{"id":257,"date":"2005-06-28T04:10:27","date_gmt":"2005-06-28T13:10:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/angrypirate.dreamhosters.com\/wordpress\/?p=257"},"modified":"2005-06-28T04:10:27","modified_gmt":"2005-06-28T13:10:27","slug":"yikes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/yikes\/","title":{"rendered":"Yikes"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px\"><a title=\"photo sharing\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/angrypirate\/22130266\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"border: 2px solid #000000\" src=\"http:\/\/photos17.flickr.com\/22130266_ec772c0c7f_m.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px\"><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/angrypirate\/22130266\/\">Yikes<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Originally uploaded by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/people\/angrypirate\/\">angrypirate<\/a>.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/div>\n<p>The musee d&#8217;orsay is ridiculously packed. Lucky for me, no one cares<br \/>\nabout Delacroix, Ingres, Regnault, or Gerome. How could you not love all<br \/>\nthe gore, mystique, tigers and exotic boobies!?! I am getting my fill of<br \/>\nall the art that&#8217;s out of fashion, and I&#8217;m loving it.<\/p>\n<p>There were too many dead people in that cemetary, I had to get out. I<br \/>\nfound Apollinaire&#8217;s grave (that was realy cool) and Chopin and<br \/>\nDelacroix. But there were so many graves it was impossible to find<br \/>\nanyone unless there were hords of tourists and barracades around them<br \/>\nlike in poor jim morrison&#8217;s case.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m pretty done with this paris thing. I think I&#8217;m going to go back to<br \/>\nmy vietnamese restaurant tonight. I keep making bad food choices today<br \/>\nand I&#8217;d like to end on a good note. I made the mistake of thinking I<br \/>\nneeded to branch out and try other bakeries even though the one by me is<br \/>\nfantastic and they are nice to me. Mistake! I had a terrible croissant<br \/>\nand an even worse cafe creme. Then I had a bad lunch mistake too. No<br \/>\nmore mistakes. I suppose I could do the first french place where I had<br \/>\nthe yummy salad. We will see.<\/p>\n<p>I did wander around after the cemetary and found a cool part of town.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s a heavily medditeranean and middle eastern influenced area. I tried<br \/>\nto get a shwarma but the poor guy was waiting on a bread delivery. There<br \/>\nwas a huge open market. Then I got kinda freaked because suddenly every<br \/>\ncafe I looked ino had no women in it, so I gave up and headed towards<br \/>\nthe musee d&#8217;orsay. Some neighborhoods have very manly bars that don&#8217;t<br \/>\nlook like a nice place for a single girl to have a quiet lunch. I gave<br \/>\nup on a cafe lunch, they are too expensive around here. I found a<br \/>\nsandwich deal. It was awful. I miss my chicken salad sandwich from the<br \/>\nother day. Boy, what a whiner today!<\/p>\n<p>So yeah, I&#8217;m done and I want to come home. Or atleast, I want to go back<br \/>\nto azure and jason&#8217;s house, and then I want to go home. Paris is ok but<br \/>\nI much preferred the activities of country living. Like creeks and bugs<br \/>\nand birds and cats and walks and flowers and butterflies. Those things<br \/>\nmake me so happy. Art and crowds confuse me. I&#8217;m really confused about<br \/>\nschool. Especially after spending so much money. But we will just have<br \/>\nto see. I will still go full time this semester. And then money will<br \/>\nfall from the sky and I won&#8217;t have to worry about it.<br \/>\n<br clear=\"all\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yikes Originally uploaded by angrypirate. The musee d&#8217;orsay is ridiculously packed. Lucky for me, no one cares about Delacroix, Ingres, Regnault, or Gerome. How could you not love all the gore, mystique, tigers and exotic boobies!?! I am getting my fill of all the art that&#8217;s out of fashion, and I&#8217;m loving it. There were [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-257","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/257","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=257"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/257\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=257"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=257"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=257"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}