slip and go! what can be better?!

its been so long since i have written in this here bitty. actually, that is a lie. ive written about 3 times since my last official post but i always start and never finish an entry and i dont wanna give y'all an unfinished post so i leave them to finish later. later soon becomes never. this may be the fate of this here post.. considering im starting to write it at 2am the ngiht before my 10am class. 10am doesnt seem so early to u ungrateful peeps who live on a college campus and have the luxury of waking up 9 minutes before class... brushing teeth and having enough time to arrive only like 3 minutes late. well thats what i did all last year anywways... i had it down to a science, really. here u gotta commute like woah. gotta leave 40 minutes minimum to get to class (that does not include the tooth-brushing time)... adn the wearing pjs to class dont fly here... something baout paris being the fashion capital of the world... but looking at me u probably wouldnt think it, as i am still wearing the hideous imitation converse sneakers i bought on sale at dsw last thanksgiving break on a (badly judged) impulse. but these sneakers dont have shoe laces so i can just slip them on and go! slip and go!.. .i mean cmon.. what can be better!? anyays... i have decided that from now on i will try and write more frequent but shorter posts so that i can actually finish them and then the phenomon of not wanting to write bc i have so much to catch y'all up on will fade away in the abyss of old-habits. i am hoping hideous-sneaker ]-wearing will also fade away into this forementioned abyss but i remain cynical on the liklihood of that point
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ok soo.... where to behin...

(this is about the point where i usually stop writing and go to bed but im gonna push through and endure. push push! i feel like giving birth. and yes, i know what that feels like. dont judge me... u dont even KNOW meee f*ck y'all! f*ck y'all! [that was meant to be read in the voice of the 14 year old pre-pubescent girls that Maury has on his emmy-deserving daytime talkshow.. u know what im talkin bouttt, the laquisha who wants a baby and has slept with like 45 guys and the slightly/obesely over-weight badly made-up mama who is crying to maury in the corner cuz she dont know what went wrong. father figures people.. father figures!]) ummm... well... ive been a'travelin'! london, ireland, slovakia, austria, and soon to come EGYPT and israel for xmas break. ya know, gotta make my rounds and make a shout out to my peeps. which peeps u ask? all of them, as we are all brothers and issters in the global community. im taking this "le monde arabe contemporain" class and its my first real middle east class besides this islam one i took freshman year but everything that happened to me freshman year is a blur so that doesnt really count. wow that sounds like i was some boozin' raging alcoholic with a serious chance of ending up as the rape victim on an episode of law and order SVU (such a great show.. watched it dubbed in french the other week but it just wasnt the same) but thats not what i meant. i dont know what i meant. its 2am leave me alone. but anyways.... after taking this class im a lot more interesed in midddle east ish and so the egypt trip is gonna be pretty dope. ya heard??

i need to write a separate entry about slovakia bc it was so cool and u know, a real rekindling wiht my former soviet bros and hos. also, a rekindling with my innards as i vomitted up everything that has ever been through my intestinal track in the past 6 months due to self-diagnosed food poisoning. i dont know what was up with me but my usual stomach of steel decided to peace out and go on strike (the french-ness is rubbing off on him... more greves starting tomorrow by the by...AHH!!!! i hate them. i hate democracy.) the one week i went to bratislava and ate more meat and potatoes than are available in most small third world countries. i will tell about this laterr. and i iwll put up pictures. later. later later later...

at this point.. i will copy-paste a message i sent to this indian girl i know, summarizing my life in about 4 sentences because i really should be hittin the hay. and y aknow... i think itll do the job: aight here it is
1) i got a new apartment!! woo hoo with this awesome little french girl names camille who is SOOO nice and french! im moving in after new years, but i still have to telll my host mom for sure that im moving out.. i told her it was a possibility and then she offered to lower the rent to make me stay. but i dont wanna sooo this will end in a very awkward discussion that i should have had with her 2 days ago but alas im a chicken shit and have been avoiding it.

2) im leaving ofr CAIRO in one week from today... one week from this very moment actually. ill be there for about two weeks visiting alysa and karima has family in cairo so she will be there too. and we goin to jerusulem for xmas so we wont be stuck in land of muslims for jesus' bday

3) ive just been going to class, work (at the cnadaian bar... dunno if i told u about that but i got a job about a month ago so i could better integrate and try and speak some more french cuz i was finding i never spoke french... a lot of english speaking at the bar but a lot of the custumers are french so thats good). but yeahhh and just generally chillin. u know the drill...


aight my ninkumpoops... thats my life so far. in a shell. a nutshell, if u will. just kidding, its a turtle shell. wiggedy wiggedy. okkkkk peace. in the middle east. no wait... this time im serious about that because im going there and i would really like for there to be peace so as to not die.

o speaking of dying.... there was a bomb that went off in paris (yikes!) and it went off littereally ONE block from my house in the 8th. its like the chiquest hood this side of the seine sooo u can imagine peeps astonisment. but anyways... the important thing to note is that i didnt have a panic attack when i found out. thos who know me even slightly.. know that i have an irrational fear of being hit by terrorists (good thing im going to mid east right?) but seriously... its an issue. usually im jsut irrationally scared while on public transportation.. metro,bus, planes, not velib though. clearly. but yeah, to the point if i have an inexplicable "gut feeling" something is about to go down.. like some loud noise or a particilar shakey metro ride will usually spur it, i get off the metro and walk the rest of the way. but yeah so the bomb was acutally a good thing (not good but u know... good in a everythign has a silver lining kind of way) bc my lack of panic-attack shows that maybe im getting over my terrorist paranoia??? or maybe i was in a daze when the police guy told me not to step any closer bc there was a bomb that when off 10 yards away. yikes. good thing im moving into that new appartment in the 19th (just so u know... the 19th arrondissement is ghetto. like.. i know im a pretty much as ghetto superstar as one comes but this place is shady. at least theres no bombs. muggings yes, but no bomb-diggities.) anyways.. the bomb was targetted at some lawyer's office so maybe thats why it didnt scare me.. bc i dont envision myself ever being a lawyer and thus not receiving strange bomb-filled xmas packages. but i do envision myself being a civilian so the whole bombs in trains things scares me. my logic=gold

also, right now paris is pretty with christmas lights all over. really brings out the consumer in me.. err.. i mean the christian. the christian in me. jk.. no christianity herrrrrrre! just paganism. always paganism.

ok...its 2:32... bed bed bed! bon nuit

(o also.. i did already tell host mama france im moving out for sure... the message i sent to indian girl is a day old.. but needless to say she hates me now and alas i am on yet another person's death list. hers and the "terrorstis"...jfskdjfnsd). but ill talk more about that later. and bout slovakia. ok good. bye. fo. realz. this. time.