Let's see.

1. The Merlin finale was perhaps the most perfect and beautiful finale ever and I've been listening to "You're the Voice" on repeat for about fifteen minutes at full volume.

2. The LM movie obviously wasn't a carbon copy of the musical or of the Book but for gods SAKE people it was one of the most accurate movie renditions ever and IT WAS ALSO THE MUSICAL *AND* THE GENERAL PUBLIC LIKES IT so anyone who wants to complain about it needs to expect me to roll my eyes HARD at your sorry ass.

3. The Hobbit was really good and I want to go back and see it in 3D because I missed PJ's cameo. So glad everyone else in the world loves Aidan Turner now. I read the book when I was a small child and don't remember a lot of specifics but if that dwarf dies I will be so so sad. As if losing Mitchell wasn't bad enough. NOBODY SPOIL ME.

YOU'RE THE VOICE TRY AND UNDERSTAND IT
MAKE A NOISE AND MAKE IT CLEAR
WHOA-OHHH-WHOA-OHHH-WHOA-OHHHHH-OHHHHH

4. oh yeah doctor who is still a show that's being made, almost forgot. I liked the Christmas special even though it didn't make much sense. Wish Clara wasn't flirting with the Doctor. We need more Donnas. But overall she was pretty great. Too much ableism from the Doctor directed at Strax, which made me uncomfortable, but the Vastra-Jenny-Strax team is great. Memory worm was unnecessarily gross. Why not just retcon people, Doc?
If ever I had had a first date that went as well as my first day of class at my new language school did today, I would be typing this as a married woman.

First, the way they do stuff. They will do ANYTHING to get you into a class that's suitable for your schedule and your French level (they also teach English and two other languages--I think Spanish and Arabic maybe?) Also, new students are welcome to drop in every Monday. Your tenure will be one or three months, but it seems easy to extend it. You can enroll for whichever days are easiest for you. Classes are held daily, but each day stands alone, so you don't have the impression you're missing anything. You know what else that means? There's NO HOMEWORK.

In my situation they actually were awesome enough to bump me up another level, meaning for the first time in my nine plus years of studying French, I know what it's like to find something CHALLENGING. They put me into the highest level, C2, and I find I can keep up with the other kids just fine. In fact, I'm a little ahead of a few of them. I think I would test as C1 or even B2 on a bad day. For the first time, the worksheet had questions I couldn't answer. I was delighted to leave them blank and wait for the professor to fill us in. I learned more today than I'd learned in the past... well, in any given week of my entire French education. We learned modern, useful terminology. We discussed climate change and now I know that "effet de serre" means greenhouse effect. I know that "couche" means layer as well as a hundred other things, which came in handy a few hours later when I heard people on the news reference "une couche de neige" (a layer of snow). I learned three uses for "planter": to plant something, to stand someone up/leave them in a lurch, or (in the case of a computer) to stop working. I used it in the second sense this evening as I told the mom about escourting one of the kids home from school. I learned that "allumé" not only means on, but it also means "crazy" if you're referring to a person. It goes on.

The best part? Is the professor. He's so hip he has difficulty seeing over his pelvis. He's so cool you could keep a side of meat inside him for months. He was funny and warm and so smart and easy to listen to. He engaged everyone, he didn't judge the late kids, he harumphed around the room fussing over the heater, he made great jokes, and I literally sat through the whole class with a smile on my face.

The best thing? Is that there are only seven people in my class.

In short, if you are in Paris for any reason, especially as an au pair, I HIGHLY recommend Campus Langues.

I have been to Institut Parisien and, despite my being enrolled there and paying full price, they refused to put me into a class that worked with my au pair schedule and I was forced to be thirty minutes late every day. Even when I started to enroll for a second semester they refused to guarantee me a place in the later class. Plus, even though I was supposed to be in a higher level course I felt that the class was obnoxiously uneven and I was often frustrated and found myself doodling while the professor explained basic concepts to other students. I considered moving to France Langue, which most au pairs seem to love, but when I arrived the trimester had already begun and there was no more room for me in one of the classes, so they shrugged and said sorry.

