La vie est belle

This entry was going to be titled Vie de Merde, however, times have changed and most is right in my little world again.  I was going to complain that Danny has left me!  for the cows in Sonoma haha.  I was going to fret over the loss of my purse last night which contained such particular things as my California ID, my jacket, my visa (although ironically enough not mine but my parents...which I didn't even remember having until I thought long and hard about what was in my wallet), ma parapluie, GRE vocab flashcards ( which aren't mine either!), ipod touch/camera, phone+numbers/reveillé, my RIB/all my bank account info, potentially my passport, The Sun Also Rises (which I had just started reading on the metro that night), herbs, chapstick!, my fucking metro pass, my gloves, a check to the hospital I should have sent months ago....blahblahblah.....basically all trivial things when it comes down to it, however all things that would make my life a lot more difficult if they were to disappear.

I was a little late to school in the morning because I couldn't set my alarms.  I had to buy stupid metro tickets.  Thank god I still had my French visa in my back pocket ;)  I was most worried about my keys that I knew the lady I live with would overcharge me for replacing...school was hard because I went to bed 2 hours before I had to wake up.  Yay Australia day!
But seriously one of my funnest nights in Paris.  This seems to be a trend.  My other favorite night ended in a concussion !  However, ce n'est pas grave.  My purse magically reappeared at the bar when I went there directly after school.  I was positive thinking it all day.  And I think I might believe in god now.  Anyways, even in my lowest points of the day when I was shaking my head at myself inside my head saying ' you fucking idiot' going over all the ways it could have been avoided, I couldn't help realizing that as inconvenient as the situation would be, if something bad needed to happen to me, that's probably the least grave one.  I was also raking my mind trying to think of what awful thing I had done to deserve this!..as I do like to believe in Karma.  Thankfully, I couldn't think of anything too awful.  I was also reminded of that quote

How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.

 

which I've always liked.  Anyways my point is:  the things I hold dearest are alive and well, I didn't make some extremely poor life decision that I regret, and more trivially, I still had my Carte Bleu which meant I could still go to Grenoble tomorrow and could still take the metro to work, got no broken bones (I'm actually nervous about writing this haha)...so, take away my purse and I'm still feeling pretty lucky.
God am I thankful that I didn't have to deal with all that bullshit though, that would have been awful.  And I'm still fascinated as to how it happened.  It literally disappeared.  I searched and searched wtf I'll never know but I've changed the title of this blog to La vie est belle, and I'm happy for it.  Thank you for being alive friends.  I miss you

On a brighter note, Australia day was fucking amazing!  Leave it to the Aussies.  Such a great night.  Face painting, blue drinks and dancing.  I felt like I was at home :)

AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE !!