Im Cursed.

I dont know any other way to say this so im just going to say it...

Ive been cursed. 

Ya'll may be wondering what that means. Well...i'll tell you. The past couple days have been... interesting. It all started one morning when I wasnt feeling up to par. Sophie and I had to wake up extra early so Ida could come and inspect our apartment. After asking us what we wanted her todo about the black mold in our bathroom and accusing us for stealing her sink strainers we went back to bed before class. Telling our selfs that we would get up with enough time to get ready and get breakfast we shut our eyes/pulled down our eye mask down and took alil napper.  Waking up with NO TIME to get ready or breakfast we scurry out of the apartment to Les Gobelins. Like I had mentioned before...I was not feeling up to par. Mentally and physically. This was confirmed when my train pass got eaten by the machine. Ugh. 

Next, we exit the metro at some stop with no direction to where our class is meeting. Oh wait...we're in a forgein country. We don't know where anything is. Tres Mal. Passing by a school filled with models and my future husbands Sophie weirdly texted our Swedish teacher asking where we were supposed to go. At this point we have not eaten in over 24 hours. Ready to bite someone's head off we meet our class at Pavillon de L'Arsenal. ( which was super cool and will write about later.) 

After an hour and half of learning about the history of Paris we wander to get food. Before we had met our class we had seen a bunch of model looking high school students with these sandwiches that looked deeeelish! We walked into a cafe that looked like it was the place where they had got them. Sophie got a Bree sandwich, but according to her was actually made of up of old mayo and lettuce. Blocks later I found a Cafe that looked good. I bought a tuna sandwich and headed to the outdoor seating. We were kicked out, thanks to Sophie. Seeing a church near by we walk to sit on its steps to eat our nasty lunch. Were sitting on the steps and see people leaving and decide to move to a bench accross teh street just incase mass was letting out. No. There was a funeral going on. We speculate that it was young girl about our age. There were a lot of young people coming out and a lot of colorful flowers. This made us depressed. seconds later we go to leave sophie says " what the hell is on your back." it was gum. On my favorite jacket ever. ( the gold leather). Ugh. 

That night ( details on that night can be read below this post " French Frites and Streetcats" ) I had let Sophie borrow one of my handbags. The carpet bag with the leather straps. Standing inline for REX Club...it breaks. Ugh. " Me so sorry". Not mentioned in the post below..I was tossed around the dance flour like a rag doll. Getting home that night, i notice battle wounds. 

The next day laying around the apartment I see that my favorite necklace of all time..( the fish one...I know I know...the fish one.) is broken. Snapped in half. Ugh. 

Depressed about everything that has happened the past couple days...I go do what I shouldnt do. Spend money. ( sorry dad.) Well...im not sure if anyone else has this amazing luck like i do but...whenever i want to go spend money there are always things prohibiting me. Such as...stores closing or not finding anything i want to spend money on. 

I realize this is a long post but I feel like my patience is being tested here in Paris. What the heck! Why cant things go smoothly!?!? BUT...its ok. Because my patience tolerance is very high. Its fine. Its time for a new favorite necklace and new favorite jacket..maybe two? 

MAC