i stand on the edge of the void.

hi! remember me?

i'm still here in france, but not for long. i'm coming to hburg on may 10, only to leave for mexico on the 19th. syl and mike have decided that it's much more practical for me to know spanish than french. and they're paying, so i agree with any decisions they want to make such as that one.

spring break is in three weeks; andrew and i are going to strasbourg, prague, budapest, and vienna. expensive isn't even the word for it. we'll be sleeping on trains for three nights. uncomfortable isn't even the word for it. we're going to see everything and anything! thrilled isn't even the word for it.

sometimes i still go im in france a3iu4oiqwejrlajsdlfjalkdjflj2pq1u294iuorshfzljclvjzldjfljjaldjlasjlaj! but it's alllll drawing to a close; the humidity awaits me, lurking. i know it.

bbq when i get back?

umm. we all know the subject:

BIRTHDAY.

i was thrown a finger food party. in france. can it even get more quirky movie scene than that?

christmas-- 21 days
birthday-- 3 days
barcelona--11 days
paris-- 16 days

1. i am not in a relationship with a german in real life. facebook does not = real life.

2. miss everybody.

3. sorry about no emails.

4. french cleaning ladies dump water on the floor and push it around thinking that's mopping.

new email address--

christineosaur@gmail.com

my olemiss over here doesnt seem to be getting emails.

c'est tout!

<3 <3 <3s to everyone at home.

i'm really tired of people complaining how much work they have to do at home...

here, life is hard. i go to class for three hours a day, and then the rest of my time i spend drinking at the cafe, going out, or sleeping. i have at least two worksheets to complete each night, and the little homework i have over the weekend really interferes with my ability to travel to new exciting places.

SO QUIT YOUR WHINING.

just in case anyone REALLY wanted to send me a package but couldnt remember my address...........it's

Residence Berlioz
361 Allée Berlioz-- Room 3119
38406 St. Martin D'Heres Cedex
France

things i would just LOVE to receive in the mail in case anyone is interested:

cayenne pepper
halloween socks
a letter
pictures
bootleg copy of photoshop for mac
AMERICAN CONDOMS
peanut butter crackers
ground coffee
halloween candy
spanish grammar book

i think i'm going to have to buy a coffee maker because two teaspoons of coffee just doesn't do it for me.

places i want to visit:

barcelona
provence
verdun
montpellier

where else? i need suggestions-- does anywhere know where there are good hostels, good things to see, cheap plane tickets, etc.

FEEDBACK, PEOPLE.

so after my french test this morning, we get a break and i go to the bathroom...

and there are not one, but THREE of those scary squatty-no-real-toilet-existing sort of pee/poop holes.

shockingly, no one was using them. why would the french fucking spend money on those?? ohh la la... c'est les francais.

the french also do not like toilet seats. maybe it's the extra effort it takes to clean them in addition to the toilet bowl itself.

My address, so everyone can send me calligraphic letters laced with delicate perfumes:::::::::::

Hector Berlioz, Residence Universitaires
361 Allee Berlioz
38406 St. Martin D'Heres Cedex
France
Room 3119

(youve got to put the room-- if you send anything, which you wont, because everyone has abandoned emailing already, and ive been here three weeks....)

DANIEL WHERE ARE YOU?
andrew, call me??

i made friends. with spanish girls, brazilian boys, and other people. from france? and other places. i dunno. we all speak french horribly together. oh la la.

i'm trying to find a way to recharge my batteries for my camera. i need a power converter, but i dont have one, and hell no if im supposed to buy a recharger here. they're really expensive, like fifty euros.

i am hungry. i think i'm going to find something in my teeny tiny fridge to mange.

i was experimenting with my webcam in my computer, and no, not like strip tease experiment, but it takes all sort of weird photos. go to facebook for a good example. talk about a blow to the ego.

i'm thinking and missing everybody. comme d'habitude. i always love to get emails. hint hint. whitneylucasrachaeleverybody.

Andrew and I have made it a week in the Old Country; let us all breathe a sigh of relief.

France… is not exactly as I expected. We may call this the “shattering of a fantasy”. Le pays de fromage is in many ways very similar to America, just with smaller cars and a different language. The students are messy, the old people walk slowly, and the dorm rooms are shitty. Before I left, did I say to you with excitement that I would be living in a studio apartment? Because I’m not—I’m in a dorm room. with a bathroom and a mini-fridge that gets sorta cold, but with no AC, fan, or most tragic of all, internet. (This is apparently one way in which we differ from the French—what exactly constitutes a “studio apartment”.)

The first 30 minutes after I received my room-slash-cell I was pretty miffed, but then Andrew made the point that we’re in FRANCE and I had to concede. They also have these big windows that you can open all the way up to the open air, which is nice since I have a great mountain landscape. Its novelty was slightly reduced when I went near the window at night after I had taken a shower and some French boys sitting in the dark park across from my building, probably hopin’ to catch a peep at some French bird’s rack, starting laughing and calling because I had given them a nice long look at the twins.

