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[cheerfulstoic]

I seem to have succeeded in at least looking French, since three or four people have asked me for directions since i got to Paris. Though dripping Frenchness from every pore, I find that Stranger in a Strange Land Syndrome has set in, as I knew it would at some point. I prick up my ears every time I hear someone speaking English. I see people out of the corner of my eye and think, for one irrational nanosecond, that it's someone from home. I bought a giant bag of peanut M&Ms the other day for comfort food. I could kill for some good fajitas.
I want school to start so I don't have quite so much time to kill.