No the title is not wrong I am proposing my 2006 Liberal Left Fantasy Football Team. This has stemmed from my friend Arbusto's blog and the specific conversation here, here, here, here, and lastly here. So without further ado here it goes:
QB: Peyton Manning
Reasoning: Actually was a toss-up between McNabb and Manning. McNabb, a minority, clearly only got the position due to affirmative action. But ultimately it is Peyton's never-ending spreading of the wealth that earns him the spot. Peyton has thrown 8 TDs to 6 different receivers this year and only one to his favorite target Marvin Harrison. It is this equal distribution of wealth to all of his teammates including 4 to TEs, 2 of thos going to the backup Fletcher.
RB: Edgerin James
Reasoning: Is there any better example of someone giving up everything he has to go work for a charity organization? Edge gave up working with Peyton, Harrison, and Wayne to go work with Leinart and the Cardinals offensive line. What Edge did takes great sacrifice and thus makes him the fruntrunner for RB on the Liberal Left Fantasy Football team.
RB: Frank Gore
Reasoning: Is there a more Liberal Left town than San Francisco? Enough said. Close second: Laurence Maroney, same reasoning only New England.
WR: Marvin Harrison
Reasoning: At age 34, Marvin Harrison represents the senior citizens of football. He is on the team to voice concern over his social security and retirement benefits that the government may not be able to pay him.
WR: Terrel Owens
Reasoning: Prescription drugs are costly these days, and with Owens taking so many he is obviously concerned about their price.
WR: Jerry Porter
Reasoning: Even though he hasn't played all year, he is on the team. In fact that is why he is on the team. He is collecting his paycheck and not even playing. He is not injured, sick, or handicapped. He is just collecting his wellfare.
TE: Marques Colston (cheating a bit here but he is still considered a TE under Yahoo fantasy football)
Reasoning: Young, minority, and representing New Orleans. He is rebuilding that city TD by TD.
K: Robbie Gould
Reasoning: Well he could be playing for either the Liberal Lefts or the Righteous Righties because he is neither wide left or wide right; he is always straight down the middle.
Defense: New England Patriots
Reasoning: Basically the same as Frank Gore at RB. Rather than having one New Englander though (Maroney), why not have a whole team from Ted Kennedy's home state.
Honorable Mention: Troy Vincent
Reasoning: Although he is an individual defensive player (S), he was unemployed (just hired), old at 35, black, and head of the NFL Players Association For the last reason alone he should be put on the Liberal Left Fantasy Football Team.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Clowning Around in Paris
Title story:
So once again I am going to do something very Castanza like, in my eyes. Instead of focusing on law school here in Paris like I am supposed to be doing, I am going to take classes on how to be a clown. Yes a clown. I feel that because it is actual classes it is much to organized of a thing for Kramer and could easily see George quitting his job to do this. Although it won't be circus clown classes (rather French theatrical clowns) it should still be fun and something completely random that I could put on the ol' resume just to get weird questions about it.
Thankfully the Bears have a bye week:
If you haven't read this story yet, I suggest doing so. But I have always wondered why terrorists have not attacked a football stadium, especially one like Michigan. How many other times can you find over 100,00 plus people compacted into a small area. Isn't that an easy target? Symbolic? High number of fatalities? I mean I am not wanting someone to do this, but I guess I am surprised they have not taken a page out of Tom Clancy's Sum of All Fears.
Maladies in France:
Anyone that knows me, knows that I am constantly sick. So I decided to list all of the things I have had go wrong since being here in France (have been here not quite 2 months):
Cold
Sinus Infection
Kidney Stone (2nd one in 3 months)
and my favorite Arthritis in my foot...this is the same foot that had surgery on it 6 years ago and is now developping arhtritis from the surgery according to my podiatrist. Yes I have a podiatrist, in fact I think I could staff an entire hospital with all of the medical personal I visit.
And yes I am still under 25 years of age.
Weight Loss:
Current weight loss is at 11 kilos or 24.2lbs. I still say the best diet for a guy (only guys) is to come to France. It has nothing to do with the full squid (not cut up into indistinguishable pieces), purple rice, seaweed soup, weird mushrooms, or steamed prunes that I am forced to eat; I just always lose weight in France.
