Called my mom and talked about getting me a bike to ease the transitions between buses and such (thanks for that suggestion, I don't know why but I NEVER would have thought of that). Everyone around here has a bike. There are bike rack things on the buses. She's gonna look into it, especially since she's kinda wanting a bike too so if I move in January I can just give her the bike.
Talked to Sherry. She says if she does move in it won't be till August and she didn't seem super thrilled about sharing a room and I was like I'LL GO SLEEP IN THE LIVING ROOM AND JUST LEAVE MY STUFF IN HERE SERIOUSLY THE LIVING ROOM IS BIG ENOUGH I JUST CAN'T AFFORD THIS and she was like hmmmm well it IS a pretty good option.
Meanwhile I remembered that I was gonna sell dolls and if I do that I'll be charging for the French/European fans in euros, so with about six dolls (each doll takes about two days) I have a month's rent. So I went ahead and opened a fanpage on facebook and I'm gonna start selling them soon. Gotta finalise my pricing ideas in my head.
The page is here. Like it and tell your friends to like it. I don't limit my doll-knitting to MOR, you know. I started this with Doctor Who dolls, remember? I'll knit absolutely anything you send me a picture of, provided I have the right yarn. And I have a TON of yarn. I have gold. I'll knit an Enjy vest if you want.
My mom told me that if I find myself a sure job in France she'll pay for me to get my work visa and she'll pay for the plane ticket to get me there. A fan's mom offered me an assistant teaching position an hour and a half out of Paris, but ideally my dream would be to get back to my city. I even miss battling tourists on my way to class. So I was looking at websites for other teaching positions for private institutions IN Paris (preferrably ones that teach adults due to my issues with patience) and... I found this site.
TRANSLATION SERVICES. SEND US YOUR FRENCH DOCUMENTS AND WE PROMISE TO MAKE IT ENGLISH.
There are FIVE of this company in Paris. Granted I'm not finding any sort of job application section on the site, but SOMEBODY has to be doing that translating. More importantly, if this company exists, others do too. THIS IS A JOB THAT EXISTS. LET ME DO IT. Translating French stuff to English is basically MY DREAM JOB. I'm not afraid to be a substitute teacher on the side. Subs make like 35/hour in France apparently. I'll put up signs in tabacs offering to proofread English homework and stuff too. I did it for my host sister, I'll do it for strangers.
Basically, for the first time I see a job that seems like something I would be good at, something I'm qualified for, and something I would enjoy. Literally for the first time since I picked French as my major.
WHO DO I EMAIL
Except um clearly I'm not going to be moving to France RIGHT NOW or anything... but Phoebe graduates next year and she's been looking for jobs too.
TAKE ME BACK TO THE LAND WHERE DOG POOP LITTERS THE SIDEWALKS
I'm a little teeny teeny bit reluctant to make any of this an official plan because I wonder if this homesickness will wear off and I'll develop, like, Stockholm Syndrome for America. I don't know, maybe it'll be okay and I'll decide I like it here. There were things about America that I missed while I was in France... I just find I miss the France things much much more when I'm here. I felt like a badass every day. And I already know the métro like the back of my hand...
And by "last one I promise" I mean these people have to get back to class and I have to get back to Paris, but once summer rolls around we'll have nothing on our schedules sooooooooo...
My current favourite thing is Leigh's (Mikele's) serious/sad face. It's SPOT-ON.
Now it's time for Flo to come be famous in America so Kelley can have a career as a Florent Mothe impersonator.
Seriously though. I am insanely proud of this because we decided to do it on a whim (whereas I'd been planning the J'accuse mon père one for monnnnths) and we basically talked about it for two days, then met up at Kelley's apartment with bags full of all the things we'd found in our houses we'd thought might be useful. We spent ZERO DOLLARS on this one!
Dom: I saw something about Flo smoking. D:
Loony: DON'T WORRY HE CORRECTED IT WITH A TRUMPET.
