my umbrella is not adequately metrosexual for this country

Today while walking from the bus stop to my school, I saw a man whose umbrella was pinker than mine (and mine is vibrant magenta, on the off chance that you haven't seen it). As rabid with jealousy as I was, I have to admit that it kind of made my life. Europe is my favorite.

I also love living in a city where there is food all over the place. Oh, you want a box of curry noodles? Go to the box-of-curry-noodles stand right around the corner! On your way you can check out the nutella paninis (not to mention all the other kinds of paninis, which admittedly pale in comparison to the aforementioned nutella ones), the grocery store where everything is absurdly cheap (by European standards), the seven billion other chinese takeout places, the crepe stand, and about eighty four boulangeries. And the cafe with tiramisu ice cream. And the poulet roti. And the place where you can buy the bootleg version of Le Petit Ecolier cookies, which are exactly the same, but without the petit ecolier on the front. And let me just say that schoolboy or no, they are delicious.

Today after phonetique I went for chocolat chaud with Kit and Jess, but somehow the chocolat choad managed to turn itself into ice cream. No idea how that might have happened. We talked about our cats d'accueil, and mine still win. Daphne & Bart Simpson > Vanille & Pastelle. I also finally mailed my absentee ballot, with my witnesses signatures and addresses scrawled all over the back. Hopefully that's alright. On that note, why do the voting people bother to send a postage paid envelope that says "NO POSTAGE REQUIRED" if that only works inside the US, when they are (hopefully) aware that they are sending it to me in FRANCE? Which means I have to buy postage anyway, for 2 euro and change. Whatever, I finally voted and sent some letters and cartes postales which will probably take the next thirty seven years to get there, possibly more if there is another mail strike...or a "sort-of-mail-strike" like last time. No, I do not get what that means, but yes, it happens.

Now that I finally have my carte imagine-R I get to take the bus/metro/RER/train for free! Well, not actually free since it cost almost 300 euro, but it's for the whole year and I get to swipe it past little sensors that make fairy-dust noises afterwards. So basically I don't care what it does or how much it cost, because it makes me feel magical, damnit. Actually I feel slightly less magical when I forget that I have it (after spending a month without it), and have to go back to the sensor thingy to swipe it while the bus driver looks at me confusedly. Yes.

Tomorrow I am hopefully going to the massive marche biologique. I would like to say that I have a good reason to go there, like a need to eat delicious and natural food, but I really just want to chercher les potirons, comme l'habitude. C'est l'histoire de ma vie. Knowing France, all the markets will be full of pumpkins AFTER Halloween, and when I ask why, they'll say "Well of course we have pumpkins, it's pumpkin season!" Someone needs to teach these people that pumpkins is not for to eat, please.

I have way too much reading for Thursday. I should probably go do that. On second thought, I should probably go to bed so I can wake up early tomorrow and go pumpkin hunting before theatre class, where we will be discussing probably the most un-entertaining play I have ever seen. But on a much more better-er side note, Hannah and I are trying to decide whether we'd rather see Othello or A Midsummer Night's Dream at l'Odeon. In French. AHAHA. Oh god.