When I came here I had 3 goals about my weight. One was easily attainable, one that I expect to do but will be more difficult, and one that will take some work but would be awesome if I can do it. Here they are:
1. Reach 100 kilos. When I got here I weighed myself at 214.5 kilos, I am now at 103 kilos...almost there. Hopefully will be there at the end of October.
2. Be under 200lbs, this is roughly 93-95 kilos (I am too lazy to do the math right now) I think I can reach it but it will be close.
3. Be at 185lbs. This is going to be really tough and if I really press myself I think I can do it, but then again I am lazy. We will see how the first half of November goes.
For those that were curious 114.5 kilos is equal to 151.9lbs and I am now at 226lbs in a month and 20 days.
So once again I am going to do something very Castanza like, in my eyes. Instead of focusing on law school here in Paris like I am supposed to be doing, I am going to take classes on how to be a clown. Yes a clown. I feel that because it is actual classes it is much to organized of a thing for Kramer and could easily see George quitting his job to do this. Although it won't be circus clown classes (rather French theatrical clowns) it should still be fun and something completely random that I could put on the ol' resume just to get weird questions about it.
Thankfully the Bears have a bye week:
If you haven't read this story yet, I suggest doing so. But I have always wondered why terrorists have not attacked a football stadium, especially one like Michigan. How many other times can you find over 100,00 plus people compacted into a small area. Isn't that an easy target? Symbolic? High number of fatalities? I mean I am not wanting someone to do this, but I guess I am surprised they have not taken a page out of Tom Clancy's Sum of All Fears.
Maladies in France:
Anyone that knows me, knows that I am constantly sick. So I decided to list all of the things I have had go wrong since being here in France (have been here not quite 2 months):
Cold
Sinus Infection
Kidney Stone (2nd one in 3 months)
and my favorite Arthritis in my foot...this is the same foot that had surgery on it 6 years ago and is now developping arhtritis from the surgery according to my podiatrist. Yes I have a podiatrist, in fact I think I could staff an entire hospital with all of the medical personal I visit.
And yes I am still under 25 years of age.
Weight Loss:
Current weight loss is at 11 kilos or 24.2lbs. I still say the best diet for a guy (only guys) is to come to France. It has nothing to do with the full squid (not cut up into indistinguishable pieces), purple rice, seaweed soup, weird mushrooms, or steamed prunes that I am forced to eat; I just always lose weight in France.
When I came here I had 3 goals about my weight. One was easily attainable, one that I expect to do but will be more difficult, and one that will take some work but would be awesome if I can do it. Here they are:
1. Reach 100 kilos. When I got here I weighed myself at 214.5 kilos, I am now at 103 kilos...almost there. Hopefully will be there at the end of October.
2. Be under 200lbs, this is roughly 93-95 kilos (I am too lazy to do the math right now) I think I can reach it but it will be close.
3. Be at 185lbs. This is going to be really tough and if I really press myself I think I can do it, but then again I am lazy. We will see how the first half of November goes.
For those that were curious 114.5 kilos is equal to 151.9lbs and I am now at 226lbs in a month and 20 days.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
A Cat Gets Better Vacations Than I Do
So the other day at dinner my host mom says, "Oh did I mention I have a cat?" Now I thought this might be a joke or something. I mean I had been staying here 3 weeks, and I saw no cat. She then said, "It is on vacation in Provence."
"What???" The cat is on vacation. Now I really thought this was a joke. She saw the incredulous look on my face and pointed to hot host daughter, "Tell him we have a cat." She was slightly laughing because she knew I didn't believe but said they did. Now I was really skeptical because hot host daughter was laughing.
The Chinese exchange student (CES), who also is staying here (this apt is like a really expensive hostel), chiped in too, "yep there is a cat." Now I was still not believing this and thought maybe the CES just caught onto the game they were playing with me.
So host mom then says that she is leaving the next day to go bring it back. Now I could tell she wasn't joking. They actually had a cat, and it was actually on vacation. So I began asking questions...
