WIRELESS, or Obama upholds his promise of change

MY HOST FAMILY’S APARTMENT HAS WIRELESS AGAIN.

After six weeks without internet, I am absolutely OVER THE MOON about this development. In fact, I’m so excited about it I might start writing nonsense blog entries just for the joy of being able to connect to the internet whenever I want. Maybe I’ll stagger sentences in individual blog entries in a poetic, artsy-fartsy fashion, such as:

Post 1: I am
Post 2: in
Post 3: Paris, city of
Post 4: LIGHTS.

No. But seriously. You have no idea how pumped I am about this. No more trudging through mud and rain at 7:30 in the morning to the nearby park with wireless to get my emails! No more missing out on news from home because I can’t use Skype! No more foregoing the pleasures of Tina Fey’s SNL skits because in the time the video takes to load, my allotted free internet time has run out!

(Seriously, city of Paris, why in God’s name do you need to put a time limit on the free internet you provide me with at those few, very select locations? I am the only person who ever goes to that godforsaken little park with its weed-infested flower beds and one bar of internet connection. There is nobody else with a need for internet there but me. Why the 45-minute limit? WHY?!)

For the past two days, whenever anything good has happened, my host family and I have been chanting "O-BA-MA!" (Such as, "Our television is working!" "O-BA-MA!" "We're having chicken and frites for dinner!" "O-BA-MA!" "My teacher was sick and didn't come into class today!" "O-BA-MA!") So I'd like to fervently thank our President-Elect for the magic he has worked on the family wireless. It is much appreciated, Barack. You can carry on with all that other secondary stuff you're working on now, like choosing your staff and planning how to run the country.

Expect many – MANY – more blog posts to come. Probably with meaningful line spacing and links to SNL skits on YouTube. I’d write more, but I need to go waste a couple hours of my life catching up on the archives of EW.com.

This is glorious.