she's crazy. and just when you think you've reached the bottom of her craziness, there's a crazy underground garage.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Talk About Jet Lag...

Well, I finally made it here, but I wasn't really herehere until recently. Jet lag will kill ya. I think I'm almost on a normal sleeping schedule, though not quite on a normal speaking schedule. 

First day I got here was a frackin' disaster. Had to walk over 30 minutes from Gare de Lyon just to get to the hotel. With all my luggage. Which weighed well over 40 pounds altogether. Maybe more. Plus it was hot. And there was a lot of freaking people on the street. Oh yeah, and I've never been here before. But it's all gravy. Because I made it alive. Even though I think some little gypsy girl tried to rob me on my way here. It's fine. 

Loving Paris. Just feel like I'm not experiencing it enough. I need to get out more. As usual. Not that I don't have a million pictures already. Although someone's trying to ruin that aspect of it already by nonstop commenting. Talk about annoying. I don't think that makes me an ingrate. 

Missing someone. A lot. Not sure I'm missed quite as much, but even a tiny bit is fine. But that's only because:


Still need to visit:
-Notre Dame
-Le Sorbonne
-Tour Eiffel
-Champs Elysees
-St. Denis
-Musee d'Orsay
-Les catacombes
-A million other things I'm sure...

Did I mention how much I'm loving Parisian doors?

Thursday, June 23, 2011

ETA 3 days

 ~ Soon ~

Well, it could be 4 days, really. This whole timey wimey zoney thing is just confusing. Either way, in less than 3 days, I'll be on an airplane. Scary thought. Especially those packaged peanuts. I really hope they don't serve any of those. Choking hazard, if you ask me. Anyway, as usual, when it's last minute before something important, completely unprepared and things going crazy. My luggage literally weighs a ton, and the limit for a checked back is 50 pounds.

Checked baggage

Pay for your 1st and 2nd checked bags when you check in online or at the airport. All bag fees are non-refundable, per person and each way.
See. Oh well, now we'll just have to fly thestrals there or something. Plus my pedicure is ruined. Bob's growing on my forehead. And I still don't have a baby pig. 
 Who, I ask you, could say no to that face?

I still have to figure out where I'm going to go see... 
 I must see it, or I'll simply die.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Consumed with thoughts of you...

I see you in colors that don't exist...

  • You make me want to talk in a language I don't speak...
  • You're not perfect, and I know it. No one walking this earth's surface is, haha, but if it were up to me to define the meaning of'd be you.
  • I'd rather be with you...
  • You're my most favorite thing to lose sleep over.
  • I don't think you'll read this, but that's okay because I don't think I want you to know all this anyway.
  • My least favorite thing is having to say goodbye to you.
  • Every word you say, I think I should write down.
  • I love everything that you do, even if I would hate it if someone else did it...
  • I'm pretty sure I'm going to miss you more than I'm going to miss everyone else, even if you won't miss me half as much.
  • When I'm with you, I wish the world would slow down the way it seems to during class.
  • I have a ton of letters I've written you that I never plan on giving you.
  • I write the loveliest things about/to you.
  • Yours is my favorite smile.
  • And you're the one I want to marry...