Name: Mincey
Color: Mainly white, with brown, and black
Eyes: Blue
Type: I don't know cat breed names in French sorry
Age: 16 pretty old cat
I then asked the interesting questions, "What do you mean by 'vacaton'?" Thinking they dropped it off while they were on vacation or something like that. Oh no, the host did not actually go on vacation just the cat. Yes that is right the cat went on a vacation but it's owner could not. Wanting to know more about the cat I then asked, "Is it friendly, how does it act?"
She answers by saying, "Well it is going to be depressed and lay around when it comes back, it is always like that after its vacation." Yes this isn't a one-time deal; it is annual. She continued, "When it is in the country it gets to run around, hunt, climb trees, but when it returns here it has nothing to do but lay around."
I then ask, "Where is the cat at?" Thinking just outside Paris or something. Oh no, Southern France. Yes the cat vacations with Paris Hilton, Jenifer Aniston, Nicole Richey, and Mincey. Now it wasn't on the coast but still Provence is a great region in Southern France. (Largely known for its cuisine and herbs).
So yes I live with a family, who sends their cat on vacation each year to Southern France. The cat runs, climbs, hunts, and whatever else cats do in the wild until it is time to come and then it rests up until next year when it gets to go on vacation again. Until then Mincey lays around the house and eats the fish and vegetables that is cooked for her every night. Oh did I forget to mention they cook cod and green beans for the cat every night. Yes that is my host family.
"What???" The cat is on vacation. Now I really thought this was a joke. She saw the incredulous look on my face and pointed to hot host daughter, "Tell him we have a cat." She was slightly laughing because she knew I didn't believe but said they did. Now I was really skeptical because hot host daughter was laughing.
The Chinese exchange student (CES), who also is staying here (this apt is like a really expensive hostel), chiped in too, "yep there is a cat." Now I was still not believing this and thought maybe the CES just caught onto the game they were playing with me.
So host mom then says that she is leaving the next day to go bring it back. Now I could tell she wasn't joking. They actually had a cat, and it was actually on vacation. So I began asking questions...
Name: Mincey
Color: Mainly white, with brown, and black
Eyes: Blue
Type: I don't know cat breed names in French sorry
Age: 16 pretty old cat
I then asked the interesting questions, "What do you mean by 'vacaton'?" Thinking they dropped it off while they were on vacation or something like that. Oh no, the host did not actually go on vacation just the cat. Yes that is right the cat went on a vacation but it's owner could not. Wanting to know more about the cat I then asked, "Is it friendly, how does it act?"
She answers by saying, "Well it is going to be depressed and lay around when it comes back, it is always like that after its vacation." Yes this isn't a one-time deal; it is annual. She continued, "When it is in the country it gets to run around, hunt, climb trees, but when it returns here it has nothing to do but lay around."
I then ask, "Where is the cat at?" Thinking just outside Paris or something. Oh no, Southern France. Yes the cat vacations with Paris Hilton, Jenifer Aniston, Nicole Richey, and Mincey. Now it wasn't on the coast but still Provence is a great region in Southern France. (Largely known for its cuisine and herbs).
So yes I live with a family, who sends their cat on vacation each year to Southern France. The cat runs, climbs, hunts, and whatever else cats do in the wild until it is time to come and then it rests up until next year when it gets to go on vacation again. Until then Mincey lays around the house and eats the fish and vegetables that is cooked for her every night. Oh did I forget to mention they cook cod and green beans for the cat every night. Yes that is my host family.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Should I Be Flattered?
Titile:
So yesterday on the Metro something...very me happened. I swear these things only happen to me. I had a transvestite hit on me. More specifically she/he (I am not sure which they were more of, or what the proper pronoun is there) got up to exit, gave me their number, said "call me" in a disturbingly frightening tone (like a husky come hither male voice), and then exited. I missed my stop because I was too stunned to do anything else. So I guess I should kind of be flattered (?) I have never had a woman hit on me (or none so obvious), but i am more disturbed than anything else. I cringe thinking about it. No Arbusto I did not call.
The French and Time:
Today the CLE (continuing law education) class I went to got over 20 minutes late. This is suprisingly better than the 30 minutes last time. Now I know the French have absolutely no concept of time, but seriously 20-30 minutes is a long fucking time after 2 hours. At that point my brain was wandering off to whatever I could think of because it was so long. I really don't understand how the French have trains that are to the second, but when it comes to everything else they just act like time does not exist.
