First of all I would like to thank the jerk that took humho as a blogspot. I am pretty positive that we created the phrase HUM HO and all of the connotations that go along with it. And what is worse his blog isn't funny, or smart or EXISTENT. He hasnt written anything! What a fuck!
So the purpose of the blog is to keep in touch while we are in different parts of the world. And for those of us that graduate (a big fuck you to leslie smedley), we can keep writing as we are in different cities for grad schools or jobs.
Paris is amazing. I have never been so in love with a city. We live in an apartment in the 13 arrondisment. Its a nice little home for 4 months, but has only one mini fridge for four girls and a recent installment of terrifying curtains.
I had an awful trip into the city, because the night before I couldn't go out and was laying in bed with a 104 degree temperature. Then on the flight I threw up and could not fall asleep. Then when I finally arrived all of my roommates were here and I got the shitty bits of the apartment; no mirror, a broken shelf, and no curtains. So I asked the Housing department of the program for new curtains and they finally sent someone over yesterday. He had a thick Scottish accent so I kept asking him to repeat things. But he wasnt saying anything important, so I started just nodding along with whatever he said and reading Cosmo.
Not a good idea because after I finished taking a quiz on how willing I am to change for a guy, (Lindsay do you know what MO means? as in "If your friends were asked about your MO in a relationship what would they say?") I looked up and saw the Scott had actually GLUED fabric to my window. He was now saying:
"ouz gat a knee tacks heeya"
which is do you have any tacks here? NO. NO I DON'T. I didn't realize he would be gluing shit to my window, I think I could have done that. And he had other colors so I think he asked if it was okay to use red. Which if I would have understood him I would not have nodded along. I cannot understand Scottish accents. I couldnt read Irvine Welsh's Trainspotting or even finish watching Snatch (which I have tried on several occasions). Pretty sad.
But now the color, which blocks out any form of light, and the dripping glue looks like blood. I feel like I am living in the Reign of Terror, or just a goth 13 year old's bedroom.
Ugh.In other news I cannot break away from American culture. Seriously I am on facebook way too much and watching Weeds (fucking INCREDIBLE in season 4) and presidential debates. Hum ho, what are you going to do?
I did buy some GREAT Parisian boots and a new skirt. And I am going to get my hair cut like THIS.
All these things should help me be more French.
So that is about it, I am going out to a new bar tonight called Cafe Oz, and tomorrow is Nuit Blanche where the entire city including churches, train stations and museums stays open until 5 o clock in the morning.
Linds are you going to Fall Fest with Saves the Day? I still cannot believe they are playing at Pitt for free. They are one of my favorite bands, and I have liked them since freshman year of high school. Fall fest was my chance to make love with Chris Conley. Hum ho.
Okay, hope you are entertained by our first blog post. Hummmm ho.
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