Ok, look, it's moi. I've been a bad, bad person and have been ignoring my baby for quite some time, like I have too many times in the past. At least this time I can use the "limited internet access" excuse. It's totally true. No really, it is. And you try writing when there are a zillion people in the Centre Oregon running around and sometimes even yelling. Yes, yelling. But life has been whizzing by me for some time, and I've just stopped and realized it's almost Christmas. For anyone who's wondering, yes, I am staying here for Christmas. And no, my family isn't coming. But I am going back to Paris for 3 lovely days with the lovely Kelsey on Monday, and the Casse Noisette (otherwise known as the Nutcracker) next Friday. So happy. But anyway, the task at hand. What the heck has been going on here in Lyon? I feel like the only way I can give any sort of view of living through the past few months is in short little stories- basically in moments. After all, isn't that what sticks with you most? I'll try and do a few today, and then continue as my intenet allows. I won't have continuous access for a while, so my little laptop and I will try and travel together to some internet cafes over holidays (which start in 45 minutes!) So in no particular order (particularly not chronological)-


"Can you legally change your name in France at coiffeures?"- Katie Cosgrove
It turns out that even when you point to a color in a book, sometimes hairdressers will have their own idea of what should happen. I'm more used to the bright color now, even though it is definetely not the darker red-brown I expected. Until the pictures come, picture the color I had before, but BRIGHTER. And by brighter, I mean redder. A lot. But the coiffeur was hilarious and sang Madonna to me. How could you not love that?

oh shit, I'm out of time already and all I wrote about was my fucking hair. Umm, this is not good. I'm going to post some pictures and write more and go to an internet cafe. Go me. I must be really cool.