The Paris Project: Il y a 21 ans

09/23/2009

The Paris Project: Il y a 21 ans

December 13, 1988. Three papers down, two to go. I turned in my paper on Tellmarch to Hamburger today. I swear, I should learn to keep my stupid mouth shut. The other day, I asked Allison how her paper was coming along or something stupid like that, and she asked me what I was writing on, and I said Tellmarch. Meanwhile, Andy was sitting there and he didn't even know who Tellmarch was, and he thought I was joking or something. So tonight I go downstairs at EDUCO and Andy was like 'Guess what! I wrote about Tellmarch.' So there you have it, and Hamburger will never know. I've been really lame in class lately, I never say a thing, but what the hell, it doesn't get my motor running.

Tomorrow, I have my last course of Latin American history. I hope that my paper wasn't too illegible. I'm buying shoes tomorrow, too. I would have bought them today, but I was embarrassed because my socks had holes all over the place. Paris is the last place to buy shoes when you have holes in your socks. I'm not kidding. I also got a haircut today -- I look like a total Eurofag, I'm not kidding, but what can you expect when you don't speak the language that well. It's a typical French haircut, oh well. When I got out of the place, I had to run to the nearest McDonald's to dunk my head under the faucet. (And dry it with TP, gross.)

Dreams I've had lately: 1) Ma came over and spoke French perfectly after a day except for the word 'impossible.' I think she grew up in France or something and never told anyone. 2) I was playing Ultimate on the third floor of this old house, but the third floor was lined with Parisian shops, and someone's Frisbee flew into one of the stores and set off an alarm. The police came and told us we'd have to move up a floor.

I forgot to write about that huge lunch on Sunday. What a weird lunch. Mme M and Guillaume, Christophe and his parents, and Aunt Judy and Uncle Louis. This one time, I was staring into space when I noticed the Christophe was pointing to his left, and I realized that Uncle Louis was rambling on about Ireland or something. Uncle Louis is a jerk. He said that Shawn's tape was American vomit. Guillaume hates Louis, who is anti-Semitic -- one of those 'the Jews rule the U.S.' types. Gilles was nice, but he's extremely possessive of his family. It's weird.

Today was great. During one of my therapy sessions with Mme. M, I told her that Guillaume says mean things to her because 'il se fache contre lui-meme.' Shawn would have been so proud of me -- I can't wait to tell him.

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