Dom: IS THE TRUMPET ANOTHER INSIDE JOKE THAT I MISSED?
Loony: No it is fact! He learned how to play the trumpet because he wanted to quit smoking! And Mikele was SO PISSED because it was during the tour and Flo was always playing the trumpet while Mikele was trying to sleep.
Dom: You're kidding.
Loony: It was in an interview they did on 6/9 a while back! The video is blocked in my country on copyright grounds.
Dom: Oh my god. >> That's so brilliant.
I think that made my life.
Far: That couldn't be any more humorous or amusing if you tried (well maybe it could...) but it's good he quit smoking, even if it was with... unusual methods. (He couldn't have tried patches or those little fake cigarette things?) Maybe he just wanted to get back at Mikele for his rejection.
It also amuses me that it makes it sound like they constantly shared a room.
Dom: Well, judging on what I read two seconds ago, they shouldn't have had their falling out yet. >> So Flo probably didn't even really think about it.
And it's very likely that they did, even IRL. Or at least, it makes sense in my head if they would have. <<
Far: XD it's still just amusing that of all ways you could have to give up smoking, learning the trumpet and sending everyone insane with it is one of them.
Loony: THIS IS A VIDEO of the troupe passing some fans in some minivans.
IF YOU LISTEN, YOU HEAR A TRUMPET WHEN ONE OF THE CARS GOES BY.
IT IS APPARENTLY FLO.
Dom: I HEARD IT.
OH MY GOD.
Loony: I am trying really hard to imagine him buckled up in the back seat of a car, playing a trumpet.
Dom: It's a beautiful image.
Almost as beautiful as the image of the annoyed Mikele sitting next to him is amusing.
Loony: Mikele is sitting next to him just letting his head knock against the window.
He's going. "Trumpet. Trumpet. Trumpet. Trumpet." under his breath.
Flo is so clueless.
Dom: This was the scene I imagined:
Mikele: You shouldn't play that thing while we're moving. > : /
Flo: *Takes a break* Why? D:
Mikele: Because if we crash then it'll go through your face.
Flo: o__o What makes you say that?
Mikele: Because it's what I've been imagining for the past fifteen minutes I've been TRAPPED IN THIS CAR WITH YOU. D:<
Loony: (I mikelol'd.) POOR LITTLE FLO. HE THOUGHT THAT HIS TRUMPET-PLAYING IMPRESSED MIKELE.
Jess: THE NOISE WASN'T THE ANNOYING PART OF THE TRUMPET PLAYING, FLO JUST MADE THE MISTAKE OF KEEPING IT IN HIS BACKPACK, AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT'S IN THERE.
IT WAS LIKE A RAZORBLADE GUN!
Loony: SO MANY WOUNDED SECURITY GUYS
Dom: OH NO. NOT THE SECURITY GUARDS.
Far: Someone should patent that as a lethal weapon. At least they've got a way of protecting themselves from the really stalkery fans.
Though Mikele may end up turning it on Flo if it got that annoying.
Jess: THE REAL REASON MIKELE REJECTED HIS LOVE IS THAT FLO PLAYED HIS RAZORBLADE TRUMPET AND IT BLASTED PAST MIKELE'S MECHE, SNIPPING A SINGLE STRAND OF HAIR.
MIKELE WAS NOT A HAPPY MIKELEKITTEN!
Loony: "ALRIGHT THAT IS ENOUGH FLORENT. THAT IS ENOUGH. YOU HAVE WOUNDED MY MÈCHE YOU TERRIBLE TERRIBLE HUMAN. GET OUT. GO SLEEP IN SOLAL'S ROOM TONIGHT."
"But but but but Mikele!"
"GET OUT OF HERE. I AM GOING TO SKYPE CYNTHIA AND IT IS GOING TO GET SO SEXY AND YOU NEED TO GO. NOW. ONLY SEXYSKYPING WITH CYNTHIA WILL REPAIR MY WOUNDED MÈCHE."
