But I Already Knew I Hated the French...

This weekend was certainly an interesting time. Friday afternoon, I toddled off to Paris with Mike, Annie, Chelsea and Jess. The rest of the school had gone earlier that morning on the Eurostar, but I prefer to fly. In the tube on the way there I totally ran into this albino African American girl that had been on Oprah like ten years ago and was like, "Hey, YOU WERE ON OPRAH!!" I know, I know, not that great...I would've preferred running in to some big name celebrity, but hey, what coold stories do you have, huh?


Paris was alright, but as the title of this blog suggests, I really don't like the French. They are a rude, arrogant, obnoxious people with their noses constantly upturned to the rest of the world. Their students were even having very violent protests while we were there over the fact that during the first two years of working at a job they could be, get this, fired. Oh my God. Fuckin socialists.

The first night there, on the metro back to my shitty hostel on the other side of town as the rest of the kids in the london center, I totally ran in to Nams, a friend of mine from home who, unbeknownst to me, had taken a semester off to travel Europe. Some people just have too much money for their own good. Either way, she had to leave at 7AM for Marseille so I hung out with her and her boyfriend all night, getting very wasted. Like everytime I am with her, there was of course, some drug usage, for you see, she is forever surrounded in a haze of pot smoke. Woot woot.

The next day, after my two hours of sleep, was the absolutely amazing Musee d'Orsay, the Eiffel Tower (for the 7th time), and hangin' out around Paris. The following day was by far the most interesting. Mike and I met up at Notre Dame, and walked around while masses were taking place. I don't think I have ever seen a church so packed. After, we went to the Jardins du Luxembourg and literally vegged out until Annie showed up 1 1/2 hours later. It was then time to head to Montmartre, the capitol of the Bohemian lifestyle, peep-shows, and of course, home to the Musee de l'Erotisme. On the way there, however, I got stopped on the Metro for cheating the system, and after giving the guy the beratement of his life, was fined 45 Euros. Motherfuckers. Afterwards, we got very drunk off of these cheap plastic water-bottle bottles of wine and went to the sex museum, before hopping onto the metro, once again, and flying home.

This trip was officially my last time going to Paris. I really do just hate the French. They suck.

Today, after the long journey home, uncluding a late-night bus ride because the fuckin tube was closed early, I woke up to a very sick feeling in my stomach, which quickly led to the expulsion of all the french food I had eaten. I guess my body really just wanted to get rid of everything French. I have spent the rest of today falling in and out of me sleepy-feverish state, before finally going to a pharmacy and getting the same thing that is prescribed for bird-flu: Tamiflu! No, I don't have bird flu, as this has lasted only a day, but I just thought it was funny because the thickly-accented Arab pharmacist was like, "This what they give for bird flu...all flu really, but now bird flu." Now all I have to do is find the cure for French stupidity and all will be right with the world.