week five, cliffnotes version

It is 10:30pm on thursday night and our flight is at 6:50am friday morning so this blog is going to be short and sweet.

Sunday was of course our champs elysees day but it was ten times more special this week because we went to la duree! La duree is this famous macaroon shop in paris and I know you’re thinking of those mountain shaped coconut macaroons back home but don’t. French macaroons don’t even have coconut in them I don’t think, they’re basically two amazingly perfect moist cookies with a more amazingly perfect frosting/ganache in between.  We had to wait in a really long line full of tourists but of course it was worth it.

I had tried it for the first time last year when I was here but I had forgotten how good these little suckers really are. They are about the size of an oreo but cost 1.50 euros each. Craziness I know but trust me they are worth every penny. Dorene and I decided to go wild and order four each so that we can get them in a cute little box.

They have 17 flavors and our goal is to try all of them by the time we leave. This is a big deal to me because usually when I like a certain flavor I’m not one to change it up but I think it would be a pretty cool accomplishment. That day we both ordered vanilla and raspberry, she got chocolate and café and I got pistachio and caramel. The raspberry didn’t really do it for me, not that it was bad it just wasn’t as good as the caramel. Mmm the caramel.

The rest of the week was pretty normal, paris normal that is. On tuesday we went to this random museum in france with our fashion in france teacher. He used to work in that museum so we basically had our very own very boring tour guide. The coolest part was getting to see this painting he had shown us before in class as well as a pair of marie antoinette’s actual shoes which were tiny.  She would have definitely needed to buy a size three if she were alive today.

On wednesday we went to the musee maxim’s with our contemporary art class which was awesome. Maxim’s is a very posh and very expensive resturant in france, think 200 euros a person for one meal but they have this little museum right next the cafe that is full of art nouveau, a certain style of art we learned about in class.

We had a really funny tour guide who took us all over the museum telling us about the history of maxim’s as well as showing us the art nouveau pieces. Turns out I’m a fan of art nouveau because it is not really art but more just furniture that looks really cool. He showed us the “most famous celebrity in the world’s” hand mirror and held it up for all the girls to look into. I can’t remember her name right now but this lady was known all over the world before any sort of media existed, just a newspaper or two. You would think that I would have remembered her name but it’s late and I’m speed writing so I’m cutting myself some slack.

The best joke he told all day was about ga ga gabor. Apparently she used to come to maxim’s all the time and was overheard saying she’s a good housekeeper, as in she’s had nine husbands and every time she got divorced she got to keep the house. I just realized that that was the worst retelling of a joke but it was hilarious at the time. My favorite thing from the museum was a caricature that featured coco chanel, another regular visitor at maxim’s.

 At the end of the tour we were taken into the actual restaurant area where I felt the need to take a photo in because well let’s face it, I might never get to go back. 

Thursday, today, yay can’t believe I’m finally talking about today, was beyond boring. I finally got my grammar book that I’ve been looking for all over paris today. It was the last copy and I basically ran towards it and made such a scene that the guy who worked there laughed out loud. What he doesn’t know is that I had visited that book store five times in the past two weeks looking for this stupid book, so the laugh is really on him, kinda I guess maybe not. By the way please notice how dorene's my PUH in the picture below...personal umbrella holder.

I just pretty much finished packing and have been typing nonstop since trying to finish this blog entry so that I keep my word of telling everyone where I’m going for fall break. It might not be super exciting anymore since I kept everyone in suspense but I’m still excited. So for the next ten days I will be globetrotting to madrid, lisbon, barcelona and then nice with a day trip to monaco. Our whole goal was to get in multiple cities and countries in the short amount of time that we are here.

We are spending two nights in madrid, two nights in lisbon, three nights in barcelona and three nights in nice. We are flying everywhere except taking a train back to paris from nice. The flights back were ridiculously expensive and I’m actually kind of excited to see the french countryside via train. It is now 11pm and we’re leaving our house at 5:30am tomorrow so I’m going to go attempt to fall asleep. I will probably blog via blackberry while I am there but don’t expect the same fabulous quality blogs that you’ve become accustomed to. Also don’t expect any pictures. Until november, ciao amigos! (Dorene and I know about as much spanish as the chihuahua from the taco bell commercials so this shall be very interesting!)

