When I went into the CUB (the student union building) to buy my books this week, a girl stopped me on the way out to tell me how cute my shoes were. She asked me where I got them, and I told her I got them in Paris. Sighing, she said, "of course you got them in Paris."
Funny how something stupid like that can make your day. I'm not sure that it was my being flattered that a random stranger liked the shoes I was wearing, or if it was the way the girl looked so sad yet impressed that I got them in the fashion capital of world. Hmmmmm, either way it made me strangely content with life.