*Flo runs out the door crying and hugging his trumpet to his chest*
HE DIDN'T MEAN TO, MIKELE, I PROMISE HE DIDN'T. JUST DON'T REJECT HIS FLOVE!
Dom: And then Solal will be confused because he's rooming with Merwan and they were practicing their ballet. D:
I am proud to say that this conversation led to crappy fanart from me. And a hilarious follow-up from Jess.
Oh we do have fun.
On a serious note, we're also doing a fan project for the troupe and we're constructing an English wikipedia page (which is actually turning out better than the French one!). Plus there is all sorts of fanfiction (we just got one for Salieri/Nannerl last night, which is a pairing I never through would ever work but APPARENTLY IT DOES) and people are coming up with amazing flotos and videos.
I am being a bad lj-er, but now that I've got Beautiflo Mikelomanie up and running (and populated by some hilarious, wonderflo people) I've been funnelling most of my need to squee over MOR into the forum instead of constantly posting here about every little thing. If you're a MOR fan who reads or used to read or enjoyed reading my MOR posts, I highly recommend joining us at the florum. We're having a good time. We're currently hunting for the funniest Rosenbeeeeeeerg video and now there's even a fantastic fic up in the fanworkings section. We're building a legit fandom over there!
Anyway, I was totally going to post my review from seeing the show from the fourth row that Tuesday (it's two weeks ago now, isn't it? Wow) but instead I fell asleep. My sleep schedule is still all wonky. But all the photos and videos are online. After that post (WHENEVER THAT WILL BE SORRY) I have stagedoor stories from Thursday and Friday and I have my grand finale with MOR story from Saturday. I am also going to make an epic Sims post and I'm going to start sharing some of Flo's Canada music again (just found another song today!). So look out for these things!
Unfortunately, none of this will happen tomorrow, as I will be offline all day visiting my grandparents in the buttcrack of North Carolina. Yayy. So you guys better give me a lot of catching up to do on the forum when I get back! I'm already pretty behind on my Rosenbeeeeeerg videos, but I gotta get some more sleep now so I'm just gonna get to it later.
In real life news, I went shopping with my mommy on Monday and discovered that I can buy stuff at Rue 21 now! We spent less than two hundred dollars and got me a million new shirts, this amazing sweater-coat with lacy cuffs that totally reminds me of Salieri, grey jeans, warm boots that almost come up to my knee, two pairs of legwarmers, sunglasses, and a really really gorgeous black dress. Well, actually we got the dress at Dress Barn, and for the first time they sent me to the skinny people side of the store when I walked in! And that was where I got my dress! Feeling pretty good about life. But my wardrobe is totally black, white, and grey now. FRANCE. YOU GOT ME.
French people keep asking me how I know about Mozart l'Opéra Rock, and I keep mumbling something about Vivre à en crever and youtube.
Well, now that I've finished my exams (!) which were actually pretty easy (!!) even though I've barely done any work all semester (!!!) and I definitely elected to blog about MOR and dance around my room rather than study (!!!!) I have very little to do with myself. Not that I do much with myself anyway. So I was going through my old livejournal entries to see if I could track down the day this all began.
I want to show that beautiflo picture from Tuesday to my past self, huddled alone in a college dorm room eating Easy Mac and crying over mean hallmates, and be like "DON'T GIVE UP, KID. THIS IS YOUR FUTURE." Seriously, one year ago I was in the worst part of my life, and now I'm in the best. I don't know if that qualifies as karma, but I'll take it!
Anyway, just out of interest, I made a little timeline of my obsession. I'm proud to have learned that my love of Nuno is over a year old! And I figured I'd go ahead and link you guys to some of the less embarrassing (that's questionable) older entries for the lulz.
In reverse order!
