tres bien fait
- I have lived in Paris for precisely one week, and spent approx 36 hours alone until now
- My dad, Bill and mum have been out to see me at different times
- Me and my dad got here with The Wardrobe and all my stuff on Sunday and we now have 'The Shoe Wall' and all my things have a home
- I have eaten at 'Little Italy' 3 times, the steak tartare restaurant 3 times and the 24 hour restaurant once this week
- My dad got drunk on red wine and we watched The Life Aquatic. Amazing.
- Boy arrived from London on Monday, big red bag in hand and cheeky smile on face
- The 3 of us had enormous bowls of couscous and walked home via the Louvre lit up at night which is drop dead heartbreaking
- My dad left on Tuesday with six bottles of wine bought for 21 euros. We also discovered ham bread.
- Me and Bill dressed up and went and 'did' Paris our way, having sandwiches in the Tuileries Gardens and walking to Champs Elysees
- Colette is officially my new favourite shop. ever.
- Considering Bill looks like an Hedi Slimane muse at the mo (without the crack), the doorman in Dior Homme (which didn't have any clothes?) was a twat
- After snobby man in Dior Homme, the woman in Balenciaga is my new best friend. She was lovely and ran after me to give me catalogues. i'm going back
- The man in the apartment opposite likes to walk around in only his pants. He is old and wears baggy white pants
- The bin men come twice a day.
- I got my boy for 3 and a half days. He managed to mix up his train times and miss his Eurostar. I went from enraged to relieved in that I got to spend more time with him and the 'you're leaving' tension dissipated
- I miss cheddar cheese, Heat magazine and Neighbours
- I have only cried twice this week, when my dad left and when the Sorbonne fucked me over for the 2682148969635029365932nd time
- I managed to arrange my timetable. It's crazy nuts but I don't have to pass the year and I have Fridays off this semester. I am also taking English as a modern language. hahaha
- I feel amazingly comfortable here. For the girl who's been known to get homesick on holiday this is no little matter
- I met Annie. she is awesome and will escort me to Death Disco Paris. Until then we will find her 'her drink'
- My mum arrived Friday night full of enthuisiasm and we ate at 11.30pm. i subsequently couldn't sleep
- We had THE most swish 'ladies what lunch' lunch in a restuarant that was frequented by Voltaire and Diderot
- She spent a trolleyload of books/Cds/whathaveyou. I have accumulated: 2 bras, a diary, the Chanel DVD, The Independent newspaper, Jalouse magazine, some bread and a massive necklace
- She went back this evening and tomorrow I'll go to H+M and buy a grey hoodie, read everything, eat cheese and wait for my flatmate to come back on Tuesday
Not only is there space invader at the top, but the sphinx's face looks like Linda Evangelista
