I’m writing this as I sit in the Charles de Gaulle airport terminal waiting for my flight to Nice. I’m pretty much just typing so that I can have my laptop on to charge my iPod and portable speakers without look TOO weird.
I’m pretty excited for Nice; the weather in Paris has been shit and I’ve caught a acold because it’s been raining on and off since I got here. That isn’t to say I’m not having the time of my life, I’m having a blast here and I’m so glad that I took the chance to go to France alone. I’ve been learning so much about my self and how to meet new people. I don’t think I’ll be able to go about living my life the same way as I was before now.
The main reason of my trip to France hasn’t worked out so well as most people that go to a hostel in France are not French. So most of the people I’ve met I’ve been speaking English with. I have had opportunities to speak French and I take those opportunities every chance I get, though it was a bit disconcerting that the first 3 people I spoke to in French near the hostel all tried to sell me weed 
But then again, I guess that’s what I get for living in the 20ieme.
On a happier note though I should be meeting up with these 2 really fun Icelandic girls that I met in Paris once I get to Nice and hopefully the warm weather and good company will banish this annoying runny nose that I’ve developped.
Well, I’m not going to pay 6 Euros for 30 minutes of internet so this post will inevitably be delayed and I will append anything of note after this 
Bon Journee!
edit1: I think I’m sitting next to the japanese guy from “Don’t Laugh”. Whoever is on the other line can’t possibly know what the hell he is saying
edit2: I just realized that I have no hostel reservation or anything and I’m flying blind. So I’m starting to worry a little bit but hey life always works out, yea?
After thoughts:
Well, I couldn’t find a hostel so I wasn’t crazy to be worried about that. But I was lucky enough to find a hotel with a dormitory style room that was cheap enough. Once I headed out to the bars with 4 american girls 2 got their tits grabbed and a guy tried to fight me. That was 2 strikes for Nice but the next 2 days were so gorgeous that it didn’t strike out.
I’m now in Marseilles though and will write up later about the most recent crazy coincidence but till then stay tuned!