I love my new camera.

Top: Lunch at Le Procope in Paris with my wonderful friend Andrea.

Bottom: Waiting for our southbound train at réamur-sébastopol.

I have more lovely photos, but little patience to wait for them to upload onto this page. I bought a Canon Rebel in order to better document my life abroad and today was the first time I fiddled around with the enhanced photo software. Needless to say, it was endlessly entertaining and I spent the majority of my evening altering photos rather than preparing for my exams (which, unfortunately, insist on happening in 2 weeks).

I must be more diligent at posting onto here. It's funny how there will be moments throughout the day when I think to myself, "I really wish I could write about what's happening right now" and I'll start to compose a mental draft in my head of what I'll write later. Of course, hours later when I'm finally in front of a computer, the inspiration has long abandoned me and this poor blog remains blank. I suppose that's why people have Twitters and small, handheld, beepy machines that log you onto the internet anywhere.

Anyway, I was going to write about Paris, but my good friend Theresa already has such a thorough and magnificent entry about it on her blog, so (because I am a lazy butt) I am referring all of you to her. We're together most of the time, so we have pretty much the same experiences throughout the day, except Theresa is much more eloquent and has a much longer fuse than I do. Go visit: podclock.blogspot.com

It is 2 am and I have set the unrealistic goal of getting to the library at 9 am. HA! However, I'm completely tuckered out and will be turning in for the night.

A plus!

O.

ONE MORE THING ABOUT THE DUTCH.

And then I'm done complaining about them forever (or at least a few days.):

The Netherlands can be summed up as follows: a nation so boring and useless, they had to LEGALIZE PROSTITUTES AND DRUGS to convince people to come visit.

I just worked myself into a tizzy and I don't know why. Scared.

Sous le ciel de Paris marchent les amoureux.

It's been such a long time since I've updated my blog, and given how EVERYTHING is in Dutch, I momentarily forgot how to post new entries. Scary.

Anyhow! I was in gay Paree this weekend and it made me realize three things: 1) I am an idiot for choosing not to study in Paris; 2) Everyone, even the bedraggled gypsies, is fabulous in Paris; 3) Even the FRENCH are MORE EFFICIENT AND FRIENDLIER than the Dutch. That just goes to show you how despicable the Dutch are. I bear such intense dislike for everything Dutch, it's outrageous. And mind you, they have EARNED my distaste.

One (out of MANY) example: The other day, it was raining and the rubber cover on my handle-bar randomly slipped off, causing me to lose my balance and plop off of my bike. I gloriously crashed onto the floor in front of about 5 Dutch people, mostly male. Not a SINGLE ONE got up to see or even ask if I was okay. Les GROSSES ESPECES DE SALAUDS! Subsequent to my crash, I suffered a concussion, was almost run over by a tram, and had a stationary bicycle fall onto me, causing me to fall again. AND later that evening, a scooter ran over my friend Dave and the driver didn't even look back to see if he was even alive. I don't even know where to begin with these people. It is a cold and unfriendly nation, too busy defending and succoring some of the worst war criminals of the past two decades to be bothered coming to the aid of someone so trivial as a tourist.

I don't know how my wonderful Paris entry turned into a rant about the Dutch. But I promise to write back WITH pictures, capturing some of the best moments from the weekend!

A bientot!

O.