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I am writing this on my terrasse, as I have decided that it is my personal duty to use it as much as humanly possible before it becomes too cold to be out here. Today it’s still sunny, so me and my laptop have found our way out here. It’s quite a lovely terrasse, and I am oh-so-lucky to have it. For anyone who’s keeping track, I believe that it’s a little smaller than a single room at Ripon College. Needless to say, I am much happier to be here than in a single room at Ripon College.

Do you know what happens when you go to Scandinavian bars in Lyon? The bartenders are all Irish, American music is played, there is more rum than coke in your drink, you try and sell your very-blonde friend into the unknown-Scandinavian-slave-trade, and a very old and drunk Irish (?) man tries to set you up with every.single.guy.in.the.bar, after which you have to go and apologize to said guys for crazy person that you don’t know (don’t worry Mom! I’m a smart kid!) At least no students called me at 1am this weekend.

I am still upset about my ultimate defeat at Virgin and FNAC. This is just not right. It has also left me feeling guilty about my persistence of listening to English music. I did not come to France for this! (also, Etam, please take note- I did not come to France to shop in your store and be serenaded by Hilary Duff. Please fix this. Love, Gina) I am out to discover all-that-is-new in French beautiful music. And by new, I mean new since the last time I was here, which was, oooooh, 3 years ago. So, sort of new? First step? Going to see PARIS COMBO on Saturday. Oh yes, be jealous now. Except for the fact that we bought the tickets without really knowing where the venue, L’épicerie moderne, was, and as it turns out, it’s sort of outside of Lyon. But I’m throwing the damn caution to the wind, because I have a ticket for Paris Combo. So there.

Now is the time at Quel est ton problème where I become jealous. Jealous of other people’s typepad blogs. Look at Coquette, at la.dauphine. Go- look! While all of Quel est ton problème’s color madness comes directly from me, my other, younger sister, baby is the brainchild of the wonderful Mayuresh, who works with my mother. He did a lovely job and definitely exploited every available part of blogger, but I still find myself resenting my decision to stay with blogger as opposed to paying for the bells and whistles of typepad. Alas, mes amis. I will remain sans bells and whistles and tags and easier links and photos.

Speaking of photos, I started a Flickr photostream of most of my pictures from Lyon. You can see the ones that didn’t make the Quel est ton problème cut and the many pictures I manage to take of what I eat.

I really hope that my carte de séjour arrives soon, as then I can sign the paperwork at L’école Chevreuil and start work there. I had planned to be more busy, but since my precious music class (which I LOST SLEEP being nervous about!) doesn’t start until, oh, October 20?, I am wider open than I though. Especially with finally going down to real half-time at le Centre Oregon. Maybe organizing the Inter-Centre Soccer Cup will distract me.

I need to buy a tv, Here I am in Lyon and I have not seen ONE episode of Star Academy, which is apparently on almost all the time, or any other bad reality tv program. What kind of a life is that? Well, it is one filled with a lot of cheese and wine and baguette. Ha.