french/american fusion.

that's what it felt like when i put my ipod on for the first time since i got here and sublime randomly came on. i walked down blvd. montparnasse with brad nowell singing about smoking two joints. might go to amsterdam this weekend where my dad will be staying at a sweetass hotel. but people here are discussing prague. qu'est-ce que je ferai?

yesterday i didn't do much besides continue unpacking and dealing with my digital camera. such a life i lead. i need to start planning where i'll go here and stuff like that. i plan to read the guidebooks in depth over shabbat which i'll be spending with my parent's friends. should be a good time. i sure as hell hope so.

the dinner last night wasn't with french kids, i dont know how i confused that. i accidentally switched groups and ended up at a boring table where no one spoke french and the "french" woman leader was actually from seattle but clearly wanted to identify as french (read: just criticized everything american, in an annoying, trying too hard sort of way). then we went over to the champs elysées to hang out with the french guys erica and i had met the night before. only we were in this sort of huge group which was kinda not what the guys were expecting, because they had like one bottle of wine waiting for us. oh well. i can't do these big groups anymore. i decided i hate this early transition period where people are making friends. i never feel like myself and i find it annoying. i know i'll eventually find the right people (it probably won't be in some group, like the way i'm hanging out with people now), but it's an unfun period.

so, the girls wanted to go dancing so we went to some kinda famous club called the latina cafe where everyone danced salsa. i did my part.

i wish i had more to say about the city and the people, but i don't yet. i need to hang out more, find my niche and stuff. i need to practice my french. well, classes start soon so that should all be possible.