Long Rant - Because I can

2 nights ago was kind of intense. Not in the go out, get drunk, have fun and party kind of intense, but the stay indoors, worry for hours kind of intense. You know, like the way our parents used to (or still do) stay up for hours worrying about us and our safe return home? Yeah...I felt like that last night.

My roommate decided to go for a "walk and to be back soon."

This was at 6 pm.

Several hours went by. A few silly comments and the occasional, "I hope he's ok," but nothing too serious.

11 pm hits.

He'd been gone for 5 hours? Ok, so maybe he got really lost or he took the wrong metro and he's trying to find his way back. My roommates and I started freaking out a little. Not only had we been told about how dangerous the bus gets at night or how it'd be necessary to avoid the metro after 10:30 pm, but it had been 5 hours; besides, who says they'd go for a walk and be back "soon," but still be gone for 5 hours?!!!!???!!

Going for a "walk" is different. That could last for hours. Coming back soon does not last as long.

12 am. Still no sign.

We contact our professor who tries to reassure us by telling us that he was probably just out having "fun."

1 am, 2 am, 3 am, 4 am.

Eventually one by one we decide to go to bed.

5 am.

Door opens and in he walks making all sorts of loud, rambunctious noise. Uh...so not only do you come in, 11 hours later than you said you would, but you're LOUD?? Thanks for being so considerate.

Next day. Our conversations are limited and one roommate mentions our worry for how late he was out etcetc. He laughs it off and doesn't really mention anything about it. Later, we found that his night went something like, as my roommate described it, "so you...met someone, had a cup of coffee, had a really good time, which later led to.....dinner and..........a movie...right?" Riiiiight.

So why am I complaining about all of this?

Well, if you haven't figured it out by now, basically don't say one thing and do another. I don't care what you're off doing for the night, just don't say that you'll be back soon and have us worrying about the endless possibilities of what could have happened to you. We're not here as your parents, just your caring roommates. Do what you want, but please be considerate. Is that too much to ask for?

Whew. With that said, I could go on about my misfortune with the metro pass, but I will save that for another day.

Here's to hoping the rest of this week gets better, not worse.

Love: Serious Bizzznaass

All I need's a word to get me started

All I need's a look

Is love forever?

What do I think of when I think of the French people?

At first, I was feeling pretty glum. I focused on the negatives.

A species of serious people with serious faces.

Their lack of eye contact.

The silence in the metro.

Their obsession with smoking.

Their aggressive driving.

I'm pretty sure I could continue. But...

There had to be some positives, right? There had to be a reason Paris was called the "City of Love."

So I decided to re-analyze my conclusions.

Here's what I found:

One of my goals for this month is to capture the "love" in Paris.

We'll see how it goes.