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| I haven't xanga'd even a lick about France.
So, I'll post the first and last line of every
entry I've made in my journal since leaving
Melbourne-- because I don't want to study
anymore and because it will be fun.
5/1/2009
First line: I developed a soft spot for the old man sitting beside me on the Melbourne-Bangkok
leg of the trip.
Last line: I will drink the water, I will put some euros in the change purse, and I will burn, burn,
burn the incense in my room.
6/1/2009
Je suis arrivee a Paris il y a 1h et demi.
Maybe I'll get used to it, but right now I'm like, "HEAVENS TA BETSY, I'll pee on
the train!"
11/1/2009
I like listening to Vampire Weekend in iTunes because Vanilla Ice comes on after.
12/1/2009
Wouldn't that be funny if I addressed my journal in entries-- like, "I'm very content, Journal."
JE NE SAIS PAS.
13/1/2009
"WiFi" is pronounced "WeeFee" here, it's so cute and French.
I read every e-mail Greg sends me at least 2 or 3 times.
14/1/2009
I had a dream-- I was wearing wool gloves and leaning over an enclosure of sheep.
Of course their coats were exactly the same as my wool gloves and they were all saying,
"They're wonderful" but how a sheep would say it, like "They're wa-ahhh-ahhhnderful."
16/1/2009
Days are going by so quickly now.
And grocery shopping is scary
25/1/2009
Friday night we didn't get home until 11 o'clock the next morning.
I want to do that so badly!
30/1/2009
HOT DOG, with February comes a week off school and Ireland!
I hope I find one million euros tomorrow.
1/2/2009
First and foremost, I wish I could get into the habit of eating fresh fruit when I
come home drunk and second, I feel chilled to my bones.
Good story Jo, Hey thanks, Journal.
2/2/2009
I guess the first bit of trash that goes in the first trash bag off the roll is the wrapping
from the roll.
3/2/2009
From "I Am Not a Whore" by LMFAO: "They say I look yummy and they want a
taste/But I'm a human, not a sandwich."
6/2/2009
Tinned tomatoes, potatoes.
Don't forget about the chairs that looked like they had frog faces because of the way
the light was reflecting off them.
10/2/2009
When a month becomes dub digits, it's ovah!
MAD errands-- groceries, laundry, camera, window shopping, cleaning, then dinner
for Ada's birthday.
13/2/2009
Today is the day Christie and I leave for Grenoble and the day before we leave for Ireland.
I think in the last scene, I was racing down a mountain on a motorcycle, surrounded by my
captor's friends, who were chasing me.
14/2/2009
Grenoble's alright when it comes to nightlife.
And also, while Christie was throwing something in the garbage, an old guy pretty much had
gas in my face then walked away.
15/2/2009
Last night we went out late, found one bar that appeared to be quaint, and had 2 pints of
Guiness.
We will have tuna pasta for dinner, and tuna tomorrow, and tuna, tuna, tuna forevermore.
16/2/2009
We went to Temple Bar in the end last night.
I feel like half the population is out of the country at any given time.
17/2/2009
It was a big night... we got back to our hostel at 8:30 or so, just in time to partake in some
breakfast, gather our belongings, and head to the pick-up point in what we thought was a
timely fashion.
This leads me to believe that all tour guides in Ireland are named Barry.
19/2/2009
Back after a long day of travel!
I don't particularly care for feeling like that.
23/2/2009
Me, Julia, and Anna are going to Carnaval de Nice this weekend!
Whatevs, LCL, you're a fool of a bank.
28/2/2009
Well, I won't write much because I don't feel like writing much.
Oh well, it just means that the best weekend ever is yet to come.
1/3/2009
The swelling is down today and the cuts are healing.
Perhaps if I distance myself from the trash can I won't be able to smell the
contents of the trash can.
2/3/2009
Slept so restlessly.
4/4/2009
Lisa and I arrived in Zurich yesterday.
Vienna will be amazing-- I'm looking forward to the musuems, the architecture,
the grandeur.
10/4/2009
There was a banana in a bag on train from Venice to Florence.
12/4/2009
I had pizza for lunch but it was cold and there was an eyelash on one of the artichoke
chunks.
