Au revoir

I'd like to make a note that spell check isn't working (or else I've spelled everything correctly, which I doubt) and I'm not on my own computer, so I'm just going to leave everything misspelled!!! If that bothers you... don't read this, call me instead.
Today my plane leaves at 2:50 pm... so what am I doing up at half past 8? Okay, so perhaps that really isn't that early. Sari left an hour ago, we got home at 3:30 this morning, so she really didn't get much sleep... poor thing, she's sick too.
Anyway, it is apparent that I suck at keeping a blog, sorry Markman (if you even know it exist). But hopefully this last entry (unless something outragiously cool happends on the plane and I feel so compelled to write about it on my dail up) will be slightly interesting to Summer's Mom and Max.
At the moment I'm hanging out at Kristine's apartment until my cab comes. I'm a little bored (perhaps why I'm blogging), I think the batteries in my alarm clock went out, so going back to sleep isn't an option (bad idea anyway). But back to wrapping up this Parisian experience....
It was lovely, but I'll be frank--Paris is Paris, Paris is not Pariadice. I do hope to return someday (more sooner than later), but if I do, I must know more French. And incase anyone is wondering right now, "What you actually thought of the French," I'll answer that. I thought they were great, of course there were some assholes here and there, but assholes are universal. Other than that, their English sucked, but their smiles were big, they were helpful (most of the time), they aren't quite as lazy as I thought, the men were nice, and they seemed to enjoy Americans (a common quote I came across: "We love American's, we just don't like your leader")
I had intentions about ever 2 weeks or so to write funny stuff that happend from day to day, unfourtunatly... life gets busy and well, I for got about my bloggy blog blog blog. Now... if I can recall some of those stories. Until something comes to mind, I have one that happend about 20 minutes ago. I'm walking back from the ATM, a bus stops, a woman gets off, her mouth stuffed full of something (crakers perhaps??) and asks, "jumble-mumble-jumble...fire..crunch crunch.. lighter," while motioning that she needs a lighter for her cigerette. Woah.. Je ne fume pas. Haha?
After I fininished school, I left good old 17 Rue Bertollet (my actual adress, the one on facebook is where my mail goes... but I see no one took advantage of that :P) On May 26 I took a midnight train (well.. 11:15) to Munich. It was nice, my big adventure, thanks to Duet for bribing me not to go to Turkey with a Eurail pass. After Munich I went to Hamburg to see Fabi, Jayleen and Andy. From there Berlin and then Milano (btw, it doesn't have much for tourism.. only shopping, I wouldn't advice staying more than two days). Then from Milano to Switzerland, which was the most asthetically pleasing and had the best weather of the whole trip, the company was pretty good too. Anyway, back to the point of this story... which will probably not be that funny, but alas..... Sari and I were sitting in a park having a drink (btw, if you find a bar in Milano that's open on the weekdays, let me know... because I'm pretty sure there aren't many, if any). So were talking.. weaving out of serious conversation and rubbish talk. There were three dudes sitting at the table next to us, one was cute. Oh, Italian men were way less agressive than I expected, perhaps we were just lucky and didn't meet any of the creepy ones. And another side note, someone told me that the Italians speek English well and they're very helpful and friendly. Now, I can't generalize for all of Italy, but at least in Milano... not so much on the pervious statement. So no one speeks much English or really understands it either, but no biggy, I'm used to this sorta thing by now. All of a sudden, this girl in really really tight white pants comes over to the table with the dudes, the cute one gets up and walks off with her. I said to Sari, "Aww, the cute one left with white pants girl." I didn't think too much of the comment really, until one of his friends turns around and says, "Don't worry, he'll be back soon and you'll get your chance." Woah! Where did the sudden English comprehention/speeking ablities come from.. and why now? Why this comment? Why not, "Hey, I think this metro ticket machine is broken... how do we get a ticket?!" Well anyway, it was still amusing and he assured me that the guy would be back and I really could have my turn. (Side note, I wasn't actually interested, but if I was that would have been bad news, because tight white pants girl could have kicked my ass hands down... so looked pretty into him).
*sigh* Enough with the stories... although, I forgot this blogging business is pretty fun. Maybe I'll keep one while I'm at home over the summer. I think I'll pass. But perhaps one more post, with pictures.. and news of anything exciting that may occure between now and then.
So this is my good-bye, to Europe and Paris. To the metro and train system, to the bready sandwiches I adapted to, to pretty bulidings, old school monuments, Berty and your over priced art supplies, knitting Tuesday mornings with Susan, excessive shopping options, Paris American (may you someday use a syllabus), nice McDonalds (you're a lot better in Europe), L'vert Or, the Boucherie, Franprix, dude at Franprix, Moufftard, "Greek" (but really Turkish) food, being legal, pasta sides, Port Royal, Le Bon Marche', BHV, crappy bubble gas water, crappy French food, our big apartment, people not having credit on cell phones, RAIN!, the daily exchange rate, Oliver, cat calls and eye contact, Le Royal, diso tecs, walk all over, pretty things and everyone I've met.
I'll miss my Paris. *kiss kiss* Ciao.
Euro to USD: $1.26