, like a good party or something.

Erin (20, Louisiana) is a the most indie girl I know. She's beautiful and voluptuous like a pin-up girl from the 50's. I think she looks rather like Parker Posey. She has short, shaggy, coal-black hair that she occasionally sweeps up into a faux-hawk. She’s also a belly dancer who is searching for a half-decent dance studio in Paris (not easy). She's good to have around because French men find her charmante—which we suspect is a euphemism for "has big breasts"—and they give her free stuff.

Jared Leblanc (23, Louisiana) is someone Erin knew from back home. He’s incredibly handsome, but unfortunately he’s also gay. He’s so handsome that I know of three men who've asked him out since he got here a few short weeks ago. Right now he's dating a 34-year-old banker named Stephane (good name, right?) that he met on the métro. We're all jealous that Jared found his French sugar daddy, something the rest of us are still working on.

Lucas (29, Quebec) is a man we met while we were temporarily housed at the Maison des Etudiants Canadiens. He is good to hang out with because he teaches us a lot about the French language and culture, especially the rude and naughty stuff. After learning that I have French citizenship he also proposed marriage to me, trying to persuade me by saying "I [Lucas that is, not me] have a big penis." I figure I could do worse husband-wise, so Lucas if you’re reading this, if I'm 40 and still single I may just give you a call.

Seb and Nick

Sebastian "Man vs. Wild" Schmoranz (20, Waterloo) is the only person here I knew beforehand. I was so stressed out when I was boarding the plane to come here, but by coincidence he was on the same flight and his presence was such a relief to me (the drinks we had at the airport bar didn’t hurt either). I had always gotten the impression that he didn't like me as he had never made an effort to talk to me or hang out with me in Waterloo. But now that I'm here I find that we are indeed friends. Seb is a good guy to have around because he has a good sense of direction, knows a lot of interesting stuff, and is the token "man" of our group.

Nick (20, Waterloo) is another cool guy to hang out with. His distinctive trait is is very, very low voice. It drives the ladies to him like tornadoes to a trailer park. And did I mention that he's straight? All the straight men came from the Loo! Holla!

My birthday party

This is how I celebrated my 23rd birthday on October 7th. I threw a little party at my apartment and my friends sang Happy Birthday to me in different languages, simulateously. The attendees (and their respective languages) are: Matt (Italian), Sebastian (German), Erin (Spanish), Nick (French), Jared (English), and Alan (Mandarin/Thai).

In another internet café

I was just reading the comments from my last posting, and I hadn't realized that people were worrying whether I was alive! Yes, I am alive. To amend my last posting in which I said that I had taken 200 pictures, I checked the other day and I've actually taken closer to 400. I plan to get an account on Picassa or something and post them all, as I think this blog would explode if I put them all up here.

I finally have my classes all figured out (classes only began the first and second weeks of October). Here's what I'm taking, all of which are in French:

- Roman, Cinéma, Société: This is a course offered by MICEFA (the exchange program). The teacher is a nice, retired professor. Right now we are reading accounts from French soldiers from the first world war and watching war movies. It's alright, though war films and litterature aren't my thing really.

- Grammaire du texte: This is another MICEFA class. It's just straight-up French grammer and text analysis. I'm hoping this will help me with my reading comprehension and writing too. The best part about this class is that it takes place in the old Sorbonne building, which is a historical sight. You need to show your student card to a guard just to get in!

- Histoire de France: Yet another MICEFA class. It's about French history (duh) from the middle ages, through the French Revolutions and to today.

- L'art d'Egypte, Proche-Orient, et Islam: A first-year art history class at the Sorbonne Art and Architecture school (which looks like a castle, I'll have to post pictures). This class is good because there are other American students in it (yes, I'm grouping myself with the Americans. I'm in France and that's just how it it). Anyways, all us English-speaking students can help one another out.

- Goya: This is a third-year art history course that looks really fun so far. The reason I decided to take it was because I just saw Goya's Ghosts, which is a good a reason as any in my opinion. The teacher is very funny and sympathetic to foreign students. I have to do an oral presentation for this class too, but I'm not overly worried about it. The prof gave us a list of books which were split between French, Spanish, and English. Therefore, what I don't understand in class I can read up on in English!

