Tomorow is Halloween... last weekend I was spontaneously invited to a newly made acquaintance's halloween party. I dressed as Fran Drescher did in THE NANNY.

walking through a crowded jersey gardens today made me appreciate Paris' minimalism. no confusing superstores with overpowering air conditioner (however good trial mix and candy) and rude sales people (Meg Ryan-You've Got Mail-"ignorant sales people")....

Instead what I found in Paris were little shops each specialized in one item whether it be scarves, shirts, belts, pots, forks... anything. It's as if the streets of the romantic capital is designed purposely to enable you to use your own mind to make a valuable decision such as picking the perfect hat you make keep for the season, two days, or forever... What matters is that you put thought into it-creatively. Anyone can be creative in every activity life offers. Yes, Paris is famous for college kids attending the oh-so-famous Sarbonne... But there is no necessity to attend a fancy school to learn how to think creatively... In fact I think it is impossible; for thinking creatively revolves around one's individual perspective-no one else's. Thus, I refused to take Honors English... for I don't want someone to tell me how to write a paper. I want to do it my way, and perhaps collaborate with others to get inspired... there should not be any "right"way of performing such tasks that require unique mentality in order to have any value, I think. AND THATS WHY TEACHERS HATE READING ESSAY AFTER ESSAY, CUZ THEY ALL SOUND THE SAME!