When I wandered in Campus Langues a month after the "trimester" had begun, they went out of their way to make sure I could enroll there.

Class with them is every day of the week (except Wednesday when I have to stay home with the kids) and I don't even mind losing my free time while the kids are at school. I don't mind at all. I'm excited to go back and to finally, FINALLY learn one of the few subjects that makes me happy.


For the first time I feel FEELINGS.

As soon as I started watching this my throat got all tight and I felt my heart getting happy and I wanted to bounce around dancing.

COHEN AND ATTIA ARE BACK BITCHES.

I think it's time to be a fan of 1789 on facebook.

ÇA IRA MON AAAAAMOUUUUR! The host family is leaving for the weekend and I plan to dance my ass off to this song the whole time and watch this video forever.

THE COSTUMES

LOOK AT THE COSTUMES

Who cares if the plot is ridiculous? I want COSTUMES and awesome music.

Now I *definitely* have to stay in France next year or I'll miss this show! I'll au pair for another year if I don't find something else.
 If my visa paperwork gets finished in time I'll be back in Paris on August 25th.

 

We skyped but their mic wasn't working so I just waved and all the children waved and giggled and rolled around on each other and showed off.  The oldest boy stole the keyboard from his dad and told me he likes handball.  They want the daughter to learn piano.  Then the tiny one started poking his face up into the camera and then the oldest one typed "Salut!" and tried to blame it on his dad and his dad shook his head and pointed at the kid and the kid made a face omg.

AUGUST

25TH
lesmisloony: (XD Shoujo Cosette)
 At the risk of speaking too soon, in the space of one day I seem to have gotten everything I wanted.

1. A fan got a picture with Patrice today.  That's the first time since I left the country.  He looked so sweet and awkward and he was wearing the hipster shades and I just.  I was going through her pictures and when that one popped up I literally started jumping up and down.  And this happened AT WORK.  I was so happy to see his sweet face again.

2. I got offered a host family who's in the thirteenth arrondissement.  I could mention how a rendezvous I was supposed to have fell apart last May largely because I lived too far out in the suburbs.  Also I would like to point out that in this situation I HAVE MY OWN LITTLE FLAT with MY OWN LITTLE DOOR omg the freedom can you imagine because I can't

3. Patrice.  Still.  Loves.  Me.  In Strasbourg and Dijon he told me about how much he wanted to get everyone together to get a picture of all the dolls.  Well, this morning the "other" American fan wrote on my wall that she had spoken to Jean-Michel before the show and he specifically told her to tell me that tomorrow--THE NEXT TO THE LAST DAY OF THE SHOW *EVER*--they are all going to bring their dolls with them to Bercy so that they can get that picture.  PATRICE.  DOLLS.  BERCY.  THE WHOLE TROUPE.

I can't even.  All my wishes are coming true.  What did I do to deserve so much goodness in my life ALREADY?  Why do all my dreams seem to IMMEDIATELY come true?
I got my laptop fixed! My real laptop, not the teeny slow one!  I got my laptop fixed and I just got to reintroduce myself to my ITUNES which means ALL THE MUSIC I HAVE THAT ISN'T ABOUT MOR and and and and I am ROCKING OUT right now to No Good Deed Goes Unpunished and there's ABBA and Ke$ha and Jekyll & Hyde and it's just... THERE IS MORE TO LIFE AND I'M GONNA BE OKAY



ALSO



THE SIMS



I GOT THE SIMS BACK THE SIMS THE SIMS



I AM GONNA HAVE TO MAKE ME A MAKTAV SIM



Omg and like.  I love everything right now.  I haven't been this happy since I left Toulouse.



Also, I think in my book it should be a rock opera version of Dangerous Liaisons.  I am seriously thinking about calling it Les Liaisons DangeROCK or something equally ridiculous.  Valmont is a crazy glittery Italian, he has unnecessary amounts of UST with Chevalier Danceny because they rewrote the plot a little for the musical, and also Valmont's servant dude Azolan was on a reality show ten years ago and I'm his only fangirl.  Y/Y??