week four, thursday-saturday

I feel like no matter how much I write I’m always a week behind and I NEED to catch up because I’m leaving for fall break friday morning and will have a ten day adventure to talk about when I get back, leaving no time for me to talk about week four of paris. Whoa, talk about run on sentence. In case you haven’t noticed I don’t have the world’s best grammar (in english and french) and have a lot of mistakes and typos in my blog. Please forgive me. I’m trying to write everything as fast as I can so that I still have time to go out and actually do things worth writing about. Also, I’ve been using “dorene and me “ this entire time and I do realize it’s a huge grammatical mistake and to save my sister and my cousin from extra stress I’m now going to say dorene and I and be all formal. I don’t do formal writing, but people do the craziest things for the ones they love.  Sorry for the totally unrelated prologue, I just needed to explain why I’m switching even though I’m sure only them two would have actually noticed.

Okay now let’s get started. Where did I leave off? Oh right wednesday night we went to the soccer game. It was absolute madness getting back on the metro after the game. Imagine the metro station being the people version of getting out of a parking lot after a sports event. It was intense. Luckily we didn’t have to wait too long because we left a little before the game ended, when we knew france was going to win. Also, they had setup that metro station knowing there would be thousands of people trying to get on, so they had guards everywhere and all the gates were open and you didn’t even have to scan your card/ticket to get in. The entire night was an experience, a parisian experience if you will.

Thursday night (the day wasn’t that exciting) dorene found out that cab (the club we semi tried going to last weekend) was free and was trying to get people to go with her. I assumed I wasn’t going because I had class at nine the next day and they were going to come back home after the metro closed (around 12:30am) and well I’m just not that type of person. But I guess when in paris do as the parisians do. I realized it’s just one stupid french class on Friday that I can power through with a lot of coffee and then come back home around 12 and sleep then.  I power napped from about 9 to 10pm, got up, got dressed and we were off to cab!

We got there before our friends who were meeting us did so we decided to go in and get a feel for the place. The feeling sucked. It was more a really empty sad looking bar than a happening club that had people lined up for outside last saturday. We mutually decided it really wasn’t worth the time and money so we ran back to the metro to catch one of the last trains back home. At least I can say I tried.

Friday morning I went to class, came home, napped, ate, then we got ready for dorene’s longchamp bag buying day. (Longchamp is a french brand and everyone, I mean EVERYONE uses them here. If you spent ten minutes in the metro you would think that the french government was giving away free bags to every citizen.) She’s been dying for this longchamp briefcase that a lot of guys and some girls carry around here so we decided today was the day to buy her one. We found an actual longchamp store (there are only two in paris) near concorde and set off on our adventure. Once we got to the store, I surprisingly convinced her that purple was a good color in less than five minutes so we were in and out pretty quickly. While we were in there I went to look at this one bag and felt the need to take it off the mannequin’s hand only to have both the bag and hand fall off. Don’t worry, I put the hand back on, somehow, while the security guard was giving me dirty looks.  Meanwhile I fell in love with this bag that had the eiffel tower on it but it is so much cuter than it sounds. Well I guess you can see for yourself since there I’m putting up a picture of it.

Anyway, they only had one left in the actual store in a beige color that was already stained and obviously if dorene bought a longchamp that meant I could buy one too. It was longchamp day! (in our head’s at least.) So we walked down to galleria lafayette because they have a longchamp boutique inside and we thought that they might have the bag I wanted and they did! I realize I can’t use my bag here because it would be beyond touristy but back home it will be a hit, a hit with me that is and that is all that matters. I will be carrying a reminder of paris and my time here with me everywhere I go.

Friday night we finally booked our hotel rooms for our soon to be disclosed fall break. It was quite the stressful time. I thought we were going to have to stay in hostels but luckily we were able to find decently priced hotels so we’re traveling in luxury. The princess side of roxanne is very excited.

On saturday we knew we needed to get some parisian things done and fast because we had already been here for a month and didn’t feel like we had done a month worth of parisian things yet. Our first stop was the boulangerie that had won the best traditional baguette in paris award this year. I had asked my gastronomy teacher what the best bread in paris was and she went on and on about this contest they have every year for the best traditional baguette and told me she would look up this years winner and tell me the following week. Turns out the boulangerie is in the 15^th district (the same district I live in) on this street called felix faure which is a block away from our apartment. How crazy is that!?  It is like we were meant to eat the best baguettes! The french president also gets his bread from there, no biggie. Below is a picture of me with my demi baguette outside the shop. Dorene directed this shot, not me.  

