Flyin' high

i'd give you the price i paid for that, but it'd just piss you off a little more. 

 

 

$319. non-stop.

Chronique d'une rupture annoncée.

dis donc encore une de ces périodes où j'avais oublié que j'avais un blog. d'un côté ça me rassure, ça doit vouloir dire que j'étais occupée dans la 'vraie' vie.

 

you know what's worse than a surprise break-up ? yep, knowing that the break-up is happening in 11 weeks and 1 day. and i'm going through a trial separation right now and turns out, not fun either! i hear it's 'expiration dating'. Paris hasn't been treating me that well, of course all i've been doing is lonely suburb to ugly campus via stinky train, so maybe it doesn't count. i had to switch from grande skinny caramel macchiato to tall latte, and ps, if you can't afford starbucks, where the hell do you study ?? you don't is probably the answer. 

alright we are now done with the winy part of this program, there has to be a reason why people think living in france is awesome, and i will find it. last finals this friday, i'm still trying to make it to the christmas party, and a girls' day out is always exciting. i might never get back to speaking french though, i just like myself better in english.