Oh La Lauren

There are more cars in Paris than in Paris

-Jonathan in atelier d’écriture » Il y a plus de voitures à Paris qu’à Paris?

Sometimes I have a hard time believing I’m really here doing this.

This morning I was feeling especially euphoric on the bus ride. Listening to my ipod, I managed to ignore the fact that I was the only person inside after the St. Michel stop. The bus turned in a direction it doesn’t normally take, and it stopped. The driver turned around and looked surprised to see me. I realized that he was stopping his route. I apologized profusely (“Hahaha j’ai écouté ma musique et j’ai pas vu que tout le monde est parti…hahahaha bonne journée!”) and walked to Odéon to pick up another 96. Hello embarassment.

Sometimes I have too much pride. I just have to remember that Paris is a big city and no one here knows who I am, and the people I walk past on the streets or ride next to in the métro will never see me again. So I should not be so concerned about looking like a fool. Anyways, these Parisian people need to laugh more often. Sometimes they’re just so uptight!

This afternoon I left a note on the kitchen table so I could actually say something to my host mom without being interrupted or having a brain fart. I asked her if Grant could come stay with me when he comes to visit Paris. When I came back home after class (note: cute Polish boy wasn’t there, boo), she goes “écoute…”

The French love starting phrases with “écoute.” I usually don’t think it’s a good thing. Typically I interpret it as meaning that something exceptional is about to be said. Well, host mom said that she never lets boys stay in the house. If it were a girl friend, it would be fine. But she said that she really wants Grant to come, and so she would allow it this time. I tried to assure her that we are just friends (je veux pas qu’elle pense que nous baisons…bah!) and tried to explain in my note that I don’t want to place any extra responsibility on her. Then she explained very thoroughly that it would be a horrible idea for me to sleep in the salon for this this and this reason. I was just offering possible solutions!

So in the end it sounds like she’s going to let Grant stay…though she seems reluctant about it. I feel bad, but I think I am going to take up her offer anyways. :-?