je veux aller à paris...

okay.
maybe the title of this post seems a little...irrelevant.
but let's be honest: paris is always relevant.
for real.
i dare you to:
go to paris,
go to paul. (ma pâtisserie préférée)
drink some hot chocolate.
eat. a freaking. beignet. (or! better yet: bring it back, and i'll eat that sucker for you.)(please)(but like, really. i'll sell my soul. you can adopt me, i'll clean your toilets. anything for a beignet.) (they're that good.)
then come back, and tell me you're not addicted.
i dare you.  
(good luck, i'm convinced it's impossible.)

speaking of paul's hot chocolate... 
my sweet daddy is in the kitchen right now, attempting to recreate that life-changingly delicious liquid chocolate heaven.

in other news:

• christmas decorating has commenced in the boucher household. oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree. noel. navidad.  it's the most wonderful time of the year, you know.
• 3 days until thanksgiving break! pass the potatoes.
• it's a solid 3 degrees outside. (fine, maybe 3 is a bit of a hyperbole, but still.)
• i got an instagram. and made one for my mom. we like to pretend we understand social media. (je ne le comprends pas.)
• i met someone at work last night. she is not lds. when she found out that i am lds, she immediately tried to bond with me over the insane difficulty of not doing certain immoral activities (wink, wink) before marriage. she was convinced that this was drawing us close together, forming a strong bond of friendship. little did she know: i think you have to like, date, before lust becomes a real issue. in other words: not much of an issue for kailey. whatevs. i just let her talk. she seemed pretty passionate about it. (despite my cynical tone, she was actually really nice. i liked her- as much as an anti-social kailey can like a person, that is.) 
• my brother is wearing a green and blue plaid fedora, skinny jeans, a grey h&m button down, and a black scarf... he told us today: "i don't care about fashion. i just want to wear whatever the crap i want because i like it. kam style!"
• i admire that. confidence is an attractive trait.
• dont get me wrong; i'm grateful he's moved on from his mismatched plaid phase.  (picture: plaid hat, plaid shirt, plaid shoes... and yes. all of those plaids=different)

• i have an 8 page essay due in 3 days.
• i have a solid 4 pages so far.
• i hate peer reviews. like: wait, was that supposed to be helpful!?
• why did my peers tell me exactly the opposite of what my teacher told me? 
• thank goodness for a blog that greatly aids my (already top-notch) procrastination skills.  

once upon a time i got a second job at a crepe place. 
i worked there one friday night.
their "rush" was laughable compared to zupas. seriously. hahaha.
also, their organization, training skills or lack thereof, and cleanliness could probably totes, one hundred percent definitely have been improved. 
butwhoevencaresbecause: i made 17$ in tips. in one night.

oh, p.s: that hot chocolate my dad was making?

success. 

hot chocolate competition, anyone?

oh. and don't even worry; yes i'm still lactose intolerant.

(whatevs. ignoring that small detail.  too bad my tummy doesn't want to ignore it too...)

aaaanyway.

seeing as i got about 4 hours of sleep last night (not a hyperbole this time!) i'm thinking it might be naptime maintenant.

stay strong until the break guys. the end is in sight, light at the end of the tunnel and all that jazz.

may i suggest: skip a class, take a nap, read a blog, eat a cookie or something. (purely in the interest of your sanity)

you're all super cute.
and i believe in you.

<3