put it in my mouth right meow...so porn

sorry for the huge gap in posts but i think i was suffering from seasonal depression bc paris is one big fucking grey blob with dog shit everywhere. ANYWAYS things were just trucking and nothing really exciting happened. thennnn api went out on the planned excursion to the south of france. it was love. we stayed in aix-en-provence for two nights and we made a day trip to cassis. then we spent a day in marseille as well. im in love with aix. its literally so beautiful and picturesque. we just walked around all day and got lost in the little streets. ate so much good food. there was even an open air market on saturday. that was probably my favorite part. so many awesome fruits and veggies, cheese, seafood, pottery, anything you could ever want. we also had a very successful evening out including tapas, karaoke, me getting called a BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETCH by a blackout french woman, me getting confrontational with some sleazy ass guys, dancing to black eyed peas then realizing everyone in the bar was chanting FUCK THE USA (so charming) but thinking they were chanting CHUG USA, then hitting up SNACK CESAR for a burger. o but wait that burger came on a BAGUETTE. and there were fries INSIDE the baguette. i ate it in the dark in bed by my usual standards and woke up with makeup and beef all over my sheets. cassis is a teeny tiny seaside town. hunter crapped his pants with joy bc he missed the coast so much. im not gonna lie i may have needed a wet one as well bc i LOVED it. putting my feet in the mediterranean was magnifique! marseille was a little meh just bc we were in a bus for the majority of the day. let me tell you i thought french ppl smelled bad but so do americans if you throw them in a non-ac bus for a million years. i think my face got sunburned through the window. i was like a little ant being fried under a microscope and if you know me you know how delicate my skin is. its like fucking rice paper. you blow on it and it decides to hate me and i turn into a scaly man fish. all weekend we continuously got snacks from the grocery and we all found a new love for pasta salad and couscous from the little markets. i think i ate about a million of those little tuperwares. o and fresh fruit tasted like angel pee. and by angel pee i mean it was the most glorious taste ever. heavenly.
the weekend trip proved to be a great escape for me and it has enabled me to reflect on my life in paris a little. i didnt realize until i got to the south that i wasnt that happy in paris. i was FINE but i wasnt having the time of my life. this is something i expected before i left partially bc im a debbie downer pessimistic polly negative nancy but also bc i had talked it about with kitty kat a lot before i came. she recently just spent her semester in spain and had an amazing time but as we both decided in discussion not "the time of her life" kat and i are very similar in that what most people see as being huge markers in their lives aka highschool, college, study abroad, etc havent exactly panned out how they do for most people. im not saying these things have been absolutely horrible and scarring (thought sometimes yes) but mostly that we dont see them as the best years of our lives. i know personally that i have no desire for college to be the best of my life bc then wtf is the point of living anymore. i may be a downer but im not about to settle for that and off it once i graduate. anyways im getting a little off track here. point is, ppl always say that study abroad is SO AWESOME OMG IM SO JEALOUS I HAD SO MUCH FUN IN ________________!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! insert any generic country there. not that paris is original. like i said before, i wasnt expecting that experience at all. but i guess i still got a little down bc i feel like everyone around me IS having that much fun while i just dont feel that excited. i know i should be shitting my pants to be in PARIS but im not. i will begrudgingly give up some of that to culture shock. the other part i dont really know. partially the lack of sunlight, although i have a hard time believing that seeing as i come from seattle where the sun is as rare if not more so than paris. i think i was coming to the brink of a lexi meltdown. if any of you have witnessed one of these, its not pretty. aka: rachel (hey remember that one time on the floor? o wait that was every weekend) so our little excursion to the land of the sun was just what i needed to get myself out of a funk. i readjusted my attitude and im going to let go of any anger i have towards things here. yes i will point out that its really fucking annoying that i have to avoid dog shit every time i walk out my door or that even when i try to speak french people feel the need to speak english to me, but i will not simmer over how much it pisses me off. its just paris and i cant change it. what i can do is get the FUCK over myself and start being proactive and positive. kate hunter and i will be going to all the monuments and be tourists bc guess what WE ARE TOURISTS. we will speak french even when we get responses in english. (sorry for throwing you guys in this but its a team effort right? meow...) i dont wanna come back and have regrets about my experience bc of what i did or didnt do. im going all out and letting myself be open to experiences and not be afraid of looking stupid (not hard) or making mistakes.
on a less soul searching note....teeps is arriving tomorrow night and im so excited that im shaking with anticipation of attacking her in gare du nord. shes bringing me gifts of america aka dryer sheets and i cant fucking WAIT. its also my 21st in a week so we will be running all over town. ive requested a bucket list as my only gift and im pretty sure that singing and or dancing in the metro for money will be involved. im a little terrified bc i think kate will take this really seriously and i will end up naked passed out in the metro right next to a hobo with a mustache tattooed on my face. on the upside ive always wanted a mustache tattoo. nothing a little makeup cant deal with RIGHT!??!?!?!??!?! i really hope i can show teepsy a good time bc i feel like she has high expectations for my expertise. ill just fake it till i make it. anyways the hw calls bc i apparently have a test tomorrow? blah id rather lie in bed and eat butter cookies.