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I'm going to bed early (11pm, in 20 minutes) because this whole staying up late watching cable thing is not working when I have to get up in the morning to work. Even though I start at 10am, take my however long break and leave at 5:30pm. It's so relax chill chill where I work, it's weird not having any constraints. That's what happens when I work in an art gallery/cultural centre place thing. The girls I work with are really cool too, there's Claudia, this sweet and GORGEOUS italian girl...she has blond hair and the biggest blue-green eyes I've ever seen in my life. There's Flore, who's also GORGEOUS and typically french yet a real individual, a really cool girl. Now that I'm crashing at Fred's, I can take his camera into work and just take pics in general to post on here.
I've been hit on by old men (our fathers' age) every day since I've been in Paris, and I'm talking men in business suits (or in Police uniform...) walking down the Champs Elysée...it's so gross.
And stepping outside of the building to get lunch wearing a skirt and heels in Paris is a little too much staring for me to take.
All I have to say is welcome home, Mel. Paris is such a friggin gorgeous city, man, and the people arent sooo bad, but that could be cuz they're all tourists. Haaaa. Girls younger than me carrying around those stupid pink Christian Dior bags with Texas accents....
...that reminds me, got an email from my mom saying she's going to Jamaica this summer and good luck with my part time job search - in other words - for me to fend for myself. I found out I get fridays off, which will help with the search in any case and that's one thing I appreciate about my mom is that she'll let me fend for myself for as long as possible to see if I can get out of it myself. This used to be the very thing I detested....my how I've changed since September, eh?
It's good being here, away from Tours crap.
I've been hit on by old men (our fathers' age) every day since I've been in Paris, and I'm talking men in business suits (or in Police uniform...) walking down the Champs Elysée...it's so gross.
And stepping outside of the building to get lunch wearing a skirt and heels in Paris is a little too much staring for me to take.
All I have to say is welcome home, Mel. Paris is such a friggin gorgeous city, man, and the people arent sooo bad, but that could be cuz they're all tourists. Haaaa. Girls younger than me carrying around those stupid pink Christian Dior bags with Texas accents....
...that reminds me, got an email from my mom saying she's going to Jamaica this summer and good luck with my part time job search - in other words - for me to fend for myself. I found out I get fridays off, which will help with the search in any case and that's one thing I appreciate about my mom is that she'll let me fend for myself for as long as possible to see if I can get out of it myself. This used to be the very thing I detested....my how I've changed since September, eh?
It's good being here, away from Tours crap.