Real Life stories:
07 December 2010 - Convincing Flo to make a funny face with me
05 December 2010 - Mikele's birthday, fourth time seeing the show, Flo is definitely my favourite
04 December 2010 - Seeing the show for the third time: the understudy "spectacular"
02 December 2010 - Florent Mothe saw my embarrassing livejournal
01 December 2010 - Long English conversation with Flo, bisous from Mikele
28 November 2010 - The Sad Saturday: freezing at the stagedoor, lost my poster, made embarrassing Sims 3 characters
24 November 2010 - Flo wrote a postcard for Katherine, Mikele really likes gloves
23 November 2010 - Mikele wearing my gloves on television
17 November 2010 - Hey so I knitted some gloves! (Flo recognised me, Mikele *really* likes gloves)
14 November 2010 - Second time seeing the show; Mikele's head got stuck in a curtain
12 November 2010 - Premier, first time seeing the show, first time interacting with Flo and Mikele
06 November 2010 - A picture with me (flipping out) in it shows up on the official website
03 November 2010 - The first time I saw the cast in person
I have an entry that mentions seeing the posters in Paris for the show for the first time after I moved here (apparently my reaction was to stand in the middle of a crosswalk and cry out in love) and, though I don't think I ever mentioned it on livejournal, I distinctly remember harassing the other girls who came to Barricade Day in June with my annoying habit of screaming every time I saw one of the posters on the streets. It was the first time I'd ever seen real life proof of the show's existence! You know! Outside of my computer screen!
Anyway, then I got back into my old entries from dorm life, and that's when they get really embarrassing. I'm just going to post the ones I consider highlights.
23 March 2010 - I found a YEEOOOOWWWwwwWWWWwww video
16 March 2010 - Found out I'd been accepted into study abroad ("I can...stagedoor Mozart l'Opéra Rock every single day..." "...becoming Mikelangelo Loconte's stalkeriest fan...")
23 February 2010 - Got bored and gave gorgeous makeovers to pictures of Mikele and Flo
7 February 2010 - Made Mikele and Flo on the Sims 2 with Katherine's help
17 January 2010 - Found out MOR was coming back to Paris ("I made breathless fangirly plans to see the show at least once but hang out at the stage door of the Palais des Sports at least once a week until Mikelangelo and Florent assume that I've seen the show millions of times and become my best friends")
14 December 2009 - a screencap of Katherine's and my Petville pets, "Mikele" and "P'tit Flo"
12 November 2009 - The discovery of "YEEEOOOOWWwwwWWWww" and the night Katherine and I designed the ideal spoon train with Mikele and Flo
9 November 2009 - The first time I saw clips of the actual show on youtube
7 November 2009 - The day a video of an acoustic L'Assasymphonie kept me out of the clutches of depression and I decided Mikele would be my favourite
6 November 2009 - The day I discovered Nuno and that Flo can play guitar
2 November 2009 - "Reason #9234901 why Mozart l'Opéra Rock is wonderful." The first time I realised Flo and Mikele were magic.
9 October 2009 - As an irritable 18th century costuming fan, I decided that the costumes were annoying
23 September 2009 - First hint that I might go to Paris. I was confused and overwhelmed but knew MOR was a priority.
*31 August 2009 - I think of this as a turning point. This was when I first noticed that MOR was becoming a big part of my life and that everyone on livejournal was going to be hearing me go on about it soon, so I just made an entire post that attempted to introduce everyone to it.
15 August, 14 July, 10 June, 2 June - No actual mention of the show, but these are all the days I finished parts of my 18th century ballgown project, and while I was sewing I listened to nothing but MOR over and over. I distinctly remember hemming up my stays and trying to sing along with Victime de ma victoire but having no inkling of context or lyrics. I just like the Zauberflöte part.
30 June 2009 - First attempt to be an ambassador for American fans and translate the songs into English. (The website is gone because the forum threatened to sue me.)
