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Bonjour (:

J’écris en français parce-que j’écoute a une groupe française. Quand j’étais á paris j’ai recontreé avec des amis de ma correspondant, et l’un d’entre eux est dans une groupe, Golden Machine.Il s’appelle Gregoire. Il est beau (: Une autre amie, Camille (TROP gentille!) a les chansons de Golden Machine sur sa portable, et elle a joué les beaucoup! Maintenant ils sont dans mon cerveau toujours. Donc, j’écris en français a cause de ça.

Have I told you about France? Not properly. Well, then, I will now! I was super-cool! Staying in St Cloud (pronounced san cloo) was pretty amazing, because it is on a bit of a hill beside Paris, so the views are amazing. My pen-friend’s aunt’s apartment has a rooftop terrace, where we sat while the sun went down, and watched the Eiffel Tower sparkling.

It was quite amazing. Hanging out with Chirine’s friends was fun, after I got used to them, and got more comfortable speaking French. The first few days were not nice, though. I didn’t know how to act, or what to do, or anything! I felt very self concious, also. What is it about the French? Their air of cool is quite intimidating (the Spanish and Italians have it too. What happened to the Irish? Why are we so AWKWARD?) And they were all very beautiful. I felt a bit like a person with boils all over their face, in a room full of models. I felt like Uggo. (hah) At the beginning I understood very little. So, whenever anyone laughed I was sure it was at me. But after a while I understood more, and then I was able to pick up what a conversation was about, at least. So I knew when they were talking about me, and when they weren’t. And I started to enjoy myself!

I think the highlight of my trip was going on the METROOO! I took pictures, want to see?

The whole thing was a great experience. It was very lucky of me to get to hang out with typical French teenagers, an insight into the culture! Even so, I do want to go back, and do the touristy things properly. I mean, I saw the Eiffel Tower, but didn’t climb it. I saw the Mona Lisa, but didn’t see anything else in the Louvre. I went shopping, but in chain stores, not wonderfully unique Parisian vintage shops or anything. It was great, but WATCH OUT PARIS, I’LL BE BAAACKKK!

Also, on a completely different note, I found pictures from last December, when I ripped up a pair of tights. I know Susie Bubble did something similar recently, but I swear I did it ages ago! (Does anyone remember? I wore them once, when we were making stuff for the trade fair.. ) Anywhoo, I think it’s kind of blog worthy, and just because they were taken like six months ago doesn’t mean they should be lost in some folder on my computer, does it? No! That would be wasteful, and we can’t be wasteful in this day and age, what with global warming and oil prices and all that jazz.

So here are the pictures (: