Get Bill Gates some binoculars and say look out for MEEEE

Last night I realized I moved to Paris ha .... kinda late I know but it hadn't hit me till I was fully situated into my apt and going out for drinks with friends. I also realized I've been a horrible tourist and haven't taken any pictures that would help anyone realize that I moved here aka touristic pictures. I do have a couple of pictures though ... here's one with me and all my new friends ... 

So anyways the weirdest things have happened to me whilst being here ... I took the metro last weekend to meet up with Duda and his crew only to be harassed by a SDF (french pc term for creepo homeless dude) ... he decided that I didnt look french or maybe it was because I was talking on my cell phone in english that I was an AMERICAN TERRORIST ... this is NOT a joke ... he started to yell at me (in french mind you) that I've come to their country as a terrorist and that I had big plans to do evil things to french people (I think evil is a subjective term anyways) Needless to say I got off at the next stop and changed cars ... my heart beating out of my chest ... cuz duh ... I'm Canadian. 

I've officially moved into my apartment and its fabulous .... Its like really big .. you can totally fit like 3 people in here comfortably ... despite its small living spaces it does have a lofted bed (and as my old roommate A pointed out, I really have a thing for lofted beds) ... its right in the center of the 5th arrondissement and I can literally (almost) see the Notre Dame Cathedral from my window .. if I lean wayy wayy out ha ... Here is a pict of the view so you can all be jealous. And for you smart asses the cathedral is in the other direction .... 

Well I'm off to Londontown to meet up with my best friend whom I haven't seen in almost 2 yearss and she might actually be crazier than me (I say actually out of politeness because this girl is fucking NUTS) ... I hope to survive the weekend and in my most famous words ... this can only end with one of us in jail or arrested .... 

MISS YOU ALL

bisous

"Would you buy a shirt if it cut you?"

Sooo lately I've been thinking .... I take a LOT of shit from my shoes. Yea I said it, fuck them. Im pretty sure I've lost feeling in my right foot big toe and I have all kinds of battle wounds from various footware. So the other day I was out with friends (don't all laugh at once ... I'm starting to make some) and one of the girls, lets just call her O, decided to take the subway home with me instead of walking to her nearish apt. I know that the champagne may have been talking but it defintely reached out to me when she started to complain about her shoes. And here goes the monologue (and I quote):

"I just don't get it, why do women insist on wearing shoes that hurt, shoes that cut you ... its not like you'd go to a store try on a shirt that cut you  and be like YUP i'll take that one??" 

GOLD. Yes pure gold ... Id have to agree 100% but then again I did just buy two really cute pairs of shoes todayy ahh c'est la vie ... 

oh and paris update: Duda was in PAREE ... had a holiday friday... partied really hard this weekend ... saturday my body felt the reprocusions as did my wallet ... sucked it up and went out again Sat ... techno ... walked out of the club at 5am ... realize my backyard is the Notre Dame Cathedral .. fresh fruit .. fresh veggies .. fresh EVERYTHING ... had someone ask me for directions (highlight of my Paris career so far) oh and the friend list is at 10 ... its a work in progresss 

but i digress ... must get back to work 

bisous 

ps I have pictures coming I promisee