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So I was crazy blessed to go to Paris last weekend...and I've been thinking about what I want to say about the most beautiful city in the world...but something traumatic happened today that overshadows my vacation.

I had to write a 8 pg paper for philopsophy in spanish, and since I went to France I only had a day and a half to write it. shoot.

So I managed to finish it early this morning before class started...and then I had to write another paper for a different class and I only had 25 minutes. So my state was "uncalm", to put it gracefully.

I wrote about my weekend in Paris and I said that I had lunch with Quasimodo on top of Notre Dame and we talked about Esmeralda and croissants...you know, French things. And then I said that we went to the Eiffle Tower, but that the lines were too big to wait in....

Later in the day I had to say the word "line" (cola) to a Spaniard, but I actually said "ass" (culo). shoot! Then realization hit me that I had said "culo" instead of "cola" in my paper!!!!!

So, my professora is at home reading my paper about Quasimodo and I checking out the big asses by the Eiffle tower.

Monday's class should be fantastic.