I would google-translate something clever in french but I'm kind of ashamed that I don't know enough to come up with it on my own.

I'm pretty sure I should be studying for midterms, but I did that for awhile today, and my self-diagnosed ADD is kicking in.

Which reminds me... (it doesn't really remind me, it's just a good segue)... GUESS WHO'S GOING TO PARIS???? That's right, ME. Or moi, if I wanted to be all clever and French. WHICH I WILL BE BECAUE I AM GOING TO FRANCE!!!!!!!!!

Meep!

WOW!!! Now, being that I'll be going in late February, I'm starting to make the key decisions about this trip. Would it be strange to carry around a whole baguette with me as I walk around? Or is that just as strange there as it is here, though, our bread isn't even close to their league, so..... could it be excused?

I already found a consignment shop I NEED TO GO TO. They had Margiela leggings for like 38 euros. Meep. We'll be staying in Le Marais, where all the lovely little boutiquey places are, so there will be major major major shopping. And even though it's not at all close, I INSIST on going to at least see the windows of Chanel and Lacroix, just so I can say I did, and so I can have my first heart attack abroad! Well, I've never had one in the U.S. either, but...

Speaking of Chanel (proper segue this time, please note), I've been cyber stalking this bag for a few weeks now. I can't seem to find it anywhere besides Vogue. com, which is good enough because otherwise there would be multiple sources I'd have to check daily. This way at least is simple.

Sigh. It's just perfect. How perfect would it be to just stroll into 31 rue Cambon and just ask for one, and pay for it with a debit card, not even looking at the price tag. It's just like, "Wow, It's Thursday, I think I really need a mint green bag!" While impossible and ridiculous, that is my ultimate dream.

er... bonjour? i want...er...croissant

I now regret giving up on Fleur and Jacque, my bodiless French teachers. I'm just too ADD, honestly. There is nothing I can do about it. I must accept that I am- and most likely always will be- but a lowly American. Depressing, when you think about it. Well, when I think about it. I'm sure you don't mind in the slightest- my lack of Europeanness. But, at least, had I continued on with Jacque and Fleur, I could have lied a bit more convincingly.

I'm getting off topic with my meaningless mumbling.

I've been looking up rates to Paris ( for what feels like forever but must've only been a week or two), and it seems like that is becoming tangible. Needless to say, I'm beside myself with excitement, and I'm already beginning to plan outfits in my head for a trip that probably won't happen for months. It's a bit difficult though. Although I've never been anywhere out of the Americas, I have enough knowledge of French style to know that I can't dress a certain way, or I might as well wear a big sign around my neck that declares me a tourist.

The French have been blessed with many things I so dearly admire. One is that they have God-given style. It's not fair, and it's not right, but they have it- and we don't. I mustn't look like I'm trying too hard while I'm there, as none of them never have to try at all. They can just throw something together, jeans, a cardigan, t-shirt, and sneakers- and it looks mind-bogglingly fabulous. I'm sorry, but Americans simply cannot do that. We can wear the same thing as a French person, and it'll look fair, but we can't style it the same. It's difficult for me to explain, but it's easy to see.

For example: There were French exchange students that came to school today (I was more excited than I am ready to admit) and even the boys stuck out like a sore thumb- to pardon my cliche. They're so... so... European. And I will say, I'm jealous.

f and when I go to France, I shall be frequenting the tourist-y places such as the Arc de Triomphe and Eiffel Tower, even though I will try not to look like a tourist)

If you think I'm going to France without looking at the Chanel store, you are seriously mistaken

I also hear that there are marvelous little boutiques and consignment shops in Paris. I'd like to go in them- at least, but I'm not sure the funds are all in order for shopping. Still, I'm not leaving without something French. Not even if you dragged me by my hair.

(photos from the google)