I feel sort of gross. Like, I feel heavy and disgusting for no apparent reason. I'm hungry, the thought of food makes me want to puke. It's not good news. I actually think it's because it's so damn hot outside right now that I sort of want to wilt. Yeah, could be it ( Read more... )

You know what I miss right now? Taking the 96 bus home from Montparnasse in the late evening.

That and not feeling so damn numb all of the time. My dental appointment soliciting the same amount of excitement as eating at my favorite restaurant just isn't okay.

But I did gain a few pounds, meaning everything isn't sliding downhill.

Just watched Un long dimanche de fiancailles, and I sort of feel like crying. Won't do it, though.

Sittin' in my room. Bored. Alone. Counting the days until Xavier gets here.

The usual.

Well, it's official.

I'm going back to Paris: http://www.sciences-po.fr/formation/resultats/pi/pi_diplomes_admis_master.pdf

So I apparently got into the Master's program at Sciences Po.

Looks like it's back to Paris after graduation.

Wow. I hope the lady on the phone didn't make a mistake and potentially ruin my life.

When I got in my aunt's car after landing in Chicago, I was surprised at how utterly normal it all felt. France became a dream, and I'd never even left America ( Read more... )

Last night's party was intense. I had an excellent time, even if I had a hard time keeping it together at the end. People gave me cute gifts, and the card from Hélène and Yann is adorable. Elle est love de moi, c'est génial. The one bad thing, though, was that Julie H couldn't make it because she's in the hospital due to stomach problems. She' ( Read more... )

Just spent my last weekend in Chartres at Xavier's parents' place. Had some amazing food (as usual, really), enjoyed some good conversations with his mom, and got strangely emotional about the whole thing. Didn't cry or anything, but everyone seemed to be a little gloomy this afternoon when Xavier and I left to take the train ( Read more... )

Me: "What, is there a mosquito?"
Xavier: "No, it's a nocturne butterfly."
Me: "A moth, dear. A moth."

Love cultural exchanges like that one.

Um, you know how earlier I said I had a bad feeling ( Read more... )