OMG WENN LIEBE IN DIR IST I LOVE ALL THE THINGS I NEED TO DANCE AROUND AND PRETEND TO BE HERBERT NOW WHILE MY SIMS GAME UPDATES AHHHHHHHHHHH



LIGHT



THERE IS LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
 HEY.

I AM NOT A STUDENT ANYMORE.

FOR THE WHOLE REST OF MY LIFE I WILL NOT HAVE HOMEWORK OR CLASSES.

AND DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME I SHOULD GO TO GRAD SCHOOL I WILL PUNCH YOUR FACE IN

Also

Today I finished my Paris Bucket List!  I ran around in the catacombs with my sonic screwdriver and touched two peoples' skulls.  And then I fulfilled my yearlong dream of sitting on line 14 at the end even though the multilingual voices tell you to get off and riding it into the darkness where it turns around.  IT WAS AWESOME.

ROUEN ENTRY COMING SOON.

(Also please say a quick prayer to your favourite deity that tomorrow goes well for me thanks.)
lesmisloony: (amazing Richmond)
 I just wanted to come over here with an update on how much weight I've lost in France.

You remember this post from last December where I was like OMG I LOST FORTY POUNDS and stuff?

Well, check my progress since then.

I was posting some flotos on the Florum when I noticed a difference between a picture of me that was taken in December next to one from last week in Dijon...

Read more... )

I even have like a collarbone for the first time ever!  Aw yeah.
 How's it going, you ask?

Oh, no big deal.

Girl on the Florum won two free tickets and backstage passes to see MOR this weekend in Strasbourg and gave one to me just because I run the Florum.  You know, the usual.

Sent one of those fannish friend requests to Patrice Maktav on facebook and he responded by going through my pictures liking and commenting on things that related to my love of him and Da Ponte.  So yeah, not that exciting.

TWENTYMINUTESLATERJUSTKIDDING

LOOK AT WHAT HAPPENED JUST LOOK )

But you know.  No big deal.  I'm chill.
lesmisloony: (geeky owen)
 

Oh my good Lord.

I don't think my life is real.
 LOOK LOOK LOOK

THIS IS ME WHEN I FIRST GOT TO FRANCE


Whaaaaat )

OH MY GOSH MY LIFE IS SO GOOD I JUST LOVE IT.



GREAT. BECAUSE I DIDN'T LOVE FLORENT MOTHE ENOUGH ALREADY.

I don't think I can even focus enough to tell the whole story.

But I will give it a try )

I literally, actually grinned all the way home.  I tried to stop several times on the métro, once at St-Lazare, and a few times on the train, but a few minutes later I always realised I was grinning again.
I need to prove to myself that other things exist in the world besides Mozart l'Opéra Rock.  Never mind that I intend to stagedoor again tonight (unless this awful sleet stuff doesn't let up...!).  I almost had a ticket to the show when Louran's program offered her one she didn't want because she is busy entertaining some male who came to visit her and doesn't want to leave him alone in the streets of Paris while she goes and witnesses greatness (wtf Louran, terrible decision) so she was going to try to pass it on to me but apparently even if I put on a wig I wouldn't be able to trick her classmates into thinking I was her.  That is a really long sentence.  Basically, I do not have a ticket to tonight's show, which is okay because I have host family dinner anyway.

SO NOW I am going to blow everyone's minds and talk about something else!  There are other things, did you know?

I mean, I'm not really straying very far, as what I plan to talk about is Christophe Maé.

You see, I went to a Christophe Maé concert at the end of October, back when I was capable of communicating to people about things other than MOR.  Admittedly, I distinctly recall telling the Englishmen that I was going to wear my giant purple fascinator and Christophe Maé was going to be so impressed he was going to invite me to hang out with him and then he was going to introduce me to Merwan who was then going to introduce me to Mikelangeflo, buttttttt that didn't happen.  Surprisingly.

That was the first concert I'd ever been to!  I know, sad life.  But I took pictures and Shy'm was there!  So that was good.  And I took videos!  But for some reason they never saw the light of the internet... UNTIL NOW.

