Because Parisian Patricia Sounded Too Pretentious

I went to Paris and somehow I did not get attacked by a bear! Hooray! Thus, I’d say it was a successful semester.

Overall I’m happy that I went to Paris. Also, I am incredibly lucky that I had the opportunity to do so. So now I have to deal with the mythical “reverse culture shock”. I kind of made this blog so I wouldn’t have to babble on endlessly about the time I studied abroad. I mean, I had a great time in Paris, but I know I am not the first kid to study abroad- and definitely not the first one to go to Paris. So I am not sure how unique or wonderful my experiences truly were. Though would it be super pretentious if when someone asked me about how Paris was, I’d just tell them to “read my blahg”? I guess when one of my friends asks me how Paris was, I’ll tell them a couple stories- but I don’t need to tell everything. Also, my friends whom I haven’t seen in a couple months probably did some really awesome things too. So maybe this catching up needs to be mutual- they’ll ask me how I’ve been and I’ll ask them how they’ve been.

I like this picture

Ok, that was Paris. I hope you enjoyed my blog. I quite enjoyed writing it.

This semester did not turn out quite like I expected; though I think what happened was better than expected.

Through doing my two booked gigs, I have made a total of 14 euros doing stand up. Cool!

of course I would bomb. such is life. I have no idea if I want to do this comedy thing back home, but still if it wasn’t for this comedy thing here in Paris… this semester would have been miserable.

Hey, I did another booked stand up gig. It was an all female comic night in the basement of this cafe in Paris. Though the headliner was a burlesque dancer. Oh, and I kind of killed. I kind of killed harder than I’ve killed before. Wow! Cool! Though once again, no matter what happened- I’d still be taking that metro back to write my 11 page paper about French Oil and Gas Engineers. So I could kill, and I could bomb… but that still doesn’t make the homework go away.

Last night I went to a party (wow! cool! paaaaarty!). Of course I was invited by my British banker buddy Paul. This party was actually a going away party for two of the flatmates because they are leaving Paris to join the Peace Corps and work in China. I don’t even either. 

Anyway, Paul is a weird dude, but I like him. He likes me too; probably because I am weird kid. Also, our mutual liking is purely platonic- I’m not going to date a middle aged British banker. Actually, I have no clue how old Paul is. But when Paul and I were smoking on the balcony (deal with it, I’ll stop smoking when I get back to the less tobacco tolerate United States), he said to me that I live in my own wacky cloud. He also told me to never lose that; that’s what makes me special. I like to think he meant good special and not bad special.

Also, the people whose apartment I crashed at last night were Americans and they know someone who I know of at Simmons. Neither of us particularly like this person. Someone from Florida meets someone from New Jersey in Paris and they both know someone who goes to school in Massachusetts. I don’t even either.

Everyone was wearing matching jumpsuits… and I don’t know why.

Cool! I was going to take them home with me anyway, but now I have permission. Wow!

I did another open mic. Kind of bombed. I can be all rational and objective and say it doesn’t matter, but still it sucks to bomb. Oh well, I’ll survive and I’ll perform again.

Anyway, today I was feeling all anxious about stuff so I needed to do something tedious to channel my nerves. Thus, I made a bunch of friendship bracelets. I handed them out to the comedians. One of the comedians was very taken by my kind gesture and insisted on doing the whole French cheek kiss thing as a token of his appreciation. Really this is my fault.

Also, I think I have a “fan”. I’ll call him Fernando. He is from Spain. My fanbase consists of one Spaniard named Fernando. This study abroad has gotten so weird.