"La Vie" (Vicariously) : The Louvre

I've lived in Paris for two and a half months and I've just been to the Louvre. Two reasons justify my lack of being culturally inclined these past two months:
1- I wasn't exactly sure how to use my student card as free admission because there was no way I was going to pay. Aka I was terrified of going in!
2- Ever since class has started, I have no more time in my life to explore! Okay, that's not entirely true. Reread number 1.

Before I start with the museum, I just want to share a little story of my bus ride to the metro. I had my earphones in and was listening to some One Direction when a man came onto the bus and sat in a handicapped chair nearby where I was standing. He had some mental disability but we smiled at each other and I went on jamming to my teenage boy-band love. As the man prepared to get off two stops later, he said something to me which I couldn't hear because Harry Styles was pouring his heart out to me, but I quickly took out the earphones and said, "Quoi?" I definitely expected him to be speaking French just like every other person in this country who asks me for directions or has a random comment about the weather. Instead, he responded in English with a big toothless grin, "Are you French?" Taken a a back, I said no and proceeded to say that I was American. "What country from America?" I understood what he was trying to say and simply said, "Seattle, Washington!" Then the bus pulled up to his stop and he stood on the sidewalk waving at me until I couldn't see him anymore. I have no idea how he knew that I spoke English or whether it was a lucky guess for him, but either way, his sweet soul made an impression that morning.

Later that morning:
It was a very relaxed promenade through the Italian and French paintings of the Louvre. I'm not much of a museum-goer...I mean, who got to decide what was art and what wasn't? Why did they choose this naked statue over another? Why is the Mona Lisa so amazing? I see a painting- I appreciate the painting- then I move on. Boom. Thankfully, THANKFULLY, there is no modern art in the Louvre. I just can't with modern art.

Some days I go pant-less and some days I feel like I have no head too. Gosh, I can totally relate to these statues.

Ya know, there are postcards available for purchase that have the exact same painting on them over in the gift shop. I mean, it would probably save you a lot of time...