Fourth of July

I spent the Fourth with the Fellowship of the E. We just spent our time quincing around Elliothurst with Erik who decided to come home from the Marines for the weekend. What's weird is that was our last time together until 2009: next time Erik comes home, I will be in France, Devan will be in New Haven... what will we all be like next time Erik comes home? I think we'll still be laughing at dumb KaJanetBurger jokes.






I'm really grateful for my friends. With no other group of friends can I sleep in a bed with 4 people (and no fan?!) making "pook" jokes until 6 in the morning. We speak a language of our own, and anyone who hears us probably thinks we are insane. For good reason, too.















It's all good. I don't really care what other people think, so much as these people approve of me. Their opinion is what matters since they know me best. God bless them for that.











So basically I am appreciative of the time that we were able to spend together. I am glad that we can all keep in touch thanks to technology. I'm glad Adam and Erik have dumbed Devan and I down to the point where I think we can translate what we're saying now.








So come home safe, Erik. Or else you won't get to see these two Marking faces (Adam will always keep his Asian face special for you) . We will be waiting for you with a bag of Milanos (20!!!) and a bottle of Code Red (CUBED!). We love you and miss you!

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I believe in pink, I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles. - Audrey Hepburn

Public Apology

I would like to apologize to my brother for making fun of how he talks with his retainer in. Peter, I am sorry for suggesting you say "Sally sells seashells by the seashore." I'm sorry for making you repeat anything with an -s in it for my own sheer amusement. I apologize for making you feel bad when I myself am having a bad day. I am thorry.

Paris Pt. 2

Steve being silly while checking out.














Silly, but clever. Very cool idea!!














My seat. Thank goodness for Tvs on the plane! I watched Malcolm in the Middle from France to Iceland, and then fidgeted for 5 hours from Iceland to Boston.











Steve found Varkey a stroller in Iceland. Very niiice! (P.S. I will miss hearing Varkey quoting Mike Tyson randomly)

















Au revoir, pour maintenant!!!
I really did not want to leave Paris. I am proud to say I was not homesick during my month away. I cannot say the same for when I was four hours away at Newport, strangely enough. I just love the French culture so much, the history fascinates me, and I love learning the language.

It was nice to go home, however. Despite the jet lag, it is nice to hear from my friends and cuddle with my puppies. Zeb is sitting with me and panting away. I am about to go hang out with my mom and then clean up my diaster of a room.


I am glad that I have been able to share my trip with everyone! Merci for reading! Have a great summer.... and foregin adventures start up agan fall semester on September 11th. A bientot!!!

Paris Pt. 1

The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay... finally... after three weeks... we got to go to PARIS!!! I cannot even begin to explain how much I love this city.










































The boys and I went to the Musee Rodin. Karen was right, how on earth did they get these sculptures into this building??






























Le Baiser by Rodin. Atta boyy.























































Pretty ceiling!






















































C'est moi!

I dragged the guys over to the 5th arrondisment so that I could see where I will be going to school in the fall!!!! I love the Latin Quarter best. There is pretty much a librarie - bookstore - on every street. Umm... awesome!!! And right down the street from the Sorbonne is the Pantheon, which we went to next.








I could barely stay still I was so excited. It says Universite de Paris above the door. That's where I am going!!! :-)


















Inside the Pantheon. How did I not go here last time I was in Paris?? No matter, I know where I will be spending my lunch time...

...with Jean-Jacques!!!














The legend and I.













What's ironic is Rousseau criticized the University so much and he ended up right down the street from it. Also, he is across from Voltaire, his rival. Sorry, big guy.