Annoying Classroom behavior:
There are always people in class that annoy the hell out of me, it is just who I am. At law school there are the "Over Achievers", "Chatterboxes", "Dumb Question Askers" (Yes there are dumb questions), "Constant Talkers" and "Nodders". Now before I go on I will admit I do nod sometimes but when I catch myself I stop. And I am a Constant Talker, sorry it is me.
Over Achievers, Nodders, and Dumb Questioners are pretty straight forward.
Chatterboxes are the ones in class that constantly talk to their neighbor, but it is so loud everyone in class knows that the two got herpes from the same guy.
Constant Talkers can be split in two divisions. The first being people who talk in class (when called on) about everyday. This is me, sorry again (I actually will post on why I do this later and am actually thinking about writing a book about it for college students). And then there are the ones who ask questions just as class is getting over. Those people should have their tongues cut out...and then fed to them. They wait till there is two minutes left and ask a question that takes 10 minutes to answer and everyone has to hear the answer that is pointless anyways. The rule is clear for clear concise questions 7-10 minutes remaining in class min. For long complicated questions 12-15 minutes must be remaining in class. Period. No exceptions. If you must stay after and ask the prof the question.
France has taken the whole question at the last minute thing to a new level though. In multiple classes people have asked questions 10-20 minutes AFTER class. Not only that they ask multiple questions. God I hate that. Plus the French have added another category to the annoying list "THE ONE WHO ANSWERS ALL QUESTIONS EVEN RHETORICAL ONES" Oh yes in each of my classes I have one person who not only nods but also talks, confirms, and answers EVERYTHING the professor says. Just audible enough that doesn't disturb the prof but so that everyone can hear them. Let me make this clear.... I HATE THEM.
Why the Parisiens Can't Walk On the Street:
This will be a longer post later on how people are supposed to walk in the street or in buildings including not standing in heavily traveled areas. But I must say I finally understand why the people in Paris just kind of walk all over the sidewalk instead of having directional sidewalk flow. (You know where you stay on the right and oncoming foot traffic stays on your left.) It is quite simple, most Parisieners don't drive. It is instilled in most Americans brains that you stay on the right side of the road, sidewalk, stairs, etc. But if you have never driven anything and don't constantly ride in a car, you would never figure this out. So I will give the Parisiens a break on this one.
Sorry no new Pigeon stories, but I did take this photo at Notre Dame. Apparently he has better luck with them than I do.
So yesterday on the Metro something...very me happened. I swear these things only happen to me. I had a transvestite hit on me. More specifically she/he (I am not sure which they were more of, or what the proper pronoun is there) got up to exit, gave me their number, said "call me" in a disturbingly frightening tone (like a husky come hither male voice), and then exited. I missed my stop because I was too stunned to do anything else. So I guess I should kind of be flattered (?) I have never had a woman hit on me (or none so obvious), but i am more disturbed than anything else. I cringe thinking about it. No Arbusto I did not call.
The French and Time:
Today the CLE (continuing law education) class I went to got over 20 minutes late. This is suprisingly better than the 30 minutes last time. Now I know the French have absolutely no concept of time, but seriously 20-30 minutes is a long fucking time after 2 hours. At that point my brain was wandering off to whatever I could think of because it was so long. I really don't understand how the French have trains that are to the second, but when it comes to everything else they just act like time does not exist.
Annoying Classroom behavior:
There are always people in class that annoy the hell out of me, it is just who I am. At law school there are the "Over Achievers", "Chatterboxes", "Dumb Question Askers" (Yes there are dumb questions), "Constant Talkers" and "Nodders". Now before I go on I will admit I do nod sometimes but when I catch myself I stop. And I am a Constant Talker, sorry it is me.
Over Achievers, Nodders, and Dumb Questioners are pretty straight forward.
Chatterboxes are the ones in class that constantly talk to their neighbor, but it is so loud everyone in class knows that the two got herpes from the same guy.
