I cut my hair.
It was long. And if you want to know how long, it was long enough to touch go to the end of my chin. Now, it's short. Again. Like in before I left in May. Now I feel like I'm not in Paris anymore :(
J'ai faim
On another note, I can't stop eating. I'm craving nutella almost to the point where I begin to salivate. I eat whenever I can. I eat whenever I see somebody selling food. Last week I ate 3 dinners (one at Jon's house, and 2 plats at the restaurant), a bottle of wine and 2 beers, but I couldn't finish my 2nd beer because I was too full and seriously, could, not, move.
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jon! hope you're doing well. i thought i would share this quote with you from my french hiphop class (yes, hiphop! it's so freakin interesting). anyways, on race, and what it means in the world of hip hop and in general:
"C'est pas le fait d'etre Blanc ou Noir ou jeune, c'est que quand t'es dans la merde, si t'es dans la merde, n'importe quelle couleur que tu sois, tu y es dedans."
brilliant!
anyways, hope you are enjoying life, i'm starting to look into jobs there for after i graduate...
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