Archive | July, 2010

and so it goes

31 Jul

this is the last day and I am very sad
and I am going to cry about a million hours
but it’s okay because
in a few weeks the memories won’t be quite as sharp or vivid
and I’ll have to go off of sounds not images
and I’ll miss you all
and I love you all
and I want to stay forever
but life won’t let me.

So I’m leaving.
Paris, I miss you already though I’m still on your soil, feeling the metro thunder away in all hours
and wondering
what made this city this way:
dark and glowing and mysterious
and full of screaming wonders

I want to come back, and I will, one day


je t’aime, Paris.

just want to stand and stare

26 Jul

Well finally got around to writing a new post for you guys, actually I kind of won’t be able to because two people just sat down and I have a feeling that their business here (probably homework) is more important than mine (writing a blog post haphazardly). So I’ll truncate the list of what I wanted to write about:





There, you see, much more consise than the usual blabber. I’ll write more as soon as I have the chance. Until then, um, well, see you.

(ALSO, I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS: I am putting up a bunch of ridiculous pictures on this thing so you can see just what it is that I get up to here in Ol’ Europe. Swell stuff, it is.)

you don’t notice

18 Jul


Mainly  because no one is up yet, though it is a quarter after 9 and very chilly outside. Um. Well, I’m not worried about that, nor hungry, nor anything at all- not awake enough, you see. Going to maybe buy a soda-type-thing if I can find any loose euros floating around in my bag. Dang!

Today is my Lone Exploration day, as toutes mes amies particulaires are doing something either a) expensive; or b) for class. So I’m going to metro myself on down to dear ol’ Rue Mouffetard, partake in some lovely Japanese food, and possibly wander about. I’ll have to find an accomplice, actually, as wandering around Paris by my lonesome is not as fun as you may think it may be.

Not much else to write about, the program is half over which makes me very, very sad indeed. I’ll get into the intense stuff later, when I’m back home and have a wi-fi connection I can take advantage of.


live through winter

12 Jul

It is raining today, and thundering, and generally making a meteorogical nuisance of itself. Yay?
Also: last night, had a quiet and kind of melancholy talk with aforementioned kind-of-boyfriend, in which he recanted and, very eloquently, to be sure, stated that he wasn’t sure what really happened, he just kind of went with the moment. And once he had time to rationalize all the dopamine that had rushed through his brain, he realized it was a bad idea to fall in love with someone you’ve only known for six -now seven- days. I didn’t cry, because I’d figured that it was far too good to be true, and thusly I hope he doesn’t think he hurt me. Sure, I am somewhat disappointed, but in more of a “Dang!” way than “My life is overrrrr!”. There is still friendship, yes, and for now it may be a little awkward, but in a few days we’ll be back to normal, one warm spark-filled night residing in the back of our memories, never to be replicated again.
Which, quite honestly, is quite okay.


9 Jul

I wrote the below before certain events happened. You can guess what these were.

Okay, I have made a mistake. This is what it is:
I fell in love.
Yeah, I’m sure you’re asking what’s so bad about it. The bad thing(s) is(are):
He is also very, very into me. Which translates as “well I kind of have an unofficial boyfriend but it’s not like we’ve kissed or anything, just held hands/basically had hand sex on the top bunk and listened to Andrew Bird while other people chatted about miscellany below us and (apparently) didn’t notice me blushing and a little short of breath when it struck midnight and I had to go back to my own dorm.
This all is very nice, yes, and he is funny and clever and very very strange, but what am I going to do when I leave? Break off all connection?
In any case, I can think about that later, as right now I am sitting in my dorm room waiting for my friends (who have ditched me, or possibly vice-versa) to come back home. I think they are eating dinner or something. Or possibly looking for me. Unfortunately I have none of their numbers, so I am going to sit tight until they arrive, which should be soon. Hopefully. Maybe. Eventually?

Meh. Will write.

Just two things you’ve got to remember

4 Jul


Anyway, the above is true, I am actually currently sitting on the bottom bunk of the most comfortable bunk bed ever. We got into Orly at around midnight, due to an one-hour flight delay- I slept till nine and now my mom is imploring me to rise and help her find her way around the city. I need to take a shower so bad, I cannot express it adequately. Sorry. That was a bit of a TMI.
What am I going to do today? Take my parents and sister around the 6* arrondisement and show them where I stayed with a bunch of people last year; show them Rue Mouffettard; get them week-long Paris Visite metro passes (which are ever-so-handy); buy myself a towel (in case I aim to hitchhikeon a flying saucer, preferably one that is green); get some of those giant begnees (don’t know how to spell that)…
Yup, today’s packed. And now I’m going to try and remember all of the past 5 years’ worth of French. Alors! Allons-y!

‘n your opinion-

3 Jul

-which is of no consequence at all.
On our way up from Bellagio through the rest of Italy to Nice, it has been about three hours of nasty traffic and my dad pointing out nice cars. (They are nice.)
Absolutely wiggling with excitement to get to Paris, finally, and even more excited for it to be Monday already so I can make friends with everyone in the hacienda. Or at least try to, as I am not that good at acquiring millions of friendly minions. Hee! I’d make them run about in fields of clover. That’d be fun.

Writing is giving me motion sickness, will continue when stationary. Ciiaaaoooo!

which one, which one should i choose

2 Jul


Guess where I am right now? Sitting in the apartment in Bellagio, looking kind of obliquely out over the lake, hair a mess and still in my pajamas. I feel awesome.

Why? you ask?

We’ll be leaving early, since we have to drive up to Nice and take a short flight to Paris. Then I get to lead my family round the city for a day, and then I will be abandoned at the doorstep of L’Academie De Paris. Which, in case you didn’t get the hint, is going to be magnificent.
But I digress.

I have been writing blog posts on my little betrodden iPod, but unfortunately there is no Wi-Fi so I cannot post them for a while. I will find wi-fi, mark my words. It’s out there somewhere. So if suddenly a huge amount of posts are unloaded upon this blog, you’ll know why.

Back to Bellagio: it is really, really nice. Kind of touristy (every day, you hear German, English, French, different dialects of Italian…) but rather quaint and charming. It has a lot of stairs. We are staying in an apartment that is mainly above the town. Every morning, we must get down to the town, via said stairs. Yeah. Not fun, but it keeps me from gaining three million pounds from gratuitous gelato-eating.

Jeez, I can’t think straight ‘cos of sudden Paris excitement. I will either attempt to or will write soon. Thanks for reading.


and the house on the top of the hill

1 Jul

Well, today was rather lovely, really, despite spending a few hours aimlessly driving around and nearly getting killed by those crazy Italian drivers. Went to Bergamot (which was full of Gothic architecture, early Gothic) and messed around for a bit; went to San Pellegrino and looked for a nonexistent spa. Dang!
I did not accomplish much today. I am going to write tomorrow and the next day, and then PPAAAARRRIIIIIISS! WOO YAY.

See y’alls.