Constant Talkers can be split in two divisions. The first being people who talk in class (when called on) about everyday. This is me, sorry again (I actually will post on why I do this later and am actually thinking about writing a book about it for college students). And then there are the ones who ask questions just as class is getting over. Those people should have their tongues cut out...and then fed to them. They wait till there is two minutes left and ask a question that takes 10 minutes to answer and everyone has to hear the answer that is pointless anyways. The rule is clear for clear concise questions 7-10 minutes remaining in class min. For long complicated questions 12-15 minutes must be remaining in class. Period. No exceptions. If you must stay after and ask the prof the question.
France has taken the whole question at the last minute thing to a new level though. In multiple classes people have asked questions 10-20 minutes AFTER class. Not only that they ask multiple questions. God I hate that. Plus the French have added another category to the annoying list "THE ONE WHO ANSWERS ALL QUESTIONS EVEN RHETORICAL ONES" Oh yes in each of my classes I have one person who not only nods but also talks, confirms, and answers EVERYTHING the professor says. Just audible enough that doesn't disturb the prof but so that everyone can hear them. Let me make this clear.... I HATE THEM.
Why the Parisiens Can't Walk On the Street:
This will be a longer post later on how people are supposed to walk in the street or in buildings including not standing in heavily traveled areas. But I must say I finally understand why the people in Paris just kind of walk all over the sidewalk instead of having directional sidewalk flow. (You know where you stay on the right and oncoming foot traffic stays on your left.) It is quite simple, most Parisieners don't drive. It is instilled in most Americans brains that you stay on the right side of the road, sidewalk, stairs, etc. But if you have never driven anything and don't constantly ride in a car, you would never figure this out. So I will give the Parisiens a break on this one.
Sorry no new Pigeon stories, but I did take this photo at Notre Dame. Apparently he has better luck with them than I do.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Gender Issues
HOLY CRAP!!!!
Today walking to the market I saw a person walking towards me. Bravo Furry a person walking towards you in Paris. But this person was different. It was an old woman with her coat on, scarf around her head, big sac full of things, and her full facial beard. WHAT??? Yes you heard me a full facial beard with mustache and all. I didn't even have to pay the $5 to get into the freak show. (I know I am going to hell already, so might as well say it). I mean this wasn't your old lady's fuzz this was long strands of ugliness on her face. After my brain processed that this indeed was a woman, I nearly barfed on the street, seriously. I know it is shallow, but it was hideous. After 5 minutes I started laughing to myself about it (I know already I am a horrible person), but the laughing caused me to think about it again, which nearly caused me to barf again. I mean don't you at some point have to shave it? What is the ruling on facial hair for old women?
Speaking of mixed up genders....
Western Europe uses the Euro (I know some countries don't, but just go with me here) this is a coin based monetary unit for the most part. That means the majority of products or services are paid for with coins, which in turns means you have to carry a lot of coins. This leads to men with coin purses. Now I am not as open to my sexuality as say Arbusto, but am not nearly as closed as Brandon or the human garbage disposal. But, I do have a some weird problem with my masuclinity about carrying around a coin purse. I think I would be caught carrying a murse before a coin purse. Yet all of the men do it here. All. It is a very weird thing for me, and I don't think I will be converted.
Weird difference between two countries:
In the US we use a "." as a decimal point and a "," to seperate between thousands and millions etc. In France it is completely the opposite and fucks up my head. Here in France they use "," as a decimal and a "." between the thousand mark and million mark.
Weird irony between two countries:
In a country that does not use the metric system (i.e. USA) we have 2 liter bottles of pop. Yet in a country that does have the metric system (i.e. France) they only have 1,5 liter bottles of pop. ??? (notice how I used the "," too)
Today walking to the market I saw a person walking towards me. Bravo Furry a person walking towards you in Paris. But this person was different. It was an old woman with her coat on, scarf around her head, big sac full of things, and her full facial beard. WHAT??? Yes you heard me a full facial beard with mustache and all. I didn't even have to pay the $5 to get into the freak show. (I know I am going to hell already, so might as well say it). I mean this wasn't your old lady's fuzz this was long strands of ugliness on her face. After my brain processed that this indeed was a woman, I nearly barfed on the street, seriously. I know it is shallow, but it was hideous. After 5 minutes I started laughing to myself about it (I know already I am a horrible person), but the laughing caused me to think about it again, which nearly caused me to barf again. I mean don't you at some point have to shave it? What is the ruling on facial hair for old women?