So that's it for school. So far I understand almost everything the teachers say in the lectures. I hope that in a few months I will be able to express my self as well as I understand others.

Hmm, what else.... What am I doing other than school? I've been visting a lot of museums. I've been to the Louvre 3 times already (it's free for those under 26 on Friday nights). I've been going out to some cheap restaurants, especially the fabulous kebab places that you find all over here. I have people over for dinner. I went to a hooka bar once. I saw a few movies. Threw a few parties. That's pretty much it. What can I say, I'm doing the best I can to make the most of my time here. As I mentioned in my previous post, I've been keeping a little journal which I will post when I have internet at my apartment. I have more stuff in it about who my friends are here and what exactly I've been doing.

That's all I've got for now. Ciao!

In an internet café

In the latin quarter of Paris, right near La Sorbonne, the 700-year-old school where I happen to be taking Art History classes. I have 3 minutes left of internet access (2 Euros doesn't go far). I just want to let all my blog readers know that I am still alive and doing very well here in Paris. I am keeping a journal which I will post as soon as my apartment gets internet access. I've also taking over 100 (maybe 200?) photos which I will also post. Please accept my apologies on having neglected my blog.

Love,

Cute. Dancing. Robot.

Exams are over! And this video makes me happy. I also think my most loyal reader, Mary, will enjoy it. The song is so awesome! It's "I Turn My Camera On" by Spoon.

Enjoy!

Edit: The song is called "Don't you evah." It says so at the beginning of the song :S

Archie's New Look

I've been a fan of Archie comics for many, many years now, so I was very excited when I picked up one of the new comic books with the new drawing style they're trying out.

I like it! Perhaps because it's new, and Archie rarely has a lot of new stuff (for instance, this particular comic had about 2 new stories that I hadn't read before). Some notes about the new story line done in this more realistic style:

1. Veronica is dating a a-hole named Nick St.Clair. I personally always though Archie was enough of a dick as it was, seeing as he was always two-timing Betty and Veronica and never appreciating Betty enough. Anyhow, Nick is a "bad boy."

2. Betty and Veronica look more real and have cooler clothes, but still remain unrealistically mature-looking 16-year-olds.

3. And speaking of unrealistically mature-looking 16-year-olds, Archie is ripped. I mean, looking at the first picture you wouldn't have thought he was packing some Rambo-esq muscles, would you? It's all a little silly. Traditionally, Archie is more on the slim side.

Me as a Simpson's character

I finally had some success with the Simpsonize-me program and this is what it came up with. Truth be told, I had to tweak the image (you can change the features yourself once they do it) but I think it turned out pretty good.

Paris Je T'aime

I just came back from seeing Paris Je T'aime at the Princess Cinema. It was a wonderful film that I would recommend to all the romantics in the world.

The movie consisted of 18 short films, all by differend directors and starring different actors. One reason I wanted to see this movie, other than the fact that it takes place in Paris, is that many of my favourite actors are in it.


Steve Buscemi








Natalie Portman












Rufus Sewell and Emily Mortimer








As well as Bob Hoskins, Gerard Depardieu, Elijah Wood, Maggie Gyllenhaal, William Dafoe, and Juliette Binoche. Oh, and a mime...


After seeing this movie, I am even more excited about my exchange. I hope I'll fall in love with Paris too (or, failing that, just meet a really handsome boy in Paris).





Here is the trailer:

The five hottest rockers

To celebrate my last day of classes for the summer term, today's post is going to be completely brainless. Here are, in my opinion, the five hottest rocker stars:

Number 5: Ryan Star

Born: January 7, 1978

Known from: Rock Star: Supernova

Star gets the number 5 spot because I don't really know him from a rock band, but rather from reality television. Regardless, he was my favourite contestant on Supernova and I was very sad when he was voted off.

Check him out playing his own song, Back of Your Car here.

Number 4: Trent Reznor

Born: May 17, 1965

Known from: Nine Inch Nails

Okay okay, at 42 he's a little old for me. Regardless, he's aged well, and he's still relevent! NIN's most recent album Year Zero is amazing. You can check out one of the videos, Only, here.

