Went to the Catacombs with Soo Young on Friday. Then Saint Chappelle by myself.
The catacombs are mad scary, if alone, but cool nonetheless. Did you know there are 6 million bodies in the catacombs? Trivia. Anyhow, after catacombs, Saint Chappelle. It's hidden in the courtyard of the Palais de Justice and you need to go through security check before going in. Weird. Got in for free with my student card. Balla! [ie. Baller.] It's the most beautiful stained glass I've ever seen. If in Paris, go see this. So worth it.Beginning Sunday, my landlord stopped by and checked out the apartment, the movies I made in school, and hugged me goodbye and wished me a safe trip. First goodbye. He didn't really mean much except be a great landlord. Okay. That day I didn't do much because it was Sunday so Soo Young and I headed to the Orangerie where I went last week to examine the museum for my final.
It's still a great museum. Headed to Colette, it wasn't open so we went to get some hot chocolate from Angelina, known for its hot chocolate. So clearly we had to get some hot choco. Can I tell you how rich and delicious it was? It was like drinking a chocolate bar smothered in cold whipped cream goodness.
Alors, after this we parted and Katharine joined me for dinner back at Bistrot de Peintre, I believe it's called and had once again , the best cut of beef I've ever had in my life. Pause. Met up with Hools and Jeremy after. Went to this place where shots were 6 for 15 euro. Crazy shots. All the flavors you can ever want. The best part was outside the bar. There were some sick nasty graffiti murals. My fave was this one.
Biggie looks real. I wish I had this talent. I want to learn to paint with paint cans with fluid lines and no mistakes. So amazing.Monday was somewhat successful slash not. I went to do some shopping, bought presents for brobro and the sister which aren't much but I don't know what to get them and then headed to school. I don't remember for what, but I remember selling back my books then heading to Passy to meet Katharine for lunch. Ate at Thé Cool which was AMAZING. Alright, given it's a bit expensive, but it's so fucking classy. Ha. As am I. Bigger Ha. Had the best last lunch with Katharine and we were amazingly full. Yay!
That tasted like Pinkberry in a cake. No lie. Jello like, but delicious. Left her because she had to finish work. I went back to the Marais and continued shopping. Stopped at the Stravinsky fountain. The water was pumping that day. 
Anyhow, shopping was a continuous fail. However, Katharine met me après, and we walked to Pont des Arts to meet our lovelies for a night on the bridge. Fail. It started pouring so we ran to hide in the Louvre. The rain stopped, we were semi-drunk and ran around the bridge. Katharine kissed and waved to the tourists on bikes while everyone else waved to the bateaux mouches. So. Great. 
Got hungry so we got some Japanese food. MMMMM. I miss it. Headed to Mazet, met with mad people, said a lot of goodbyes. There were tears, but not from my part. Sad. I can't cry. Headed to the Moose to say good bye to Charlie, my 'first' friend in Paris meaning he was the first person I met going out in Paris. That made me really upset. No crying though.Today was my absolute last day. Woke up. Met Hools, went shopping in which I failed once again searching for my parents gifts. Met up with Sara, chick from my Ethnography class. Had some coffee with her. Seeing her in August, I hope! Bought mad macarons and left for dinner at Chez Gladines with Liv, Rachel, Oliver and Hools. First time I ever ate salad for dinner. It was the most unhealthy salad of my life. SO GOOD.
I don't like jambon de pays though. That shit is hard to eat. Who's with me. Anyhow had a great dinner with them. Said goodbye. So sad! Then went to Stolly's to say bye to Mike. He wasn't there so we just went back to my place. Chilled then said goodbye. I'm going to miss Hools for the two weeks I don't see her. It'll be weird. No doubt. I'm in the process of finalizing my packing. I need to finish. It's 2am and I'm already homesick. Paris feels like home. I'm kind of really upset. I'm afraid of reverse culture shock.Paris has been so good to me. It's helped me grow as a person, not really in my temper or anger management, but mostly in just relaxing and finding my inner self. I still don't know what I want to be, but now I know what I don't want to be. I know the things I want to do, and I'm setting goals for all of them. Someone told me we all have a destiny. I don't know if I believe this, but maybe it's true. We'll just have to see. Maybe Paris is mine. I really don't want this experience to end. Tomorrow, stateside, I'll be reminiscing on the days I had here and counting down the days until I return. Paris is really a dream. Although I was boyfriend-less slash companion slash best friend-less this semester, I found myself enjoying Paris even more than those who were. It's just something I know I will not have in New York. I'm not ready to go back to that fast paced scheduled lifestyle. No more French creepers hollerin', no more practicing French in my drunken state, no more French language period. No more baguettes, late nights out waiting for the metro to open at 530am, nothing compares to Paris. Absolutely nothing.
Until next time, Paris. À bientôt.
