Salut! I sat down and decided to make a proper blog entry. I believe I have finally settled into a normal routine here. I am taking 5 classes that I go to most days. Everyday except Friday I have at least 2 and 1/2 hours for lunch. I usually eat an amazing baguette sandwich out of a bag (5 euro with a coke and chips) or I make my own. I walk everywhere and it's actually somewhat enjoyable. I manage to spend very little at the supermarket. The only things I would consider splurging are my liters of coke and my new obsession with Greek olive. I make new friends everywhere. I've been called the Friendly American and The Nice Southern Gent. I get weird looks still for how I dress and also for holding open doors. I still have yet to find a milk that tastes anything at all like how I think milk should taste. I'm still afraid to buy meat here that isn't ham. Quantro is the local liquor here and it beats the heck out of tequila. From the look of things I will be going to Paris next weekend if I can convince people to go. Expect pictures after that. I'm on the 3rd Harry Potter book in French.  My Microsoft Office activation is about to expire, send aid. I'm finally getting into the whole slow way of life here. Also, the weather is turning wonderful here. This was the first week where I didn't see my breath for a whole day. And on that note, I'm off to sit outside a cafe with a good book and a nice wine.

Au revoir!

It's been a decent length of time since I posted anything, so here you go. Life continues onward. I've been spending my time mostly in class. I have class everyday but it's practically no work. I have made several friends from Kansas and Hawaii (mostly because I heard English in a bar and yelled at them). They dragged me to some other bar called Calypso (which is where I will be spending Valentine's Day) and led to me learning how to correctly take a flaming shot. At some point we all wandered outside and I became friends with some French guy who took me bowling with his friends. I don't know any of their names.

Currently in the process of planning various adventures. Currently, it's looking like Paris (with crazy Hawaiian people), London, Rome, Venice, Cinque Terre, Dublin, Barcelona, Nice, and I'll figure it out from there.

Just in case you were wondering, the French still love cheese.

Well more and more goes on as I make my way through France. I'm being perhaps the worst tourist ever, eating the same French foods 3 days in a row, quiche lorraine (or as I like to call it bacon quiche). I haven't ordered any wine native to the region yet because i can't figure out what is made here. And my beer? Belgian. Things are progressing slowly. I can somewhat speak to people now, so long as they take sign language. I attempt to avoid all possible responsibility here. I am doing my best not to get a bank account, cell phone, or french insurance. All three are things people insist I must get. Too bad, I'm cheap.
My room is freezing constantly. Today's temperature in Fahrenheit? 8. It's as bad as it sounds. Anyways, I've still been out and about. 40 miles in 6 days. Spending all my money at the bookstore. (Side note: They're obsessed with manga and comic books here.) Anyways, interesting things blah blah blah.
McDonald's is delicious here. It's actually somewhat classy. Nobody realize how terrible it is in America. When the French want food that's bad for them, they go to Quick's (currently serving the Jedi Burger) or to McDonner (which I think is an Iranian knockoff of Mickey D's). McDonner is the sketchiest place I can find here. It feels like home. Also, they refuse to eat dinner before 7:30 most nights here. Yet every restaurant near me closes at bloody 5:30. I can't figure it out. And I'm hungry. And cold. Send Kraft Mac n' Cheese and Tony Chachere's.

Salut