Speaking of mixed up genders....
Western Europe uses the Euro (I know some countries don't, but just go with me here) this is a coin based monetary unit for the most part. That means the majority of products or services are paid for with coins, which in turns means you have to carry a lot of coins. This leads to men with coin purses. Now I am not as open to my sexuality as say Arbusto, but am not nearly as closed as Brandon or the human garbage disposal. But, I do have a some weird problem with my masuclinity about carrying around a coin purse. I think I would be caught carrying a murse before a coin purse. Yet all of the men do it here. All. It is a very weird thing for me, and I don't think I will be converted.
Weird difference between two countries:
In the US we use a "." as a decimal point and a "," to seperate between thousands and millions etc. In France it is completely the opposite and fucks up my head. Here in France they use "," as a decimal and a "." between the thousand mark and million mark.
Weird irony between two countries:
In a country that does not use the metric system (i.e. USA) we have 2 liter bottles of pop. Yet in a country that does have the metric system (i.e. France) they only have 1,5 liter bottles of pop. ??? (notice how I used the "," too)
Monday, October 02, 2006
Dreaming
So it is 7:30AM right now and I am pretty wide awake, even though it is so early, I am happy. Why? I just had the best dream ever, you know one of those dreams that just makes you feel wonderful when you wake up, no not that kind of dream you sex fiends. Well not quite. It was a dream that filled that void in my life, made me feel as if I was wrapped in a warm blanket, put a smile on my face, and gives me hope about my future.
So what was this wonderful dream? (sorry if it skips around but you know how dreams go)
It began as almost the narrative of a girl who was writing/wrote a book. She was well educated and was a writer by profession. She had dirty blond hair about shoulder length, kind of plain yet beautiful face, about 5'4, and an average body with slight womanly curves. She loved to take long runs in the morning just before the sun rose, and would narrate to herself on these long runs or just think out loud.
Now it appeared she and I were dating, probably not for long either because we still had that giddyness when we met, you know when two people are first dating and really like each other. That feeling that you never want to leave them and feel so nervous yet excited and happy when you are together.
It was around the holidays because she was at her parent's house even though she had her own home. Oh and she was married. WHAT??? No, I wasn't really cheating, she was married to a gay man, so that he could get insurance (not exactly sure how) even though that man had a significant other too. I know, I know, who has a dream like this. Oh yeah I think her name was Amy.
So I am dating a writer, who is married to a gay man, and has not told her parents yet that the marriage is kind of a farce and the man she is married to is gay. Oops did I not tell you that yet. So it is very awkward going over to her house during the holidays to see her. Her Dad even took me aside and had the whole, "What are your intentions for seeing her young man?" talk. I told him that we just had great conversation together, which was true, but not my intentions. Plus was kind of odd because I was over there when everyone was going to sleep. But when I entered her room we felt like teenagers because we left the light on, so as not to give away what we were really doing, which wasn't talking. Instead we were making out, well not so much as making out as giving light kisses to each other. Then I woke up.
Now most would say I woke up before the good part happened, I on the other hand feel differently. What I dreampt about is the one thing I want most in life. I want to feel close to someone whe feels the same way about me. I want to be able to have the latest kisses be just as exciting and nerve racking as the first kiss. I want that constant feeling that I am wrapped up in that warm blanket.
So what was this wonderful dream? (sorry if it skips around but you know how dreams go)
It began as almost the narrative of a girl who was writing/wrote a book. She was well educated and was a writer by profession. She had dirty blond hair about shoulder length, kind of plain yet beautiful face, about 5'4, and an average body with slight womanly curves. She loved to take long runs in the morning just before the sun rose, and would narrate to herself on these long runs or just think out loud.
Now it appeared she and I were dating, probably not for long either because we still had that giddyness when we met, you know when two people are first dating and really like each other. That feeling that you never want to leave them and feel so nervous yet excited and happy when you are together.
