Grab Your Glocks When You See Sepanta

This post will kind of have a gangsta theme. You'll see why later.

We left Aachen after our train was about half an hour late (classic!). We were back in 2nd class so there's nothing to write about. Arash and I played Pocket Tanks while families around the world were feasting on Christmas dinner. It's ok, don't feel bad for us, we probably had more fun. I'd like to think we were pretty evenly matched, but that's a lie.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pocket_Tanks

Anyway, we got back to Paris, and there was no one there (because they were all feasting on Christmas dinners). Here is a picture of how empty the biggest station in Paris was. It was kind of like being in a movie theater all by yourself (if you've ever been lucky enough to see a movie bad/hipster enough that nobody else wanted to see it).

So then we came back to the apartment and wrote our blogs (the last posts).

The following day we went out with Miriam and her cousin Hind. We walked around for a bit, and as we were walking towards Notre Dame, guess who I ran into? None other than CLAIRE KAIRYS (she goes to BC for all non-Eagles).

One of my life goals (I have a lot) has been to have a totally crazy random encounter with someone I know in a far away place, so I can gladly say I checked this off the list. After a solid 10 seconds of flipping out, we said we would hang out the following day and said our goodbyes.

After hanging out around Chatelet for a while we went to watch the couples ice skating at the rink at Hotel de Ville. Instead, we were greeted by the most gangsta ice skater of all time. Here is a fully edited video:

                                        

Now that that's over, I can unleash the song I wrote for Arash. It took a lot of time so please listen. Also, it's the censored version because my little sister reads this blog (hey Navva! somehow even the clean version has swears so don't listen):

Okay, maybe I didn't "write" it per sé but I added my own touch.

Anyway, we were mesmerized as the ice skater swaggered his way through the crowd. Then we went to a hookah bar and did Arash's (really it's Roshan's) psychology test. I forget the results.

So the next day Arash left for Strasbourg. Before he left, I collected a euro for the bet we had made earlier that Roshan would post on her blog. I said Roshan would (and she did) and here is my prize. Little does he know I promised Roshan half the earnings:

It was the first time we were separated, and I got really lonely.
Here was me that day:


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Notice all the empty space around me signifying my loneliness. Also, as a sidenote, I'm trying to use more emoticons to convey my emotions. It's kind of a New Years' Resolution. Anyway, Arash decided to use my 12-25 discount card since we're cheap like that, and ended up getting caught, having to pay a 100 euro fine, and I still have to go get a new one. Also, I just noticed this but am I starting to write kind of like Arash? I hope not. Maybe it's just because when I read it in my head I hear his voice in my head. OK, this is weird. Moving on:

Anyway, later that day, I hung out with Claire. We went to the Bastille area (I still don't know Paris well enough so that is where I take everyone) and went to some bars. Here is me with a girly drink (and Claire):

After I dropped Claire off at her hotel (I am such a gentleman) I was walking and I had to stop by this place and get a picture. It took me a long time to figure out how to work the timer. It seemed cooler that night but this picture makes me look like a ghost: (God why is my writing so bad? Damn you Arash)

Then I saw a car wash that was just sitting there. I've always wanted to walk through one (another life goal) so I did. Here is a picture of it:

The next day I was lonely again. I have no memory of what I did, so I will just say I was non-stop partying and blacked out for the next 2 days. Nobody was even back yet from Christmas so I just went by myself. It was aight. On the 29th I met up with Lily but I found out she was just using me to carry up her suitcase 8 flights (I am such a gentleman). We talked about colored elephants (what color would you rather have, pink or green?)

Then I biked back home at 4 AM because Arash was supposed to arrive back in 4 hours.

I slept through Arash ringing at my door and woke up a couple hours later. We reunited and it was kind of like this:

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Later that night we went to Steph's place. It was nice to see some Americans and Arash and I cuddled. We got a lot closer on this trip (why am I even putting up this picture?):

We took the nightbus home that night (it was Arash's first time) and then slept.

The next day was New Years. It was pretty forgettable, worst holiday ever. If you disagree, I will fight you.

After not the best sleeping arrangements (I won't complain because Arash had it worse, he was actually the gentleman by letting me take the air bed (there wasn't much air in it though)). We woke up after 3 hours to grab our things and head to the airport for BARCELONA. That will be a new blog post because I need to spread it out so I get more views because Arash is getting dangerously close to beating my view count. But he should grab his glocks before he blogs (that even almost rhymed!). Another life goal (this one's actually realistic): come out with a rap album. I am open to suggestions on rapper names and album titles.