jesus' prostitute companion has some ish buried here. please, refrain from using flash photography

dear all


this will be short becayse frankly im way too busy and glamerous to be dealing with all u little people. but a wise man once told me to be nice to the little people that u stepped on to get to where you are today ... so i here i am

anyways, im writing now bc i am leaving for a week (we have a reading week called "la semaine pedologique--> im about 89% sure i spelled ghat wrong, but u probably dont know french and wont know the difference. mwahahaha) and i wanna ya know, drop in and say hellow so u dont think i fell off the face of the earth when you dont hear from me for a week.

im going toooo LONDON! hellzzz yee! and dublin!! me and karima will be wed-saturday in london, staying with seth, then off to dublin saturday afternoon-tuesday where we will be staying with 10 strangers in a mixed female-male hostel. mad sexcapades. our flight from london to dublin was only a whoppin 5 pounds. but with the dollar-pound exchange rate that translates to roughly..uh... 700 dollars. well not quite but it aint far. and from what i understand this week is going to be the worst dollar-pound ratio in the past 6 years or something becuase the us is lowiering its interests rates to deal with the falling husing market??? jigga whhaaaa... i dont remember i-finance or i-trade so all those words i just uttered sounded vaguely familiar to me but were void of any real meaning. all i know is im screwwwed. i cant believe americans go to study there. i can hardly believe im studing in europe. 1.4 exchange rate? yikes.

ok i need to stop showing the world how cheap i can be, i can be really cheap and its not very becoming. o well. i dont think of it as cheap as much as an appreciation for the less expensive things in life. anyhoo, back to london... i better run into scary spice. and if not scary at least sporty. sporty spice sucked... whenever we did spice girl dances in elementary and middle school (..freshman year of college) no1 ever wanted to be sprty. ginger was popular.. baby too. sporty no so much. o man im siked.

speaking of travels...

this past weekend i went to burgandy.. the land of cows and mustard. its a province in the east of france with mad history. im not sure exactly what went down there... dukes and princes and having to save the princess from bowzer's castle and mario and luigi.. blah blah... furthermore, AP euro has escaped my memory... but it was beautiful. so old. we went to a tiny town called vezalay which still had buildings and architecture from before 1400. like.. thats so old. and like... im so profound. no but fo realz it was very strange to be standing and looking at things that people int he frakin 15th century stood on and looked at. the oldest thing in my town is the Acme supermarket. well thats not true. acme is not in my town but the town over so i really cant take ownership of its 1970s retro decor. im sure theres old stuff in plainsboro but im equally sure no1 reading this cares so ill just move on.. in vezalay we had a tour of the church where mary magdalen's relics were burried. that was the most indepth tour i have ever been on... our tour guide left not a signle thing to the imagination. a little less tour0guide action definitely wouldn;t have killed anyone. in fact im sure it would have salvaged a small part of my soul which died during the exruciatingly detailed tour. all she needed to do was walk us to the place and point to the relics and summed up with an all emcompassing comment like: "jesus' prostitute companion has some ish buried here. please, refrain from using flash photography"i think that woudl have sufficed. but after the tour we got to see a really nice view of the surrounding countryside from the highest point in the town, so i guess refraining from suicide attempts throughout the tour was not done completely in vain.

we also went to chamblis which is where they make the famous french white wine named chamblis. we did a "degustation" --> ca veut dire "wine tasting". crunk at 11am?? hellz yee. the town was tiny and i dont think more than 50 people could possibly want to live there. i kept noticing that every building had a satelite tv dish on the roof. and lots of cars and car dealerships. i put two and two together and realized that anyone living there tries to distract themselves from the boredem by watching mad prison break on satelite tv or driving far far away to another livlier town. but it was really charming and beautiful nonetheless. (prison break wasnt a random reference... french people love that ish. ive never seen it but i have been asked on more than one occuassion by a frenchie if i watch prison break in the us. i usually reply "no, i have more sophisticated things to watch, like my super sweet sixteen". then i scoff, roll my eyes, give 'em the old "talk to the hand" motion and then walk away)

those two towns were visited on saturday... sat night and sunday day we were in dijon. it was a nice place with even nicer food. although, everytime i go to other cites besides paris i always find myself underwhelmed. i love paris. paris, je t'aime. sorry its cliche but its trye. it really is the most amazing city. i prefer it to new yoork... new york is too big for me. too aggressive and in-yo-face. paris is a bit more managable. smaller, more quaint, more subtle but retains teh big city cosmopolitan feel. and theres mad immigrants here and i like to be in places that are not homogeneous and have a mix of lots of different ethnicities and cultures and blah blah. but anyways,,, back to dijon... it was a very quiet city. the whole time i was there i kept hinking how i was SO close to studying there for a year. they have a sciences-po campus there which specializeds in eastern european studies. if i had gone there i would have been able to continute taking russian intensively instead of the measily 2 hours i take at sciences po paris. but luckily my mom talked me out of dijon... thank goodness. im very happy with my decision.

last stop on last weekend's excursion was fontenay abbey... basically this little isolated private grounds place where monks chilled in like 1200 ad. it is one of those UNESCO world heritage sites. it was in the middle of burgandy countryside and it was really beautiful. i took mad pics of this past trip and one day u can look at them on facebook but for now ur gona have to hold ur horses bc im too lazy to post them.


so yeahhhh im out. peace. in the middle east.