After our demi baguette buying we were off to the louvre. We both have this louvre student card that our program gave us that gets us into the louvre free for an entire year. It’s all officially, it has a picture of us on it and we can pass the normal tourist line and everything.

 We decided that our goal would be to have visited every room in the louvre (it’s huge) and started off in a sculpture type garden. We were a little bored and beyond crazy so we decided to pose like this famous (we think) sculpture/fountain we saw. All the other tourists were looking at us like we were psychos, probably because we are.

I had decided I really wanted to see the ancient iran rooms because I didn’t get to see much last year when I came with my mom. We were only in the louvre for like an hour last time and basically just saw the mona lisa so this was my time to find something interesting and less touristy and I did. I found artifacts from perspolis and the achaemenid dynasty! I know this might not sound that exciting to you but at that moment I was the happiest person ever, that room was my very own disneyland. I had read and learned about perspolis in my persian class all year at school and couldn’t believe I was actually standing in front of a column that survived destruction thousands of years ago.

Again, I know I sound like a total loser but  I was walking around all the ancient iran rooms with the biggest smile on my face. I saw a mosaic if you will that had something that looked like the farvahar on it.

I also saw a lot of other random stone and rock designs that I immediately bonded with, feeling like some super distant relative of mine had made. Okay maybe I was being a bit too emotional but seriously it was so cool!

Once dorene got tired of looking at me smiling like a freak we went to go see some famous statue dorene told me I had to see. I can’t even tell you the name of it because I have no art knowledge whatsoever but hopefully you will know something about it. Dorene really wanted a pose picture in front of it, so again like crazies we did weird poses in the louvre.

After the most famous statue in the louvre we thought we should go see the most famous painting, the mona lisa. Being on a parisian pose high dorene decided that we needed to get a pose picture in front of the mona lisa. We finally got the courage to ask a lady we saw and she took the picture and said “well I got the both of you and the mona lisa” and we said perfect! As you see below, not so pose perfect. Hopefully next time dorene.

Once we got home from the louvre we thought we would end our touristy day with a touristy dinner. Both of our sisters had told us about this fondue place in montmartre where you sit at a communal table and drink wine out of baby botttles and well we were sold. 

Having had only a demi baguette for lunch we starving by the time we got to the restaurant and we were still starving by the time we left. Unfortunately neither of our sisters mentioned the fact that the place is not famous for their food but you truly go there for the atmosphere. What atmosphere you might ask? The drunken atmosphere!

It is this tiny restaurant, if it can even be called that, with two long tables inside. It is so small that you can’t sit on one side of it without standing on chairs and stepping over the table RIGHT next to someone next to you who is eating burning hot fondue. This place screams lawsuit in america. Lucky for dorene had worn heels that night so I was the designated climb-over-tabler.  

Everything we ate that night had alcohol in it. They start you off with these little salami, cheese, pickle bits and this pink looking way too sweet starter alcohol. Then they bring you the glass baby bottle with wine along with your fondue of choice. We decided to order cheese fondue to be on the safe side which basically consisted of 3 ounces of some bad tasting cheese and 44 ounces of alcohol.

It was nasty. Even dorene is willing to attempt that it was bad, but it started tasting slightly better after a baby bottle full of wine and ten bites of cheese flavored alcohol soaked old bread. Halfway into our meal we started realizing why everyone we saw leaving the place was smiling so big. Would we go back again, maybe, but we will  make sure we order the beef.

By the time we got home around 11:30pm I was toast. I fell asleep on the couch only to randomly wake up around 12am realizing that dorene still wanted to go out that night. I have no idea how I even managed to get dressed and do my make up while still being half asleep but dorene needed me to go out on a saturday and I had to be there for her.

We went to this club called showcase, which is underneath a bridge right next to the seine river. While we were waiting in line we saw this one french girl arguing with the bouncer because he wouldn’t let her in without an id. It’s paris, they don’t id for anything so of course we didn’t have our ids with us. Basically attempting defeat I was getting ready to go back home until we get to the front of the line and dorene manages to get us in using our metro passes. I think the guy thought it was so funny and creative that we deserved to go in.