It was around the holidays because she was at her parent's house even though she had her own home. Oh and she was married. WHAT??? No, I wasn't really cheating, she was married to a gay man, so that he could get insurance (not exactly sure how) even though that man had a significant other too. I know, I know, who has a dream like this. Oh yeah I think her name was Amy.
So I am dating a writer, who is married to a gay man, and has not told her parents yet that the marriage is kind of a farce and the man she is married to is gay. Oops did I not tell you that yet. So it is very awkward going over to her house during the holidays to see her. Her Dad even took me aside and had the whole, "What are your intentions for seeing her young man?" talk. I told him that we just had great conversation together, which was true, but not my intentions. Plus was kind of odd because I was over there when everyone was going to sleep. But when I entered her room we felt like teenagers because we left the light on, so as not to give away what we were really doing, which wasn't talking. Instead we were making out, well not so much as making out as giving light kisses to each other. Then I woke up.
Now most would say I woke up before the good part happened, I on the other hand feel differently. What I dreampt about is the one thing I want most in life. I want to feel close to someone whe feels the same way about me. I want to be able to have the latest kisses be just as exciting and nerve racking as the first kiss. I want that constant feeling that I am wrapped up in that warm blanket.
Paris Hilton
YAY YAY YAY:
My internship looks like it is going to start. I am being very cautions in hopes that I don't jinx it. I finally got a call from the lawyer today and we FINALLY set up a time to meet. This should be an oppurtunitly like no other because she is the director of the international arbitration section in the biggest law firm in France. International arbitration is such a hard field to break into that I am hoping my schmoozing/networking skills will come to life.
Title explanation:
So the daughters of my host took their father's last name, Hilton. I just realized that if I can somehow date one of them, I'd be dating a Hilton in Paris. Although, I despise Paris Hilton, it does make for an interesting story for children or grandchildren. "Oh yes I dated a Paris Hilton" I just won't tell them it was a Hilton in Paris not the Paris Hilton.
Weirdest Ad Yet in France:
On the Metro (subway here) today I noticed a particular sign that was kind of odd...
I will let you decide for yourself here you go:
It is for Eurostar (a highspeed European Train) promoting Romance in London. Sadly it took me 3 times staring at the sign before I realized they were not just talking about breakfast with your loved one in london.
Near Death Moment:
Today walking down the street I had a pigeon that was flying directly at me chest high and going 20 miles per hour. Normally I am used to birds flying around humans, this time I had to jump out of the way to avoid a collapsed lung and big poof of feathers. It was only about 6 inches from me before jumped out of the way. So lets recap, so far pigeons have pooped on my black shirt I just bought and one of only 2 shirts I had at the time, and now nearly impaled my chest.
Pigeons: 2 Me: pathetic
My internship looks like it is going to start. I am being very cautions in hopes that I don't jinx it. I finally got a call from the lawyer today and we FINALLY set up a time to meet. This should be an oppurtunitly like no other because she is the director of the international arbitration section in the biggest law firm in France. International arbitration is such a hard field to break into that I am hoping my schmoozing/networking skills will come to life.
Title explanation:
So the daughters of my host took their father's last name, Hilton. I just realized that if I can somehow date one of them, I'd be dating a Hilton in Paris. Although, I despise Paris Hilton, it does make for an interesting story for children or grandchildren. "Oh yes I dated a Paris Hilton" I just won't tell them it was a Hilton in Paris not the Paris Hilton.
Weirdest Ad Yet in France:
On the Metro (subway here) today I noticed a particular sign that was kind of odd...
I will let you decide for yourself here you go:
It is for Eurostar (a highspeed European Train) promoting Romance in London. Sadly it took me 3 times staring at the sign before I realized they were not just talking about breakfast with your loved one in london.
Near Death Moment:
Today walking down the street I had a pigeon that was flying directly at me chest high and going 20 miles per hour. Normally I am used to birds flying around humans, this time I had to jump out of the way to avoid a collapsed lung and big poof of feathers. It was only about 6 inches from me before jumped out of the way. So lets recap, so far pigeons have pooped on my black shirt I just bought and one of only 2 shirts I had at the time, and now nearly impaled my chest.
Pigeons: 2 Me: pathetic
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