Kelsey cut mah hair!! I want to look like Megan Rapinoe, clearly:
On my Paris tour, I may or may not have tried to bite Laura's hair in every major building without her noticing...Nicole captured my successes:
Well, here we are back from Paris and back to the books...would you like to hear about my classes? TOO BAD! I'mma tell you 'n' yer gonna read allz duh blog 'cuz I'mma make it humorous
Theology: The mildest lamb bleats feebly as she struggles to find the english equivalent of some biblical word, "...a-a-anointed, yes, anointed, yes." I feel my throat muscles flex and convulse as I refrain from laughing/supplying her with a better word/explaining that 'yes' is an unnecessary addition to her explanation. She is the gentlest of all the souls, though. I marvel at how she has survived this cruel world--how she hasn't disintegrated yet, her submissive bits of self floating on to a benevolent pasture. Anyway, she's nice.
Philosophy: Alexander is dynamic--he's here and there and talking loud and eye contact and morality ethics? Kurze Pause, fünf minuten pause, I have to pee! been drinking a lot of water. This class would be engaging if I cared for morality outside of vegetarianism and feminism. Schade. Schade schade schade. But what can you do?
Musik: As Bach plays through the speakers, a near human voice breaks into operatic singing, joining the music nonchalantly and ceasing after a few more notes...is this real life? Gundi is a delightful pillow. A soft, grandmotherly cloud floating at the front of the class in between seated self-concerts. Her hair is a small, thin white afro--as if a transparent cotton ball rested upon her cranium. Often she dons a winter skirt, delightful. Her eyes, one of them lazy (or is it two? can one have two lazy eyes?) scan the room, and I am never sure whether she is addressing me or someone on the other side of the room. I love Gundi, sweet like a chocolate turtle, a soft nougat emerging once a week on a ray of musical light.
Fine Arts: Frau Loos is revered by all. She is more qualified in her field than a deer is in its field. She identifies, curates and teaches more effortlessly than a doe leaps, grazes and stares into headlights. incredible. As I said earlier, she said she likes me, and thinks I should have a television show. Now I feel uncomfortable around her. Schade schade schade. It is odd that she, the most idolized professor I have hitherto met, does not initiate my faculties of veneration (perfected from, years of worship and adoration). Art is not my thing, unfortunately. Le sigh.
German: It is hard because last semester I learned so much--my professor's teaching style was so conducive to my absorption of Deutsch...comparing classes is, in this case, painfully upsetting.
CLEANSING: Laura, Gwen and I like not eating and weighing ourselves compulsively on my scale. yayyy American culture and patriarchy and do the guys here ever say, "I ran today. I EARNED this." No. No they don't. Even though they're getting beer bellies and cankles. not exactly accurate. am I bitter? NO I have energy and ran yesterday and my potato was so good this morning. SO good. Potato with a little fire roasted tomato oil and corn. Ohmahgawd.
Day 1-fruit
Day 2-veggies and one potato
Day 3-Fruit&Veggies
Day 4-bananas and 3 glasses of (soy) milk
Day 5-Brown rice, tofu and tomatoes
Day 6-...umm Prague...uh-oh
I'm on Day 2.
ELECTION. OBAMA-RAMA!!! If Romney wins I'm not going home, one cannot return from autonomy!! I'm exaggerating eee! But on a serious note, I wouldn't want to meet Paul Ryan in a dark Alley. Shut it down.
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| Wee Nicole and I in Paris |
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| Cassie and I in the Versailles Gardens--rowers on the giant pond were hysterical. You have some very capable young athletes...then, oh no. NO NO NO old women in a 5-person boat haphazardly rowing in an unsynchronized, rhythmless series of splashes--one, wearing magenta in the center of her vessel doesn't even lift her oar all the way out of the water-it drags miserably slowing the craft immensely. Our laughter knows no end |
Feats of athleticism on a bus break during the journey home from Paris.
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| Versailles--the girl on the far right is Alex. aka Jack-in-the-box because she'll surprise you. She'll getcha. You think, ah a simple nerd, tame and mild, perhaps she'll be like my theology professor one day...BAM! yeah she'll go streaking with you and run to Germany and back and sell you heroin (K, I made that last one up) |
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| Let's turn the Paris metro into a jungle gym AEEOUGH00! |
This blog wasn't funny. I was envisioning something legitimately humours. Well, you get what you pay for. What? That made zero sense.
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| Laura, Blobe and I--these birds came out of NOWERE and starting circling my head. Blobe is a plush, pink blob that 'Chelle won me at that carnival in Strassburg. I love Blobe. He ALWAYS has a smile on his face--such a good attitude |
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