Oh, and all the contents of my bag were drenched in vodka.
13/4/2009
I'm on a big, beautiful bus from Torino to Lyon.
I think this drive is going to be rather scenic-- I've already seen two castle ruins perched
atop the foot hills of the Alps. What the HELL-- Europe is amazing.
16/4/2009
I told the weirdest lie today.
I can't wait to frame all the postcards of paintings I've bought.
17/4/2009
A pregnant girl no older than seventeen asked me for money at the train station.
Finally, one woman checked-- and had nothing for the girl.
19/4/2009
There is a giant blow-up, pink mouse floating on his back in the Rhone.
I looked over and saw a lady standing by the lake wearing a silver trenchcoat and
I thought she was a robot for a second and I wondered why I was being followed
by robots.
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| Shooby doo bop bop.
I'm leaving for France today!
And I opened with some scat!
Christmas was nice, New Years
was incredibly fun, and the past
couple days have been relaxing
and filled with kisses and hugs
and battling tears every now and
then.
It's just never going to be easy,
saying goodbye. I may start a new blog for my
Fradventures (dumb), and if I do
I will notify you of the YOU ARE
ELL.
I hope 2009 is the bomb diggity for
every single one of you (id est: the
three or so people that read my xanga
entries). Passeport!
Camambert!
Baguette!
Boeuf!
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| Imjustice stings and tears are stinging my eyes.
The funny thing is, it all started with a donut. It's almost Christmas and I swear to God I'll shake
off this shittyness before then.
I'm in an angry, self-loathing, life-loathing mood
and I probably won't feel better until I throw
something across the room or all the way down
the hall from this end of my apartment to the
other.
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| I suppose Australia is different in a number of ways.
I notice the little ways.
Cans of tuna are smaller.
Ketchup is sweeter.
People don't care what side you pass them on.
France will be a horse of a different color.
Or
Un cheval d'une coleur differente.
Are songs on movie soundtracks organized according
to the order they were played in the film? Must be,
cause otherwise I don't know how they would decide
and who would decide.
I thought of the taste and smell of sausage pizza. I
never cared for it, but I think that's only because often
there were chunks of rosemary in the sausage bits.
Greg's birthday is on Wednesday. We've never been
in the same place on December 10th, and I'm looking
forward to celebrating with him. I think it will be a
vurrryyy good day.
It's baffling-- it's almost a year ago that me, Ash, and Emily
compiled our lists at the diner and the bunches of balloons
lifted them up, up, and away over the water and they cleared
the trees tops. Some of the things on that list were silly, some were serious.
I doubt I'll make a list for 2008. What will you be like, Next Year?
Best wishes for your finals and your deadlines. I hope you
earn aces all around.
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| Oh la, I'm flyinig away to France on January 1st.
From holiday home to Paris to Lyon. I finished exams on Friday, so I've completed
2 years of college. Summer break will be tip top,
albeit shorter than anticipated. I got a box in the mail today from the Stovers
of York Springs, PA. No opening it until my
birthday, though. If I were in the USA on
Saturday, I would be buying booze all day
and pub crawling all night because I'll be
twenty-one. I'll get up to something nice here
in Melb, but I haven't formulated a plan yet.
Just hanging out with my friends and shmue-Greg
will guarantee a really good day. I was reading a magazine the other day and I
came across an article about a woman that's
afraid of bananas. Halfway through the article,
it was disclosed that she lives in Hanover, PA!
And looking closer, I realized that she was
standing in front of a banana display in the
Giant on Baltimore Street. What! What is
a bananaphobe lady from Hanover doing in
a magazine in Australia!
When I was swinging on a swing in a playground
in a park today, I was thinking about my neices
and nephews. I know Mary and Luke a bit, but I
can count on one hand the number of times I've
met Charles and Lizzie. And I've never met Isabel
or Max. I fucking love them all so much and I'm going
to be a stranger to them. I think I'll go out and buy Luke a little something
right now. Because I'm his godmother and I've been
a crap one. All I've ever sent him is a kangaroo finger
puppet! From now on, I'm sending him shit often.
While I'm out, I'll look for other things because I
have an awesome fashion idea. All I need is some
things and some sewing utensils and supplies. C'est un soulagement écrire.
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