the love is thick thick

this will be a picture post tomorrow.

i keep realizing that france is actually different from america. and that culture isnt an abstract concept. and its weird and great but i'm kind of over it. as stupid as that sounds, i did think that the differences would be ignorable. but france just feels so old. i mean no shit. but really. the language, the traditions, the way the people act/interact. it feels like everything my grandparents would have told me. like the guys are the same as they are in the old movies. and so are the girls? wheres the change? wheres the attitude and gender neutrality? fuck you i'm going to ask the taxi driver to change the radio station. and being "hard" is never going to work for you. you're french. you're pathetic. go eat some cheese and masterbate to how cool your country was in the eighteenth century. go protest something.

i dont want to go home, but i dont want to stay here. and i've got about two weeks to decide what my plans are for spring break. i dont know if anyone can be emotionally stable enough to amsterdam alone. maybe i'll get a hotel on the beach somewhere and just lay out for two weeks. or maybe i'll go to the other side and visit some english speakers.

aside: fellas- say you for some reason decide to talk about your previous relationships. you'd do best to stay away the topic of possibly getting a girl pregnant when you were twelve years old. or saying that you want to make money by being a club promoter with lots of hot girls everywhere and techno music- just like in budapest. and you should probably minimize the keri hilton song you have up on youtube. and dont act like a badass because you play poker in illegal clubs in paris. then say you know everything about women because you have five sisters and live with your mother who tells you all of her escapades.

i cant believe that i hang out with such spoiled brat eurotrash. find a car for me to drive. take me to dauville and let me spend your money. but please dont talk to me. its really hard to control my looks of distaste anymore.

and i really wish my french friends would stop calling me a junkie. its getting offensive and making me worried. i dont know if its just a translation thing or what but i'm kind of starting to take it personally. i'm sorry i sleep all the time but i'm not high like that.

okay. tomorrow pictures. i love france though. just love/hate.