"don't be overwhelmed, sweetie" says my mom. "you're f-ing kidding me, right?" i think back.
Talked to Rachel this morning. Genuinely happy while doing that. Enjoyed a soy chai and oatmeal from Starbucks for breakfast. Discovered Johnny Pacar is in the show Make It or Break It. I might have to start watching it for the sole purpose of watching him. He's gorgeous.
Had trouble falling asleep last night, after I wrote my last entry. Distracted myself with the second Princess Diaries book. Pure escapism. I read until my eyes were too tired to read anymore. Then I counted until I fell asleep, to avoid thinking.
Fb-chatting with Austin right now. He's a good friend. He always knows how to make me laugh.
I need to repack later today. I have a new duffel bag, so I just have to rearrange my stuff. Of course, I can't totally pack, since I'm wearing my clothes and shoes and stuff. But a lot of the stuff can be done, like the coats I'm taking back with me. I keep going back and forth on whether or not to take my grandmother's mink with me. In France, women actually wear minks, and not just for balls. It does take up a fair amount of space, though, and I would probably only wear it to church, and I haven't been to the American Cathedral in Paris since September. So maybe I shouldn't take it with me.
I wore it to the Debutante Ball. :) With my beautiful formal gown that I purchased in France. And my grandmother's diamond ring. I have a lot of beautiful things that were hers. I've worn a full length leather coat several times while I've been home that was hers, très chic. And my mid-thigh leather coat is in France, that was also hers. Everytime I wear something of hers, I think of her. Some people probably think it's weird to wear stuff belonging to a deceased woman, but it doesn't bother me. Grandmama owned beautiful clothes, shoes, and jewelry. I'm very fortunate to be able to own her old things.
I might put more pictures on facebook later. Bizarrely, that will make me feel productive.
I hope my test results come back today. I just want to go back to Paris. I'm missing out on so much. And as freaked out as I am about figuring out the paperwork with the French government to pay my hospital bills, not knowing if they'll pay or not is worse. And I can't start that process until I'm there. Plus, I'll have my friends and my job to keep me occupied.
I've e-mailed Paula three times since Wednesday, and she hasn't replied yet. I mean, I haven't told her anything conclusive, so technically there's no reason to reply, but I remember over the summer, she didn't always receive my e-mails, for whatever reason. Technology is so helpful, but we're so dependent on it at times. I do love that I was able to tell the whole world I was in the hospital, via Twitter updates from my cell phone, via my friends' updating my facebook for me, via my mom e-mailing the prayer chain at church, via livejournal updates, via texting and calling my friends.
Time for a late lunch. I really want to splurge on a sandwich from Howard's on Main, but I should probably fix something here. It's cheaper.
Had trouble falling asleep last night, after I wrote my last entry. Distracted myself with the second Princess Diaries book. Pure escapism. I read until my eyes were too tired to read anymore. Then I counted until I fell asleep, to avoid thinking.
Fb-chatting with Austin right now. He's a good friend. He always knows how to make me laugh.
I need to repack later today. I have a new duffel bag, so I just have to rearrange my stuff. Of course, I can't totally pack, since I'm wearing my clothes and shoes and stuff. But a lot of the stuff can be done, like the coats I'm taking back with me. I keep going back and forth on whether or not to take my grandmother's mink with me. In France, women actually wear minks, and not just for balls. It does take up a fair amount of space, though, and I would probably only wear it to church, and I haven't been to the American Cathedral in Paris since September. So maybe I shouldn't take it with me.
I wore it to the Debutante Ball. :) With my beautiful formal gown that I purchased in France. And my grandmother's diamond ring. I have a lot of beautiful things that were hers. I've worn a full length leather coat several times while I've been home that was hers, très chic. And my mid-thigh leather coat is in France, that was also hers. Everytime I wear something of hers, I think of her. Some people probably think it's weird to wear stuff belonging to a deceased woman, but it doesn't bother me. Grandmama owned beautiful clothes, shoes, and jewelry. I'm very fortunate to be able to own her old things.
I might put more pictures on facebook later. Bizarrely, that will make me feel productive.
I hope my test results come back today. I just want to go back to Paris. I'm missing out on so much. And as freaked out as I am about figuring out the paperwork with the French government to pay my hospital bills, not knowing if they'll pay or not is worse. And I can't start that process until I'm there. Plus, I'll have my friends and my job to keep me occupied.
I've e-mailed Paula three times since Wednesday, and she hasn't replied yet. I mean, I haven't told her anything conclusive, so technically there's no reason to reply, but I remember over the summer, she didn't always receive my e-mails, for whatever reason. Technology is so helpful, but we're so dependent on it at times. I do love that I was able to tell the whole world I was in the hospital, via Twitter updates from my cell phone, via my friends' updating my facebook for me, via my mom e-mailing the prayer chain at church, via livejournal updates, via texting and calling my friends.
Time for a late lunch. I really want to splurge on a sandwich from Howard's on Main, but I should probably fix something here. It's cheaper.