Yeah, in eighth grade I went to Japan [my mom's school had an exchange], and in ninth grade Matt [ex] convinced one of the French teachers that a trip to France would be an excellent way to practise our awesome skills. In reality, we had a tour guide who hated us, and a bus driver who was cheating on his wife with the evil tour guide and wanted our teacher to join in on a threesome. We didn't experience much French cuisine, although we did eat a lot of chicken and potatoes. One place, we're still convinced, gave us horse meat. We managed to go to McDonalds[Matt did, anyways], Starbucks, and the Virgin Megastore, which amused my teacher and distressed my mother when she got a phone call when we came back.
"Kirie has an amazing sense of direction! She found the only Starbucks in Paris, and the only Virgin Megastore in Nice! "
There was very little actual French spoken, but I spent a great deal of the trip being emo, mostly in Ali's company because "no one else understandddsssss meeeee and my love for Mattttttttttt."
Oh, the irony.
But yeah, we went to Paris [which was awesome], Arles, Nice and Monaco [which isn't actually in France but has lots of casinos and two toed pigeons!]
At that point in time, I was really insecure and emo. Remember, I had this mega crush on a girl back home, only I didn't realize it and I thought I was supposed to be head over heels for Matt. When he started freaking out because he saw another girls' breasts....I mean, he couldn't handle Cold Mountain's nudity. It shouldn't have been that surprising he couldn't handle female nudity in real life. Regardless, I didn't school him, I didn't even yell at him. If I remember correctly, all I did was.....cry at him.
Once upon a time, Kirie was an awkward, unconfident, baby femme.
"Kirie has an amazing sense of direction! She found the only Starbucks in Paris, and the only Virgin Megastore in Nice! "
There was very little actual French spoken, but I spent a great deal of the trip being emo, mostly in Ali's company because "no one else understandddsssss meeeee and my love for Mattttttttttt."
Oh, the irony.
But yeah, we went to Paris [which was awesome], Arles, Nice and Monaco [which isn't actually in France but has lots of casinos and two toed pigeons!]
At that point in time, I was really insecure and emo. Remember, I had this mega crush on a girl back home, only I didn't realize it and I thought I was supposed to be head over heels for Matt. When he started freaking out because he saw another girls' breasts....I mean, he couldn't handle Cold Mountain's nudity. It shouldn't have been that surprising he couldn't handle female nudity in real life. Regardless, I didn't school him, I didn't even yell at him. If I remember correctly, all I did was.....cry at him.
Anyways, have a picture. http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a93/skfaerie/?action=view¤t=scan0001.jpg I don't remember this picture being taken, but it was on the first day and that's somewhere in Paris. That's me attempting to be flirtacious with a dude, as Matt was the one taking the picture.
THAT IS AWESOME! FOR HOW LONG?