France Is Shit

Today I have had the worst day of my life. I fucking hate Europe and I hate France. 

I landed in Paris at 8:40 AM, and I hardly got any sleep during the flight. Not because it was a bad flight, because it was actually not too bad, but I just find it hard to sleep in a plane. So, I started my day with no sleep and when I landed, I had to ask around to see how I was going to get to my destination, which was La Gare Saint-Lazare. I asked the woman at the info booth and she told me to take a bus to les Invalides, and to take the metro from there to La Gare Saint-Lazare. So I take the bus, which costs me 12 Euros, and it took about 20 or 30 minutes of driving through the city, which is ginormous! until it brought me to les Invalides. But by this time I had been teased by the sight of the Eiffel tower in the distance, so when I arrived at the Invalides, I automatically started walking towards the eiffel tower. About half way through the trip there I had already wished I hadn't decided to go. For one, it was much further than I expected, and dragging a 100 pound suitcase around in scorching heat didn't help. But to make things worse, this piece of crap suitcase started falling apart, first one set of wheels started getting all crooked, and then the second pair used themselves out completely. So by the time I got to the eiffel tower I was tired and pissed off. The I had to walk back, and that was an even bigger problem because I couldn't find my way back! So of course being tired, pissed off and lost I started crying. I kept asking people on the street for help, until I met this one lady, who wasn't from Paris, but had a good enough idea that she helped me out. She took out her map, and pointed out the directions for me, and then she actually just brought me to where I wanted to go. She even gave me a bottle of water, and all that time I was trying to find somewhere to buy something to drink. We walked and we talked and she told me she was from Argentina! and that she had been in Nice this weekend for work, and was heading home tonight. When we finally arrived, I thanked her warmly and even gave her a hug. I feel very grateful that this woman came along, I felt for a moment she was a guardian angel, even though those don't exist. Then when I went down into the metro to buy my ticket to get to the gare. When I get there, for some reason, you can only pay through electronic booths, so I go up to the machine, put this good-for-nothing Visa card in and OF COURSE it doesn't work. So I asked the dude, if I gave him $5 dollars if he would just give me the 1,98 euros that it cost to take the metro, but he didn't even know what currency I was holding in my hand. So of course I started crying again, and so he gave me some pass to go somewhere else and see if they'd take my visa. But I couldn't find the place, and I was bawling my eyes out, so I asked a lady if she knew where to buy the tickets, and she just gave me one of her own and told me not to cry. Thank you lady, you really helped me out.

I finnnnaaallly get to La-Fucking-Gare-Fucking-Saint-Lazare, and so I wait in line for my ticket for 30 minutes, and as I go to pay…that good-for-nothing card fails on me again! So this time, I really get worked up and I ask if they have wifi so I can try and contact my "boss". She says yes at the upstairs Starbucks, so I go up there and I'm still bawling and I ask if they have wifi, and the guy automatically gets worried and asks me what's wrong. So he's like, well come with me, I'll figure something out for you! So we walk around and he tells me to just take the train without paying, and in this time he buys me a frappacino and his friends come to see what's up. He explains to them what's the issue, and his friend then goes out of his way for some random chick who's lost in Paris, and bought me my train ticket. If I could tell you how much I really appreciate what you've done for me, but I can't because I don't even know their names. But I think they knew how grateful I really was. One day, if ever you're in Canada and you need help, you know who to come to! Anywho, now I'm sitting here, still crying 'cause I'm just so tired and stressed out, and I just want to be where I have to go. But my train only leaves in an hour. I hope I don't have to pee, 'cause it costs ,50 euros to pee, like wtf. And I already begged an older woman for change, and don't want to do it again!

Now my eyes hurt from crying, my feet are blistered and bruised, from walking in this little shoe things I bought and running over my foot with my luggage. My arms are dead from pulling it around, and I'm just so tired I could pass out where I am sitting right now!

Will this day ever end?

I fucking should of stayed home, fuck Europe.

I'm done ranting for now. I'm gonna go try and feed myself for the first time today.

Pictures to Come!!!

Tuesday July 3rd, 2012

3:40 PM (Wow, come to realize all this shit happened to me, and none of you are even up yet…)

Listening: To all the noise in the train station

Drinking: Nothing

Feeling: Like shit