blogging: my strong suit

paris is beautiful. a good vacation for me involves mass amounts of lazing and uselessness, and good god, paris is delivering. I've been taking this intensive french class, at which I am thoroughly sucking, but partying I am passing with flying colors. I've been getting a lot of writing done, as well, which is kind of shocking.

as much as I love paris, though, I'm anxious to get to spain. it's probably my favorite country in the world. it's beautiful, the people are all babes (I'm serious), and most of all, I speak the language! though, I really need to whip myself into shape, as I've been slacking a bit.


enjoy the video. my life is boring even here. love you all.

blog house?

or blogging while housed? off pitchers of mojitos?



a new definition, y'all.


paris is my shit. you can smoke.... everywhere, they play blur and jimmy eat world hidden tracks in bars, people are so much fucking nicer than you think they would be, my cousin rules.

I'm going here tomorrow. I'm going to london the day after and I am having the time of my life.


how am I living? fantastically.

je blague/je blog

today has been an incredibly hot day for paris, in the upper 80s. I went to roland garros with my cousin, which was an experience, definitely. apparently the tickets my aunt had bought were restricted so that we could only enter the major matches after 5 p.m., and since my cousin and I were hot and tired and generally not interested, we stayed for a couple of hours and left. I managed to get some photos of matches on clay.

I got a few shots of mauresmo v. safarova on the jumbotron, and the huge crowd simply watching the big screen outside the event, which I found kind of cute.

tonight a bunch of "colombian dignitaries" (as my aunt put it) are coming over for dinner. I always feel sort of silly when their friends come over for some occasion, because it's always some artist or writer muy conocido, but I know I've never heard of these people. sometimes I feel like I should know who they are, but even if I did, I doubt I'd be impressed. I'm not generally impressed by famous people.

anyway, here are some photos from my room and roland garros:

my new girlfriend

what a face.

my beautiful room !

other new girlfriend (she came into my room last night
and fell asleep in the crooks of my knees)

entrance to roland garros



it wasn't as oppressively fucking hot under the tent...



mauresmo on the 'tron


the masses who couldn't get in (i.e. us)


dudes took a picture together with a disposable camera after the match.
so professional.

so tonight is a big dinner party, and depending on when that's over, I may hit a spot in paris. it's been too long since I have gone dancing and I don't mind going alone in the least.

my family would...

have a wireless connection.

so this is my first day on my grand european vacation.

it took a lot to actually arrive here, sort of a two-day process. I left my house on 31 may at around 9 a.m. for national. after a 25-minute flight, (during which I managed to fall asleep, don't ask me how), I arrived in philly. now, I knew I was going to have a five-hour layover, so I came prepared with my laptop so I could play on the internet and pass the time.

so, the wireless was fucked up. I had a bunch of people coming up to me to see if my wireless was working, because theirs wasn't, either. so I passed the time on the phone with people, watching the L word, playing with beats, and playing lots and lots of pinball.

my flight arrived in paris about an hour later than anticipated, and I felt bad because my aunt and uncle had been waiting for a while, it seemed. the flight itself wasn't bad, I watched dreamgirls and pan's labyrinth (which I was supposed to have loved, but really wasn't that impressed by. maybe I'm getting soft in my violence-tolerance levels, but some of it was just tasteless.) and played around more on my computer.

I arrived at de gaulle at around 8:15 a.m. there was a lot of traffic at that time, naturally, so we took a lot of shortcuts, one through saint denis. it was interesting to see all the posters for the communist party here and just as many against sarzoky. my uncle said that the representative elections were soon, and this year it is believed that the amount of representation the communist party is expected to gain will actually take away its status as an actual political party. I don't have the energy to research this, honestly, but it was interesting.

I slept all day today, so hopefully soon I'll be acclimated to the time here. I'm going to the french open this weekend! and then london tuesday, vienna the week after that... expect lots of photos!

a tout a l'heure!