have i mentioned i got internet?

yes i did. set it up all by myself too. it's been part of the reason i've gone to bed so late every night this week (530am sat night/5am sun night/330am monday night), and we mustn't forget that i have class at 9am all three days i actually have class. gotta love them four day weekends.

in other news, tonight i go see spoon. how do i justify coming to paris to see american acts, since i've gotten some flack for it? well, in a couple of ways. first, it's already clear to me i'm not going to integrate into parisian culture. so, i might as well do some of the things i like to do (for others this takes the form of seeing american movies, but no one gets shit for that). plus, everyone knows the best way to even attempt integration is by finding a smaller niche in which to do so. for instance, i have met more french people than anyone else i know by embracing my jewishness (but not necessarily my judaism). so, i might as well try the hipster/indie scene here. in fact i'm very interested to see what it'll be like at the "pop sunday party" at the nouveau casino in the hipper-than-thou oberkampf area. i probably won't meet anybody, but the area's cool that maybe i'll be cool by just being there. isn't that how these things work?

in totally unrelated news, this girl christine told me a great pda anecdote yesterday as we passed notes during our three hour french university class. girl sits on guy's lap on metro, but, before starting the makeout session, she reaches into her bag, pulls out a hairnet, and puts her hair in it. obviously, she doesn't want to get her hair in guy's face, because that would so ruin the moment. or she has a serious case of head-lice.