I am basically just going to copy-paste the comments from my facebook album to right here.  Because I know a few of you just discovered Christophe Maé and at least one of you wants his French babies, so I thought I should share the experience.  AND I HAVE TO PROVE TO MYSELF THAT THERE ARE STILL OTHER THINGS IN THE WORLD THAT I CAN TALK ABOUT.

Je te jure que tu n'serais pas deçu )


OH AND HEY. So remember my stagedoor buddies Strasbourg and Amsterdam? I mentioned to them that they were welcome to crash on my trundle any time they wanted to stay in Paris for free, and now Amsterdam is coming this weekend for some more Mozart and Strasbourg is coming Monday because SHE GOT US TICKETS TO THE TAPING OF SOME EPIC BEST MUSIC OF THE YEAR SPECTACULAR AND BOTH CHRISTOPHE MAÉ AND MY LOVES THE CAST OF MOZART WILL BE THERE.

I REALLY LOVE BEING IN PARIS.
Sunday may have been Mikelangelo Loconte's birthday, but I doubt he enjoyed it more than I did. 

My new stagedoor buddies, Amsterdam and Strasbourg, had informed me that there's prime stagedooring action around 12:30, three hours before matinées, and had invited me to come along.  I'd witnessed Yamin mingling casually with fans once before a matinée, so I believed it.  I decided that, even though I had no ticket, I would come stagedoor with them, then try to amuse myself for a while, then return to ask how the show went and whether anything special happened for Mikele's birthday.

Well, I got a late start (as always) and didn't end up getting to the stagedoor until almost 2. I know, I'm an epic failure.  I found the girls pretty quickly and asked if I had missed anyone imflortant important.  They said no--well, wait, yeah, Nuno was here.

NUNO. WHAT.

They were like, yeah, he was chatting with us and tried to spell something in German but totally failed and we got these pictures and look at the note he wrote us!

NUNO. COME ON NUNO. WHAT IS THIS.

Anyway, we lurked for a while and I asked how last night's show went, since they had seen both the matinée and the evening understudy-fest.  Their expressions immediately darkened.  Apparently, IT MANAGED TO GET WORSE.  We commiserated for a while and complained about how lackluster it had been.  They told me that Mikele was messing up his lines last night and Merwan somehow had EVEN LESS ENERGY.  Apparently that's possible.  Then they commented on how excited they were to see the show today.

We stood around the stage door for a long time.  The girls got a picture with Marjolaine and with that one dancer Louran had said was hot during Saturday's curtain call.

And then everyone started freaking out.  Apparently, a certain birthday boy had just arrived.  The whole crowd lurched off to one side, squealing and passing up presents and generally being fangirls.  The three of us hung back, because quite frankly we've all been converted to Team Flo.

Remember a few entries ago when I said "No one can make me choose between Mikele and Flo"?  I was wrong.  Florent Mothe can.  He is magical.

And speaking of Team Flo, I glanced up at one point just in time to see a familiar jacket and furry hat slip through the crowd of screaming Mikele fangirls and tiptoe into the stage door.  Florent Mothe is apparently a genius who somehow perfectly timed his arrival so that everyone would be distracted by Mikele and nobody would notice him sneaking in behind them.  When I saw him my mouth went "HEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYY that's Flo" because apparently members of the cast appearing before me in a crowd makes me lose control of my speech.  This was backed up later.

Then we hung around a little longer and watched Mikele basically collect presents from fans until his arms were full, stagger into the stage door, drop all the presents unceremoniously on the ground, and then come back out for more.  It was a little bit hilarious. However, if I had given him the one present that he accidentally dropped and then just kicked through the door, I would have been really hurt.  He wasn't taking photos or bisous-ing people or anything.  He was basically plucking presents out of the crowd like he was in a gift orchard. 

Well.  That was not a very satisfying stagedoor experience.  It did not correct the Merwan-induced pity party I had been hosting for the past twenty-four hours.  So I decided to see if I could get in to see the show.

I got up to the ticket window and the nice lady informed me that there was basically one ticket price left--forty-nine euros.

FORTY-NINE EUROS??? I AM TOO POOR FOR THIS.  I told her I needed to think and stepped off to one side.  And then I said to myself, can I really imagine walking out of this theatre right now, standing around in the cold for two and a half hours, and then hearing all about the show I missed from the girls?  No.  No I can not.  But can I really afford this?

