The Paris Project: Il y a 21 ans

09/20/2009

The Paris Project: Il y a 21 ans

November 30, 1988: I might have to buy a new Carte Orange tomorrow -- or I might not, considering the goddam Metro is on strike. Actually, the only line which is completely shut down is line number 11, Chatelet, Hotel de Ville, Rambuteau, Arts & Metiers, Republique, Goncourt, Belleville, Pyrenees, Jourdain, Porte de Lilas, Marie de Lilas. That's right, I know the whole goddam line, backwards and forwards.

I got a B+ on my first paper, which is pretty good considering that grades were lower than Anne Berger's (Hamburger's) normal grades at Cornell. Holly got an 'A' and Susu got an 'A-,' so I hang out with smarty-pants. I took this picture of a well in Bourgogne, and it turned out rather strange: it could basically be any inner-body passage -- Pam said 'vagina,' although it could be anything, it's really strange. Guillaume's mother wants to paint a picture of it so she will break out of her non-creative slump. Which extends to her chocolate mousse, according to her anyway. I hope she pulls out fo this down period, she says that she's just not with it lately, although I of course think everything's fine, except for a few tense moments between her and Guillaume. I'd rather not get too involved, but there are other situations which make me even more thankful to be where I am:

1) Jenny 'Awful': no sense of timing, this one, it's no wonder her French mother is 'bulimic, completely insane, and masochistic.' She annoys her purposefully now, it'd be worth seeing on film. She's not allowed to open the windows or sit in the salon or anything. What a drag. I can certainly testify to the benefits of moving. (Sorry Mme...I'm psyched that I almost forgot your name, Russel.)
2) Rebecca got a note from this 36-year-old man who is in charge of the apartment where she and his 19-year-old (18 perhaps) girlfriend live. 'Caroline' is a bit weird. The letter said that Rebecca did not keep her room clean enough, that she used too much jelly and butter or something stupid like that, and that she used her soap and toothpaste. Rebecca knows that she pays for the entire apartment with her rent, it's like something is really strange here. Anyway, she's moving, too. I felt bad at dinner because I gave her shit for being so obsessed with men. 'Franklin called and he was like 'I'm not sure if I love you anymore' and I was like 'you can't change your mind every week and it doesn't matter anyway because I have a boyfriend here,' and he said 'well have you slept with him?' and I said 'I have,' because that's such a big deal for Franklin, even though I don't like Jean anymore, I've had it with men, I have.' That's when I gave her shit about her obsession with men and then she spilled out her other story and I felt bad. I'm planning to see a movie with her next week.

I ate dinner tonight at this place called Mother Earth's, an American restaurant near Les Halles, it was filling and fun. I'm writing so much more now that I have this pen, it's really too bad I didn't have one like it from the start. I'm planning on going to Pompidou tomorrow all day to write my paper on Latin America. I hope the goddam Metro is running. It should be interesting and I'm kind of in the work mode.

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Merci pour les souvenirs, Matthieu!

Posted by: Susu | 09/21/2009 at 10:13 AM

Je t'en pris, Susu!!!

On Mon, Sep 21, 2009 at 10:14 AM, wrote:

Posted by: Matthew Gallaway | 09/21/2009 at 10:18 AM

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