"legs legs legs"

Got to campus this morning, and the internet wasn't working their either. Hah. Way to go France. I proceeded to run around this morning trying to figure out why the internet at my house still wasn't working. Basically my landlady was STILL insisting that the account was open, and obviously every time we called they said it was closed. A billion different people called, and it didn't make a difference. I think Orange was getting annoyed at us. But whatever. I had time for a quick lunch with Anne and Maya--an amaaaaazing warm goat cheese salad. The French do cheese right.

Some pictures of the street NYU in Paris is on:



Then was time for class, blah blah. During my break, I found out that the reason the internet account thing had been so confusing was that the landlord thought that the internet account was open, but really it was the PHONE account that was open. The internet was closed, obviously. She said she would reopen it, but it would take 15 DAYS. So I told the NYU housing coordinator that me and my roommates were just going to go out tonight and buy internet keys. It's 60 euros for the key and then 18 euros a week, and it's like an a little personal hotspot you just stick in your computer. We're taking out of our rent, obviously, until the landlady gets the internet fixed.

Maria and I try to go buy the key at the Orange store near campus, but they're sold out, obviously. So we go to the Champs Elysee. The store is huge, and after waiting in line and some initial problems, WE HAVE INTERNET.




We end the night (right as it starts raining again) with a cute dinner at some small resto off the Champs Elysee. On the metro ride home, some CREEPY ASS guy keeps staring at me, making some weird hand motion, and muttering "legs legs legs legs legs". That's what I get for wearing shorts. Got a couple cat calls on the way home too...I promise they weren't that short! Maria and I died of laughter though. So creepy.

 I did not make it to Bikram, obviously, but I am beat. Bikram tomorrow, hopefully. And a quiz, ew. And then going out!!

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Sounds like the Paris Metro my mom has told me so much about. She told me that shit like that happens ALL the time and that once a guy sitting across from her way blatantly jacking off while staring at her. Have fun on the Metro!

-Maggie

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