i got my hair cut today-- just a trim, really. they massaged my scalp which was nice but only took off about a centimeter and it cost me 30 EUROS. holy shit!
as i was walking to a bigger grocery store about a half mile away in search of the kind of milk i like, this group of about 6 thugs walked passed me and were all screaming in my face being jackasses. good to know that there are jackasses all over the world, not just in america. they were harmless; just being jerks with their friends and i ignored it but what i really wanted to do was scream "get out of my fucking face!!!" in english or whatever language came to me. whatever.
they've changed my schedule and it's not bad. but the new hours don't begin until december so i won't really be working much until then. fine by me!
there is a birthday party tomorrow night for another assistant which should be fun because thursday is a bank holiday and no one has to work. wicked.
i bought an american magazine last weekend for about 6 euros and savored every last word. what is so strange to me is that while reading i am in my own little world of american diets and makeup and movie stars. i could be anywhere... and i half expect to walk out the door and say "yo" to my flatmate... i actually have to remind myself that it's "salut" instead of "yo," that i actually live in france.