The club was amazing looking but the music sucked. It was all trance and techno and I just wasn’t feeling it, but I guess it had to do with the fact that I was probably still half asleep. We stayed for a bit, attempted to dance, took a picture or two and left. I was able to hail us another taxi, I’m starting to be a pro taxi hailer.

Good news, it’s thursday “morning” here and I just talked about this past saturday so I’m officially less than week behind. The bad news is that it is 3am and I am about to pass out so until tomorrow. Promise to tell you where I’m going for fall break then!

week four, monday-wednesday

Here is my attempt to catch up before I start traveling the world during fall break. Where am I going for fall break you ask?! Guess you’ll have to read the whole blog to find out or suck and cheat by scrolling down to the bottom.

So Monday of last week, obviously not this monday because I’m so far behind in the blogging world, I slept in because I don’t have class on mondays and being in paris you really need all the sleep you can get. I waited for dorene to get home from class so that we could go to the isa (my study abroad program) office for our “how are you doing so far in paris” meeting.  It was a huge almost two hour waste of time but I finally picked up the converses my mom had sent me as well as my debit card (dorene was my sugar momma for a good three weeks while I was waiting for my working debit card to arrive). We’re not allowed to receive mail straight to our apartment, we have to have everything sent to the office which would be a little annoying if I was awaiting more packages, but with my new shoes and card I’m pretty much all set.

After our meeting I decided I wanted to try this gyro my other friends had gotten the week before, dorene agreed as always, so we set off to st michel to find this magical gyro place. A semi long not worth mentioning story later me and dorene were sitting in this tiny room that passed for a restaurant with gyros. I had never had a gyro before so I didn’t really know what to expect. I want to say it was both better and worse than I expected. I think I was just happy to have fries with ketchup, the french don’t understand my need for a lot of ketchup when eating fries.  I don’t know if I’ll have another gyro here, I think there might be better things to waste calories on but it was definitely worth trying once.

On tuesdays I have back to back classes, meaning I’m at school from 9am to 6pm. It is worse than high school ever was. French college students must think that we’re such slackers in america with one hour lectures. The only thing I remember specifically about this day was that for my fashion in france class we went on a walking field trip to the sonia rykiel store. I have no idea why we went there and how that related to any of the beyond boring things the teacher goes on and on about in class but we got out early so I was a happy camper. On our walk over some guy from the class started to talk to me and I found out he was from the virgin islands. One thing led to another and we started talking about how back home he used to kill his own chickens and how you have to hold them down because after you cut their head off their body still moves around a lot. It was quite the conversation.  

 Wednesday was a longgg day for roxanne, so long that it requires me to refer to myself in the third person. On wednesdays I also have back to back classes which are almost as bad as tuesdays except that I have brittany, dorene and melinda in art class to keep me going in the afternoon.  This wednesday me and dorene were supposed to present our impressionism presentation that we had thrown together the night before, and by thrown together I mean dorene used her three years of art history knowledge to make up enough for both of us to say. I had wikipedia-ed impressionism and learned all about where the word impressionists originated (monet’s painting called impression sunrise) and made myself a page of notes so that I would be all ready for the presentation, but sadly our teacher was not.  Our main teacher, the one that usually talks wasn’t there, so silent bob as we like to call him had to run the class for the day. Turns out they didn’t have the right cables to hook up a mac and they also couldn’t access the wifi in the room to use the computer that did hook up, so we weren’t able to do our presentation. At least we’re done with our little powerpoint and notecard part, I’m just going to have to rememorize the impressionism story again sometime this week.

After our major computer hooking up fail our class walked to the musee d’orsay to see half the paintings that were in me and dorene’s presentation in person. If only the class knew how cool it was that we were going to present certain paintings and then be able to go see them right after.  Silent bob spent ten minutes trying to convince the people at the museum that we had a reservation and were students studying art in paris so that we could all get in for free, and we did! We also got this tour guide lady who took us around for a bit almost ruining the presentation me and dorene had prepared! Luckily she skipped one or two paintings me and dorene still have to talk about so hopefully some people will listen to us this week. After our tour was over we walked around the museum with silent bob. At one point I decided I wanted to try to take the same picture I took with the degas ballerinas a year ago when I visited that museum, apparently silent bob also decided to jump in the picture to be funny. Dorene almost cried laughing because she was taking the picture while I had no idea what was going on. As dorene said, silent bob strikes back!

