Blogging again!

Hey everyone,
So I know it's been a long time since I've written anything, and most of you have probably stopped reading, but it's nearing the end, so I figured I might as well give some sort of sense of my time here. I definitely gave myself a big task with the whole "assignment" thing trying to fit with school, but once I'm done in a couple weeks maybe I'll put some of those up. For now I'm going to put up some tidbits from my journal, and they might be out of order or out of context, but they'll definitely give you a sense of what I've been up to. Things in parentheses are extra explanations for you.

6/5/10
I fuckin love my life here. Today is amazing. I got up a little late, but I made it to class just on time. I had to take the 21 bus up to Auguste Blanqui and then walk to stupid St. Jacques cuz they've closed Glacière (my closest metro stop) pour travaux till August! It's not so bad though, the 21 goes straight to the classes on St. Michel by Luxembourg, so that's still rather convenient. Anywho... We had Romantisme at the museum of Maison de Balzac over by Passy on the 6.

The beginning parts were dec, here's paintings of people he knew and the desk he wrote on, etc. but the last room on the top floor was fuckin amazing! They had the original printing blocks of the illustrations from his books. The detail and personality in each one was awesome, but they're only a few inches square each. They had every character I think, and we could find Colonel Chabert (which we read in lit). I took pictures of as many amazing ones as I could before the class moved on and I didn't wanna miss what he said. The bottom room was sweet too: all caricatures from journaux, mostly critiquing "constitutional" king Louis-Philippe as a pear, haha.


Then I went with Antonia and Amira a bit of the way outa there, took the RER A for the first time (where we saw a guy halfway through eating a whole pie!) to Châtelet. The Monop' (small version of a common supermarket) in the level that connects all the RER trains has the best fuckin juice. Me and Alex discovered it the day we went for a picnic in Bois de Vincennes. So I got the juice and a wrap for lunch and got to trying to find my way outa the station (no easy task). Châtelet's a fuckin bitch to navigate, but there's surprises around every corner! I went up and down some stairs, down a few tunnels and heard violins, and decided to follow the sound.
I've seen them before, but it was nice to take some time to stop and listen to this big sting group that playis in the tunnels. They're amazing! They played Bach first (I only caught the tail end) and then went into Pachabel's Canon! Ooh! Brought chills! I have some change and went up the stairs outa the crowd. i was about to leave when the higher line of the violin 1 snagged something in my heart and I had to turn back. I had fuckin tears in my eyes for the whole end of the song. Fuckin beautiful! And with each note echoing off the metro walls it can't get any better.

I even found my way out rather swiftly after that (down a tunnel curving left, down some stairs, sharp right and up an escalator, right again, through the doors, left, and up the stairs to Rue de Rivoli). Now I'm in the park around the tour St. Jacques on a bench in the sun with beautiful flowers on the trees in front of me, birds chirping in the tree above me, and these 2 little kids playing and running back and forth along the gravel path. So cute!


Aight, I'm gonna go find some flats to dress up my outfit for the ballet at Opera Garnier tonight! and then I'm off to class to discuss some Flaubert. Tootles!