In Which Ella Can Prove Her Age and Use Fruit as a Phone

As I have only just tripped and stumbled my way down the hill from Tal’s (darn those bumpy sidewalks), tonight’s post will be brief.

Today, I traded in these:


for a fancy, new state-issued ID. Now, I won’t have to take my French student ID card with me anytime I want to see a movie (apparently, I look like I’m twelve to the people in the box office at the cinema) or do anything else where I need to prove my status as a legal adult. I’d buy a lottery ticket, but seeing as I have a better chance of being struck by lightening than winning, I think I’ll abstain.

In other news, I found this very cool phone in Tal’s kitchen. It can’t call anyone, and I’ve yet to be able to find its buttons or touchscreen, but it can also be used as a snack, which is pretty snazzy.


At Least I’m Not Cross-Eyed Here

Today, Clara took pictures of me for her portfolio. For once, I actually like a few of the pictures of me. But mostly, I just love strawberries.