Ok, we got here and we are jet lagged and barely able to function. So we are in the middle of eating at a decently quiet restaurant, when suddenly this random guy bursts in and walks around trying to sell newspapers. Thinking it was just a not-so-often occurrence that just happened, we waved it off. But the next day, we see the same guy in a different restaraunt, then today in the street when we saw him jumping in other eating situations and offering what he was giving. So when you are thinking of going to Paris, make sure you don’t live close to the Crazy Newspaper Guy.

(for help, we are in the sixth arr.)

This question does not have an actual answer, however it is one we can all participate in. What is home to you?

I am thinking of making a little book thing in Paris… should I do a book of paris, or should i do fiction? I am wondering….

I have a plan to not go to France. I will smoke if i go! Hahaahahahahahahahah! 

(Note: this is not really a plan)

This is me and my mom coming back from France after a whole summer. As you can tell, we are happy, but we are also very tired.

So here is the essay i’m writing for paris, which is in the way of me playing electronics, so i’m gonna do a big amount of words. What is in the inside of my mind when I think about moving, this is it. I can see that I might be able to learn french, which is gaining close to my thoughts of being able to speak five languages. However, I know i’ve stated this before, but I my worst thought is that about two-hundred of my friends from school I won’t talk to in a whole year. And then there is my friend Caleb who I have known since I could barely talk. I would break that band of friendship for a whole year. My parents say I’ll get friends in France, which is probably possible, and then I would miss those friends for a lot more than a year. Just as a sidenote, it would be hard to get used to a city in which it smells like pee everywhere. Human pee. On with the good parts, It is going to be fun and pleasant in Paris, and I can’t wait to go there. Also, the bread there makes you think you are in heaven, and if you were not, you would go there if you could get some more of this bread. Or you could mention the strawberries, with that special taste that is sweeter than any of them elsewhere. If only they had better refrigerators to keep the food in. But there is more than that, you can really sense the history embedded in the city. And you never need a car, for the whole place is a pedestrian’s land of happiness. When you need to go somewhere far, just hop on a metro and it’ll take you. Thinking about all this, I think i’m ready to withstand paris.

I know this is unrelated but I don’t want to miss a day again. (My mom just told me to make it related to paris, so I guess it’s cute like things in paris?)

Happiness. It is something we always talk about, and this is what it is. It can be a laugh following a joke, or your neighbor’s giggles. Both of those are examples derived from the same source. It can be found almost anywhere whether at a birthday party or a boring day at school, happiness is always somewhere in the room. It cannot be contained, and should not be, for everyone deserves and needs it. The best way to get happiness achieved is to give happiness as a gift to someone else with anything funny you can find or just by being nice. The way I hope to get it is in paris, and I hope I will.

In paris, you will need something cold. Ice cream is the best solution.