Number 3: John Mayer

Born: October 16, 1977

Known from: Being John Mayer

I'm kind of departing from the "rock" rock, but I'll let it slide for Mayer. I love his songs, I love his voice, I love that he's tall and very handsome. This picture is from his new GAP campaign.

Here he is playing Neon from his first album.

Number 2: Sam Roberts

Born: October 2, 1974

Known from: Sam Roberts Band

I love Sam Roberts. I mean, to the extent that I'm a member of the "Sam Roberts is my husband" group on Facebook. I love his music, love that he can pull of the messy, scruffy look, love that he's Canadian.

I found this clip of him playing a Gordon Lightfoot song.

Number 1: Josh Homme

Born: May 17, 1973

Known from: Queens of the Stone Age

I save the best for last. QOTSA has been one of my favourite bands for a while, and I've been holding a torch for Josh for almost as long. It may be my weakness for redheads, or that I listened to his singing for so many hours that I began to imagine he's singing for me, but he just does it for me.

Here are the Queens doing their hit No One Knows on acoustic.

The end of term is nigh

I drew an enormous breath of relieve Thursday night as I submitted the last assignment of the term! Take that, "Genres of Business Communication"!

To celebrate, Chris, Chelsea, and I (constant 3rd wheel) went to see Harry Potter: The Order of the Phoenix. It was amazing, especially seeing all the characters growing up. We got to witness Harry's first kiss:

Actually, I was really struck by how Daniel Radcliffe looked on the cover of the new Details magazine. Check it out:

All I can say is....wow! I can't wait for the final Potter flicks!

Bénabar "Le Dîner"

Here's another great song by French crooner Bénabar. Here are the lyrics:

J'veux pas y'aller à ce dîner, j'ai pas l'moral, j'suis fatigué, ils nous en voudront pas, allez on n'y va pas. En plus faut que je fasse un régime ma chemise me boudine, j'ai l'air d'une chipolata, je peux pas sortir comme ça. Ça n'a rien à voir je les aime bien tes amis, mais je veux pas les voir parce que j'ai pas envie.

On s'en fout, on n'y va pas, on n'a qu'à se cacher sous les draps, on commandera des pizzas, toi la télé et moi, on appelle, on s'excuse, on improvise, on trouve quelque chose, on n'a qu'à dire à tes amis qu'on les aime pas et puis tant pis.

J'suis pas d'humeur tout me déprime et il se trouve que par hasard, y'a un super bon film à la télé ce soir. Un chef-d'oeuvre du 7ème art que je voudrais revoir, un drame très engagé sur la police de Saint-Tropez. C'est une satire sociale dont le personnage central est joué par de Funès, en plus y'a des extraterrestres.

On s'en fout, on n'y va pas, on n'a qu'à se cacher sous les draps, on commandera des pizzas, toi la télé et moi, on appelle, on s'excuse, on improvise, on trouve quelque chose, on n'a qu'à dire à tes amis qu'on les aime pas et puis tant pis.

J'ai des frissons je me sens faible, je crois que je suis souffrant, ce serait pas raisonnable de sortir maintenant. Je préfère pas prendre de risque, c'est peut-être contagieux, il vaut mieux que je reste ça m'ennuie mais c'est mieux. Tu me traites d'égoïste, comment oses-tu dire ça ? Moi qui suis malheureux et triste et j'ai même pas de home-cinéma.

On s'en fout, on n'y va pas, on n'a qu'à se cacher sous les draps, on commandera des pizzas, toi la télé et moi, on appelle, on s'excuse, on improvise, on trouve quelque chose, on n'a qu'à dire à tes amis qu'on les aime pas et puis tant pis.

It's that time of the year...

...when school is just paining me.

To illustrate:

lemon = me

juicer = school

I had a bunch of stuff due last week, even more due next week, and I am sooo tired. I may be developing a dependence on energy drinks, although I'm sure it's just a placebo effect that makes be believe they work.

But after next week things will quiet down and I will see the new Harry Potter movie and be happy.

This cute drawing is from http://www.nutandbee.com/index.html. My friend Mary is a fan of their stuff. Check out the site if you want a dose of uber-cute.