dude, exams are over. and you know what that means. no? it means that i will soon be leaving my home away from home, my country that doesnt belong to me, ma deuxième pays. and that i will be enjoying pints and pints of ice cold draft beer. Ah, l'Europe. Good news: perry, shelfer, and munson are in london. i plan on meeting them on saturday and the european debauchery begins.

Whats up people, in the library at school, should be studying or working, but im communicating with you, my peoples. So picking up where i left off, cass came into paris, we did the tour of paris and saw the palais de tokyo, the louvre and whatnot. we went drinking for the cinco of course, and ended up at some cowboy bar where we played poker until three in the morning. while walking back to the hotel some fools gave us ride and ended up being big fans of my man paul wall. Arriving to the hotel with the drunk munchies like none other, i spied a basket of croissants for the buffet the next morning. The desk worker, drunk and mildly retarded, refused my money for the croissants. After we went up to our room I decided that something had to be done, i went downstairs, snuck past the sleeping drunkard, and arriving at the croissants, took a handful and bounced. The next day we went to arc de triomphe and le sacré coeur. And the last day we went out to versailles and walked all around the massive gardens for about four hours. We came back to rennes, where the party continued and i further postponed my studies. Cass left yesterday morning after we stayed up til 430, set the alarm for 530 and he missed his train. typical, but then again, who really thought we would sleep just one hour??

So i have less than two weeks in Rennes, and each day is (will be) bittersweet. For those young enough to enroll in study abroad, do yourself a favor. for those that have a way to travel abroad, do it. and if you can't....read a book.

space invaders

Last thursday, an american friend of mine, chris, who plays the saxophone and i decided to go play out in one of the squares in rennes. It was really cool, we had played together before but by far the coolest part was when a mormon, dressed in a suit, like his three friends, walked over and started listening to us. he talked to us a bit and then realized we were americans, and asked if he could play a song. he played in a punk-emo band or something or other. regardless, he took my guitar, then played and sang a song he had written about being ditched and being alone on a friday night...emo to the max. but it was cool, we talked for a while and as they were leaving, he hit us with the obligatory invitation to share the word of the book of mormon and the teachings of the modern prophet joseph smith...not so cool.
Saturday i left for dubai, on a qatar airways flight and was picked up at the airport by one daniel hunt. i had a great time in dubai, we went to the beach, rode four wheelers in the desert, went swimming at an oasis of some sorts, rode wooden water taxis (boats where all the drivers could be drunk and the results would be the same, that is to say they all run into eachother while docking and leaving.) we generally amused ourselves. after a couple of hellish hours in the doha airport, i got back to paris and xavier and his girlfriend nedjma picked me up. upon returning to xavier's house, i promptly connected my new digital camera to his computer to show him my pictures of dubai, and somehow erased them...all. oops. so xavier's parents are cool as hell, we eat homemade meals all the time, generally 3 to 4 courses (meal, salad, cheese, dessert and coffee) We went to the living horse museum outside of paris on monday, and on tuesday went for a walk trough paris and went to this art show. on wednesday we pretty much just laid in the cut and smoked spleefs with his pets and neighbors... not really, we worked, and thats why y'all are getting such a nice long blog entry, because i am procrastinating. well, after that long narrative of the past, we've arrived at...the present. have a good day.

xaviers dad...totally french