I also take back any previous statements in saying the French are in any way hip.

Things that I have seen too often to be anomalies and must represent at least a significant fraction of the French (or at least the Grenobleoise) population’s tastes:

Dredlocks
(uncool) Euro-mullets
a single, long, tiny braid cascading from an “i-cut-my-own-hair-drunk” hairstyle
sassy t-shirts (in either French or English)
Any fabric pattern popular about 6 years ago
Cut-off shirts for boys
Lip-piercings

The university campus was apparently designed by someone who either liked the look of concrete and drab, ugly colors together or had a deeply rooted hatred of French college students. Or maybe he was blind; that would make more sense. There are some buildings so ugly on this campus that I would actually front the money to get them torn down. If I can ever stomach to look at them long enough, I will take pictures in order to share my misery all the way across the Atlantic. For the most part though, the campus is very green and flat… like a mildewy pancake.

Hector Berlioz is situated right near a tram stop, which is the best way to move around Grenoble and the surrounding areas. This way, when I become the social alcoholic and the chain-smoker than my mother always suspected I would be, I can safely stumble the short distance from the station to my room before passing out and missing all my classes the following morning.

GIVE ME BACK MY INTERNET AHHHHHHHHDHDHHDFEJOIRUOEJFNX


- I have finished ‘Love in the Time of Cholera.”
- The French speak French quickly. Very quickly, with all the voice modulations you thought only Keltoum did.
- My bed is infinitesimally small, with a mattress about as thick as a slice of lunch meat.
- The equivalent of a Super Wal-Mart here has a location about three minutes walking distance from my dorm. I’ve been every day since I’ve gotten here. Just like Wal-Mart.
- EVERYONE says to EVERYONE else on the stairs, in the halls, on elevators, “bonjour”, “bonsoir”, or “bon apetit”, depending, of course, on the occasion. TOO MUCH INTERACTION.



i miss everyone. :(

my dog, eva, is dead.

she liked to climb fences and jump over, escaping our yard to run free on our property.

my parents got tired of worrying about her getting hit by a car, so they put her on a long cable like chain so she could still run around but not get out. i recommended the electronic collar, but my dad didn't want to spend the money.

the other day, my mom comes home to find eva on the other side of the fence with very little slack on the chain. as in... she could barely move.

my mom wanted to take her off the chain, but of course my dad said it would be fine. and of course my mom goes along with anything he says.

she worries and worries about the fate of eva.

yesterday, my mom got home to find eva strangled. she tried to jump over... but this time there wasn't any slack. at all. my mom called me, hysterical, last night, sobbing.

and i had no sympathy for her. only for eva, who obviously has no use for it at this point.

maybe next time my parents will think twice about spending a little bit of money on something important... but i doubt it.

title:
i need to slam

no, really, i should
go because otherwise im
not gonna make it to the

everyone is starting school tomorrow. except for me. and andrew. because we're going to FRANCE.

snakes on a plane-- disappointingly average. not even overly shitty; just so so. the sex scene was superfluous, and her breasts were overwhelmingly fake. and note to directors-- snakes don't have a full mouth of teeth.

oxford is disturbingly the same. we are having fun with arbor mist, bravo tv, and our apple computers. we have succeeded in eating through the spectrum of unhealthy things--ice cream, chips, cheese sandwiches, pasta, alcohol.

i just tried to do intervention with meghan and the doritos. it failed horribly.

andrew's hair is getting longer again. his shoes are still blindingly white.

platinum weddings is on-- i must commit myself entirely to this shallow endeavor.

 Take the quiz if you dare..................


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i have not updated in forever, blah blah blah.

rachael is so obnoxious when she is drunk oh my god. and whitney is autistic secretly.

it is andrew's birthday. or it was, one hour and eight minutes ago.

MEMPHIS!

wow.


too many QUEENS.

that is all.

i got all a's. yes, yes. i did. i got an a in french 578, yes yes i did. that means:

mesg
no nagging from my mother, at least for a day or two.
i don't know, self satisfaction from working my ass off and getting my first 4.0 in collge.

partay time.

i'm bored but poor. what can we doooooo? anyone?
call me.

bonjour.
j'ai bu beaucoup
but my brain is cogent as ever
i like having friends
and being part of something
that isn't completely shitty.
while i am happy to be going home
to see my childhood friends and
my love,
i will miss meghan and jacob
and midgie in the apartment
with shallow as a puddle brooke to
mock and the fish to feed
with its disgusting smelling fish food
this year has been really wonderful
but i think the next two years will
blow it outta the water, as they say.
and i am rambling on and on
but i love the world and everything in it
because we are all one and i think
that it is far easier to be a devout buddhist
when you are
drunk.

sometimes you need white bread

though im a wheat bread
girl at heart, i eat white too.
yeah i said
it.

white bread is best with cheese
(american)and ham;
mustard and mayo, too, please
this combination is damn
good.

the bread is fluffy and pure
like a cloud in the sky
it has no nutrition, sure
but maybe thats why i
*mnahm mnahm*