19 June 2009 - The first time I knew this was going to be a good thing. ("A part of me wants to whiiiine that they're set in the 18th century and not taking advantage of it, but the rest of me is just staring with my mouth open at the pure awesomeness of this collision of goth, emo, and mozart. It's just so... freaking awesome, really.")
3 June 2009 - First mention of Mozart l'Opéra Rock on my livejournal! I did a music meme and MOR showed up, but I wasn't sure about the lyrics and nobody was able to guess it. I imagine things would be very different if I did that meme right now.
And! I went back through old entries on 18thcentury and found the entry that introduced me to the Vivre à en crever clip! It was posted on May 29, 2009. That is officially the day my obsession was born. I'm proud to say I go back that far!
Alright livejournal friends. How did you find out about Mozart l'Opéra Rock?
An Epic Review of the Entire Series
Growing Up Cullen parts one and two (though everyone's pretty much seen that)
A Twilight Movie script parody
And, of course, the last two minutes of this interview:
lol Robert Pattinson.
Also, we watched the commentary with Bella and Edward and the director, and it was the funniest thing I've ever seen. I have never laughed so hard in my life. I'm going to assume Robert Pattinson was high or something.
And then I got inspired to make some icons.
Hurr. Nothing epic, but you know. Icons.
I may ETA this post later when I have more time or more to say.
34243 / 50000 words. 68% done!
Today's word count bar is the colour of a daisy that is not being pushed.
ETA: Firefly episode nine. EW EW EW EW BLEEDY STICKS. But I think I kind of love Zoe now. She's really good at delivering those good ol' fashioned badass lines. And my annoyance at Mal has traded places with my apathetic sort-of-like for Kaylee. They're all growing on me. And I really want to watch the next episode but it's UM FIVE THIRTY A.M. and I have to go to office hours at 10am tomorrow.
*watches it anyway*
I'll just sleep all day Saturday.
ETA again: Oh Wash. You get all the snarky lines, but you only pull off a few of them. Yet when you do, it's glorious. That said, omgjealousangst is REALLY UNNECESSARY. And aww, Simon and River. Villainy man is REALLY CAMP. All he needs is an albino lackey with a wheelbarrow. And lol Zoe. And yayyy return of the shepherd! He is win. As is "I'll be in my bunk." EW EAR EW WTF. And then! The preacher! The gun! The kneecaps! I LOVE HIM. He's like my granddaddy if my granddaddy was AWESOME. And the last five minutes made me explode with happy.
Okay. 6:12 am on November 21 and Firefly has officially gotten me.
I'm watching How to Lose Friends and Alienate People because Simon Pegg is in it. But I'm only eight minutes in and I've already seen Jen and Roy from The I.T. Crowd and Agatha Christie from Doctor Who and every time one of these people pops up I completely flip out because OMG OMG OMG. And then there was Bambi from Secret Diary!! ...movie over. Other than some scarring nudity, I proclaim it win.
AND I GOT MY HANDS ON A COPY OF LES PARAPLUIES DE CHERBOURG TODAY. Yay, so much yay.
AWW OBAMA YOU'RE SO ADORABLE.
Okay, this week's Pushing Daisies, the curtain thing was flipping annoying. Maybe it's Aunt Irma's fault, but I enjoyed this week's episode despite Chuck and Ned... ugh the Booshy curtain thing. I want pie. I want to eat an entire pie. I actually kind of enjoy having my once-a-month excuse to be pissy, though. Yayyy I'm pissy. Now YOU SHUT UP. Need moar Aunt Vivian. And WTF is Chuck wearing??
OH MY WORD. I just watched the love song and the ending of Les Parapluies de Cherbourg and it made me feel so much better in some way. I swear to God that movie is one of the greatest things ever. I may have gotten lightheaded at the awesomeness. So. Amazing.
My roommate and some hallmates are squeeing over hot guys, so for the first time this month I listened to music while writing. It usually distracts me, but I put on the soundtrack-y Doctor Who type stuff and some Mozart. Or anything in a language I'm unlikely to be able to understand. With the assistance of headphones, I accomplished this:
32183 / 50000 words. 64% done!
