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Opened up a bank account. Heres my social. 339-69-5624. You can rob me.

Kit-kats, lays, french pringles, le petit ecolier biscuits, chunky chocolate chip cookies, milk, croissants, chicken sandwich, french pizza, SNICKERS, nutella, madeleins, pasta, sour gummy candies, clementines, yogurt, apple sauce, orange juice(fresh squeezed and non), tea, eggs, salmon, NYC bagels from the American grocery store, and more pasta describe my intentional junk food week-end. Back to reality. I'll be a typical American and go for a jog. 

The Incredible Hulk with Lou Ferigno, probably one of the best shitty movies I've ever seen. The part in the end where he is attacking the bad guys in the plain and then he falls out of nowhere.

People are outside at the bar screaming about soccer all the damn time. Ça m'ennerve. 

Cooked dinner for myself tonight. Typical. Sausage, tomato, cream sauce with big ol' "Leader Price" shells. 

Should clean this poop den called my room. Tomorrow I start classes. Conversation and intercultural Communication. 

Ciao. 

yog.

if i hadn't posted in a while, this blog wouldn't be in the human language. i've been going to orientation and intensive language classes.  i just got back from an uphill jog and my lungs feel like they are about to collapse. its heartburn x 6. went out to dinner last night, delicious. my mouth tastes like blood right now and when i breath it sounds like darth vader in a tanning booth. i saw a little darth when i was eating with my mom the other day. he didn't finish his wine. got a cell phone like two days ago. oh ya important thing

I deleted my facebook. its time to go out into the real world and stop wasting my time with the banksnank bulsheez double MCcheese. start classes on the 25th. im taking;

intercultural communication

conversation

grammar

20th century french novel

&

avante garde artists (from fauvism to new realism)

whats up doc?

oyyy, took the 9 train to the 4 train to le puce. I think it's spelled like that, but anyways its a flea market. Une puce is a flea, so 2+2=67. Hopefully, not all flea markets suck as much as this one, I'm sure there are betters. Other than that its back to wine and goat cheese and baguettes at the hotel. Miss you guys, not too much yet. hehe. just being honest. 

Here's a mental fix for you in Heaven Swan. I know its not as good as the real thing, but hell. We will miss you. See ya in hell fucker. 

My kisses go to Luke Swan today, even from Paris. 

Kiss, Kiss. 

I'm still an American. 

Bastille.

Yesterday was a blast and a sixth. 

First went to lunch with mamon and god a pepper steak avec des frites. Then met up at Leo and Elsa's(some really cool French siblings I met in Chicago so much thanks to Tim Anderson and The Balloggs!) house and had some vin rouge. Went to a French restaurant and had a beefsteak avec des frites, mousse and espresso for dessert. (Lots of steak and fries pour moi. Phew Wee) Apres ca, mon ami et moi went out to a bar by the Bastille and and after that went over to a bar in the republique area, by my hotel. So much fun, and for tonight? 

Dinner with ma mere and maybe movie later at Leo and Elsas. 

Muah, Ciao, Bisou, Bisou. 

Bonjour mes amis!

Hola. It's my third day in Paris, I think. I'm at the McDonalds right now and Katie Perry's Waking up in Vegas is playing. Lot's of American music here and everyone pretty much speaks English, for the most part. It snowed last night and if I were in Chicago, I wouldn't be able t drink as much. Vin rouge everyday. (Red wine.) Yesterday I visited Le Musee D'Orsay and saw some original Gaugin, Degas, and a plethora of other amazing art. Ben speaking a lot of French, I'm improving already! It i were to rename my blog it would be called "yellow haired bunny ice cream." Maybe. But anyhow I'm going to a friends house who I met in Chicago tonight. I'm having fun and not missing Chicago, but I'm sure I will be soon! Bisou Bisou (kisses, kisses) Give someone I love a kiss today. A bientot. 

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Almost Outta Chicago

I'm nearly gone. 

I'm feeling a lot.

Good bye Chicago, almost. 

Paris, À bientôt.