'Cause I'm (annoyed) to be an American...

I bit of introspection about my nationality:

Here's a short list of what it is to be American. Nowhere in here will you find the words "patriotic" "Bush" or "love my country," don't worry.

I am an American...
1. I am loud.
In vain do we struggle, but we just can't get ourselves to laugh like Japanese schoolgirls.

3. I cringe when I spot other Americans, thinking that, naturally, I look completely native. Even with a popped collar and sorority sweater.

4. I will kill you in a debate on American politics
You may THINK you know everything about the states because a friend of a friend studied abroad, or you took a week long "holiday" in New York, but you're wrong. Sorry.

5. We're not all ignorant.
Just the president.

6. Actually, I won't give you a blowjob .
I just need to get this out there. Please tell all the European male friends you may have. Some slut(s) have made it very hard for us.

7. If you're French, don't even try to speak English to me.
My French is probably better than your English.

8. If you're British, your English is better than my English.
Keep talking. The bag over your head only makes you look hotter and your accent stronger.




(accepting submissions...apparently my nationality isn't that well defined)

Quit le bitching!

Looking at the Paris student riots of 1968, I always thought to myself, 'wow, how exciting..students..actually getting excited about some thing, wreaking havoc, etc."

Turns out, student protestors are really damn annoying.

I'm about to get my own personal billy club if the anti-CPE riots don't stop. Read, er, this if you think a CPE is a Crappy Parisian Excuse to protest.

There's rumors of us holding a vote as to whether to "go on strike" from school next week.
( Wait..students can go on strike...from school? Bad ass! Should've done that in middle school)
The vast majority of uni's in France haven't been in school for 2 months or so.

As nice as that may seem, this is bordering on absurd. Damn socialists.

I may be turning slightly conservative with age, but I just don't care. Goodnight.
Oh!

And a pic-y from Dublin from St. Patrick's Day with Keith! Rest are on el facebooko.

See, 'cause in Dublin, when they gather in large masses they drink and dance and sing a lot. Bless their hearts.

The crotch of France is beautiful.

Back from break! Emily was here! It was fantastic! We spent a few days in Paris, but, notably spent a few days in Arles and Avignon and the viscinity in the crotch of France.

And, funny the sun DOES shine there, unlike other crotches. Okay, enough already with the crotches.

Pictures worth scrolling down for:

Emily at Centre Pompidou. Yes, this is The Artsy Shot.
















DOESN'T THIS PLANTER LOOK AN AWFUL LOT LIKE A POPSICLE??! (still in Paris....)















IN ARLES, WALKING TO OLD ROMAN ARENA:















SAINTES-MARIES-DE-LA-MER
(yes the city names has THAT many hyphens in it and there are TWO holy marys they pay homage to.)
















WHICH BORDERS THE CAMARGUE, FRANCE'S SWAMP. Without alligators, though. Instead?
Flamingos and Ponies. "Like a Lisa Frank wet dream."
















SO THEN WE RODE PONIES. Because you can't ride flamingos. Unless you're in a Disney Movie.
These pictures only include my pony's head, because I got the dumb one, that insisted on remaining 50 paces behind everyone else. Fucking Mistral. At this point in the ride we decided,
"It's like we're in a bad Shania Twain video"















Riding white ponies on the Mediterranean is pretty sweet. The pics from Avignon will have to wait for another posting. The spirit is willing, but the laziness is stronger.