Wednesday night me and dorene went to a french football game, football being what we call soccer in america. We went to some qualifying match for the world cup between france and austria. We made it out to the stadium in paris, stade de france, after a packed metro car full of drunken fans singing the national anthem as well as a couple getting married.

I don’t think the couple was actually going to the game but I had to mention the fact that we saw a couple dressed in a wedding gown and tux on a metro. Could they not afford private transportation? As we were getting off the metro we passed by a lady selling france soccer team scarfs and started speed walking towards the stadium. Halfway towards the stadium we decided we really wanted the scarfs and started walking back to the lady against traffic, even though the soccer game had already started. We’re true fans, we know.

The game went buy relatively quickly since we were sitting next to the always entertaining gabriel. I was wearing thick tights, jeans, socks, boots, a tank top, a long sleeve shirt, a cardigan, a peacoat, gloves and this ridiculously ugly hat I had bought earlier that day just so that I wouldn't die of frostbite and I was still FREEZING. Even weather proof dorene was willing to admit that it was cold but it was definitely worth watching france beat austria.  Allez france! (go france!)

I know I said I would tell you all about my fall break plans at the end of this blog but dorene has a french test tomorrow and needs to go to bed so yet again blame her for my lack of blogging, her and our stupid french school system. 

week three, tuesday - sunday

I know I know I suck. I haven't updated the blog in six days and am about two weeks behind in story telling, as in it is sunday today and I've only talked about last last monday. My goal is to catch up over the weekend so that I can finally start writing "live" blogs, as in I actually get to talk about what happened that day. So much happens, even on a boring normal school day, and I feel like my lagging is causing me to forget about the little funny/amazing/priceless moments in france. Let's get started!

Tuesday of last week was boring. I mean I'm sure something fabulous happened at one point, like when me and dorene were too focused looking at the metro map that we managed to not hear the fact that the metro had arrived and left right behind us, but since I'm behind sadly I don't know what day that actually happened. It was straight out of a movie though. We were standing there with our back to the actual spot where the metro arrives arguing about what path was better only to turn back around right as the metro was leaving. We laughed for awhile. It was totally worth missing.

Oh now I remember, and by remember I mean I asked dorene what we did tuesday night. We went out to this bar called footsie off the opera metro stop. I remember walking up the steps to exit and being amazed that I was standing in front of the famous opera house in paris, like no biggie just hanging out in the heart of paris on a random tuesday night. Anyway, so we get to this bar that was supposed to work like the stock market. They have this ticker board, which is updated every two minutes, that says how much certain drinks cost at the moment. It works just like the stock market where the more people buy that drink the higher the price gets. I don't understand how it makes common sense to use that method in a bar but I went with it. I ordered a monaco, which is stella artois with grenadine. It basically tasted like a shirley temple and I loved it. Dorene ordered a white martini, whatever that was and a ricard because at the time it was cheap. Turns out the ricard drink tastes like disgusting black licorice, not like black licorice can even taste good but I needed to get across the how bad it tasted point. Dorene didn't even finish it, and she never not finishes drinks!

Wednesday our art class was cancelled, allowing me and dorene to procrastinate on doing our impressionism art presentation. After my french class we went shopping for a bit. I bought my first true parisian club dress. I was so proud of myself. Wednesday night we didn't do anything noteworthy.

Thursday night dorene told me about this place her aunt suggested we go to for french onion soup. It was called au pied cochon, which literally means pig's foot in english. Apparently it is also famous for some dish that includes pigs feet. Of course I immediately started craving french onion soup and told dorene we had to go that same night. We got the crew together and headed off to have what was the best french soup ever. I haven't actually had many french onion soups before but it was so good you just know its the best one. We ordered a fixed menu thing so we had soup to start and then I had this white fish and dorene ordered duck. We were all so full after the huge cheese infested soup and baguette with butter (I was really excited about the butter, the french don't usually give butter with their bread at restaurants) we barely could make it through our entrees. I had trouble falling asleep that night because I was so full and busy day dreaming about the bread and butter I would be eating tomorrow because dorene stole the leftover butter for me. Don't worry, it was individually wrapped and amazing. 

Dorene has fridays off so after I was done with class we decided to be tourists and go visit the notre dame just because we can. The school supply shopping place is right next to the notre dame so of course I went and bought another notebook. Afterwards we crossed the seine river and had a little photo shoot in front of the cathederal. Dorene was more focused on all the pigeons everywhere than the notre dame but whatever floats her boat.