Today my word count meter is the colour of Sophie's dress.
Yeah, you can scoff and say, "Well, whaddaya expect from such a plebe-y fandom?" But just shut your dirty mouth right now, cos I have discovered an AWFUL LM fic that actually made me laugh my head off.
Painful lulz on the other side of this link.
Actually, her stuff makes me want to write Eponine again. But, you know, MY Eponine, the Eponine I write. Except I've written everything I have to say about her. What else is there to say about the most obnoxiously distorted then squeed-over character in the fandom?
A long time ago somebody challenged me to write a story in which Marius and Eponine fell in love, like forserious, and it totally blew my mind. I thought about it, thought about it, then gave up and wrote another Cosette/Montparnasse.
My French grammar class is a very textbook sort of class, taught by the lady who actually WROTE the textbook we'd been using since forever ago, right? I like her. She looks like a small Blon Fel Fotch Passameer Day Slitheen, actually, (in Margaret form: I'm not saying my French teacher is a big slimy green alien) but she's rather friendly. Still, the class is usually quite serious.
BUT TODAY WE WATCHED THIS VIDEO.
AND I COULD NOT STOP LAUGHING. IT'S GENIUS.
If you don't speak French, she's basically like, "Hi, I'm Mrs Vandertramp! Let me tell you why the name of our town has changed!" and then she goes outside and her neighbour is like "Our baby was born! Come look at it!" and she goes, "Oh, it's not a normal baby!" and then it turns out the mother is a t-rex named Betty. I DON'T EVEN KNOW.
And then her cat gets stuck on the roof and by the time the fire truck gets there it gets down by itself.
And then some random diabolic villain comes in and says "THIS TOWN IS MINE NOW!" but is defeated by Betty! Which is why the town is now called Bettyville.
I LOVE THIS VIDEO SO MUCH.
Other amazing ways to learn the Vandertramp verbs:
The Umbrella Song This one is actually really cool. The following ones are a bit lame.
A Rap Performed by an Obnoxious Chunky Kid
Something About a Pedophile and a Battle with Homework
Also my roommate is very sick and has a horrible cough and I'm worried about her cos I love her.
Also I started watching Merlin and it's loltastic.
Summary: Vince Noiyre, a young governess, takes a position at Thornfield Hall under the watchful eye of Howard Moonchester. But what are those noises coming from the attic? Why does everyone think Vince is a girl? And how old is Naboo?
There is no way this fic will not be hilarious. I haven't read it yet, but still. Lulz.
Also, I started working on my Old Gregg wig today, but I ended up burning the shizznit out of my fingers with the hot glue gun. My pinky has a giant welt and I'm typing with the pointer finger of my right hand and the first three fingers of my left. It's slow going. Oww.
Anyway, I'm using part of an old pair of greenish tights for the scalp-y part and a cheap green inflatable pool rafty thing from Walmart as the seaweed. Unfortunately, once you unfold and start to cut up the raft, it becomes kind of see-through and flourescent, so apparently I'm going to have to paint it as well. Meh.
Oww my fingers. Dearest flist, never ever hot glue something that is ATOP YOUR HEAD, especially without carefully watching your progress in a mirror. Owwwwww.
First, I shall tell the story of Fantine the single mother who was forced into a life of selling scarves and gloves surrounded by tone-deaf bread vendors. It's really tragic, and available on youtube! Then her daughter grew up and fell in love with Minkus from Boy Meets World in an eardrum-breaking love song, also available on youtube!
There, that was lolarious. Now there's this picture which I DID NOT MAKE.
And now there's the fact that my new Julie Rose translation of LM calls Monty not a "flower of the underworld" or "charmer of the shadows" or "mirliflore du sepulchre," but "a fop of the house of death." FOP OF THE HOUSE OF DEATH!