bridges and balloons

so last weekend i went to paris, bought a cool army jacket and some awesome oxford shoes with weird granny heels that i'll probably saw off eventually, ate some good jewish food and some pretty good tartare, got sick from the vintage dust, found my new favorite store called Kiliwatch (best vintage store ever- a wall of leather skirts and denim shirts), rediscovered my distaste for large groups of people and metros and hearing english in france, saw gorgeous people that i was too nervous to ask to photograph, went to a rockabilly bar and took some green shots with the owner, met a 50-something spaniard who gave me the best hash i've ever smoked because i reminded him of a lion (my hair was curly) and somehow knew everything about me, and laid around being sick the rest of the time.

this week ive been trying to get better. drinking ass loads of tea and soup. bought some medicine from the pharmacy but none of it seems to really do anything. they're really different from america- you go up to the person and say what you want and they pick a brand for you. i'm sure french people know what kind they want but i kind of get my stuff par hasard. the lady gave me some disgusting cough drops. ugh theyre so sick. theyre brown and gooey squares. i'll put pictures up soon of everything ive been mentioning. its just a pain in the ass, you know. also, this week i decided i want to see how long i can grow my nails until i get too grossed out. i have way too much free time...

things i miss this week: walgreens or any other 24 hour drug store, my long hair, my incredible friends (they're the best the world has to offer, no doubt), spicy salsa (french people cant handle hot foods), carpeted floors, air ventilation, driving around (i really really really want to rent a car and go on a road trip- drake style)

things that are good: dimitri is a really sweet guy. and that makes me feel good about myself. and margaux might start dating his "flatmate" so that means doubledatessss! but he's always being all nice and wanting to do stuff and is romantic which is kind of weird (like cheesy kissing in the rain kind of stuff). he pretends to like my music- well i mean he lets me play whatever i want even if its weird joanna newsom at a party and he doesnt say like oh this sucks. he's really not my "type" (rich, business school, not a musician, wears diesel jeans, loves kid cudi) but i guess it wont kill me to hang out with some different kinds of people especially when he's cute enough to remind me about daylight savings time here. which is tomorrow in case anyone was wondering. had no idea it was different than in the states.
also ive started going to more classes, but my grades are still good so i dont really think my absences are going to be a big deal.

i just really want to get well. this coughing must be annoying to my neighbors. constant hacking and spitting and nose blowing. where does all this snot come from? im pretty postive its coming out of my eyes too.

well im sleepy and cant think of anything else noteworthy to mention. oh wait- i'm going to paris on april 3rd with my art history class to see the musee d'orsay and the opera! pretty excited to have some alone time to chill out there and not worry about following margaux's speedy ass everywhere. oh and i saw a really cool beetle the other day. (i am slowly but surely turning into my mother.)

wish you all were here,
xoxo,
sara