We went inside because it was free and we had nothing better to do. Turns out we were lucky and got to see a mass going on. Dorene felt bad taking pictures but I was okay with it so here you go.

After our touristy hour we decided to just walk around paris, you know being parisian. Luckily I'm a true parisian and carry an umbrella around with me everywhere unlike katie and dorene. While we were in nafnaf looking around mother nature decided to be bipolar. It started raining, pouring actually and I was the only one with an umbrella. Of course I was wearing my brand new boots and carrying my speedy for the first time in paris. Basically, we stood under the pompidou museum until katie and dorene were brave enough to run to the metro station in the rain. Thanks to my blackberry we were able to find the closest metro and made it there without them getting fully soaked. For the record I did offer to share my umbrella but they both declined. If i were them I would have definitely taken up on the offer. 

On saturday me and dorene thought we should check out the monmartre wine festival, apparently so did every other person within a twenty mile radius of paris. (I mentioned awhile back that my guide during my monmartre tour told us that they had a festival every year when they cut the grapes from the three small vineyards they have in paris.) We walked up to the sacre coeur because the little metro thing that takes you up was packed. I couldn't help but think about how those stairs beat the santa monica stairs for working out. 

Once we got to the top we walked down (and by walked down I mean that we were stuck in a mob of people not moving) this little hallway between all these tents that sold everything from wine to candy. 

We also saw this HUGE skillet filled with potatoes, oil and sausage. We wanted to get a plate so badly but then realized how gross it really looked.

Once we made our way out of the hallway of death we walked around a bit and drank some parisian water.

We caught a bit of a random parade that was  going on. 

We saw what we guess was a wine club standing outside in cool looking robes cheering on the parade. 

We got semi lost trying to find another metro station and just happened to stumble across the moulin rouge, then went back home to get ready for a parisian discotheque night! (Discotheque means club in french, I've always loved that word but didn't think they actually still use it.) 

I was excited to go out that night because I had bought my first real parisian going out dress earlier this week. They don't really dress up the way we do when we go out in los angeles. They don't show a lot of skin, in fact you feel a little out of place if you do. They wear tights out, which I'm all for since it is less than 40 degrees out. And some girls even wear flats out to clubs, which is a big no-no back home. So this weekend I was ready and excited to be a parisian clubber.

We first tried going to this club called cab, which is right across from the louvre museum. We got there only to see a huge line and the group decided we were too cool to stand in any lines so we decided to go to the club me and dorene went to the first weekend here, duplex. We all went back on the metro and got off near the arc d'triomphe only to realize we didn't know exactly where that other club was.

Luckily we bumped into some random french guys who were also headed to duplex. Once we finally got to duplex we were shocked to find a line maybe five times the size the one at cab. There must have been at least 100 people waiting in line to go in, please keep in mind that it's about 1am already. Since I love attempting to speak french to people I was talking to some of the guys, asking them what other clubs we could go to that night, and what the best club in paris usually is. One guy told me the best club was duplex, so score me and dorene for going to the best club on our first weekend. Eventually the guys decide they're going to this club called queen on the champs elysees so we decided to follow them and took a touristic photo along the way. 

Queen was awesome. They served there drinks in hard plastic cups with lids! LIDS! Why has america not thought to put lids on the drinks they serve in clubs? It prevents all the "liquid spilling everywhere while dancing and holding your drink" moments. I obviously thought it was genius. The club played relatively new american music which was perfect. All in all it was a great night. Sadly I couldn't handle being out until the metro opened back up (around 5:30am) so instead I hailed us a cab around 5am off the champs elysees!  I had never hailed a cab before and now I'm hailing cabs off one of the most famous streets in the world. So cool! 

Our midnight (really 6am) snack this time was this frozen rice that dorene had bought that day. It was much better than the soy jerky from that other weekend. 

Sunday, as always, was recovery/champs elysees day. Since not much is open on sundays in paris me and dorene like to go to the champs to go shopping/return things we bought during the week because they are always open for tourists. It's our one day of the week where allowed to be tourists, other than that, according to my postcard "I am not a tourist."

I know I failed and wasn't able to catch up to real time yet. I will do my best tomorrow. For now dorene is pressuring me to post and go to sleep because she has school tomorrow so if you're craving another post, blame her.