And then I decided I am not going to Austria this month.  I am sorry, Máté Kamarás and Tanz der Vampire, but you are not as appealing as Mozart l'Opéra Rock and Mikelangeflo.  You lose.  Maybe next semester?

So I bought the ticket.

I REGRET NOTHING. The show was so good I could barely breathe.



Extremely detailed review FULL of videos )

So as soon as I heard Mikele's "We lahv yooo!" I took off to the stage door.  Even though I had nothing to sign.

 I had an okay spot at the barricade, but then I saw my stagedoor buddies and let this really pushy kid take my spot so I could go squee with them.

Stage door stories )

So that is basically the end of the tale.  I am so incredibly happy I could explode.  That was the best use of fifty euros I can think of.  And Austria?  I'm guessing it'll still be there next semester.

ETA: Instead of studying for my oral exam I elected to stagger around my room with a water bottle wearing my flowy black sweater, re-enacting Flo's Victime de ma victoire with my iTunes.  I think that was time well spent.  Anyway, off to fail a test!
Okay, so now that Katherine has received her postcard I can relate the tale of Thursday night's stagedooring.  I also have to tell what transpired last night, Tuesday.  One story is the story of I Love Flo, and the other is a lovely tale of I Love Mikele.

We'll go in order!

The Flo story )


Now I will tell you the tale of Mikelangelo Loconte and his cologne.

The Mikele story )

AND THEN I MADE THIS ICON.

No one can make me choose between Mikele and Flo.  The good thing is, I don't really need to. :D
I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO RELATE THIS BECAUSE IT'S ONLY BEEN AN HOUR AND AND AND.

OH MY GOD SO GLOVES.

OKAY OKAY LET ME TRY TO CALM DOWN. I CAN'T BREATHE.

Alright alright alright alright so.

Chrie. Thank you. )

You win this round, Mikelangelo Loconte.  Now I just need an excuse to go back again.  Either Friday or Tuesday.  I haven't decided yet.
I can't even handle this week.  I'm in, like, a state of... à en perdre la raison... I can't concentrate on anything for a long time and I feel totally anxious and totally ecstatic.  And when I think too hard about it all my hands start to shake.  Because I am a very silly fangirl.  But mostly I am a very euphoric fangirl.

I have met a fatigued, slightly whiny Mikelangelo Loconte and a gracious, incredibly beautiful Florent Mothe.  I have the signatures of all the main cast members on a single Mozart l'Opéra Rock postcard and I have two fantastically sexy posters on my wall.

So let me try to collect myself long enough to relate my adventures in Mozart l'Opéra Rock, complete with pictures!


CAN I GET A FLOTO WITH YOU? )


And you know what else?  I'm definitely going back tonight.
In a few short hours I am going to go find [livejournal.com profile] misatheredpanda and we are going to make Paris a little bit cooler with our antics.

MOST IMPORTANTLY she got us front row centre balcony seats to see Mozart l'Opéra Rock tomorrow... ON OPENING NIGHT. :DD

Last time we were in Paris together (with [livejournal.com profile] josiana , of course) we performed Les Mis almost in its entirety on the RER C and at Versailles (alarming a bunch of schoolchildren), managed to successfully create a potential Les Mis/Repo crossover (the mechanics of which I have completely forgotten), wondered what would inspire Montparnasse to wear a flower in his butthole, and found out what an opercule was.  Or did we?

SHORT STORY SHORTER I am super stoked.
Today.
Today today today today today.

So I stayed up till like 3am knitting intensely and had to get up at 8am because I had a walking tour of Bercy with my group.  Afterwards I went to lunch and ended up with my three favourite people in Paris sitting at my table: my two favourite friends from the program and an Englishman. It was a good lunch.  

Then I skipped class for the first time this semester because I HAD A MINI-CONCERT TO GO TO.

Blurry pictures and badly-contained squee. )

Another time, Mozart cast.  Another time.
You saw how my day started this morning.

NOW LOOK HOW IT ENDED.



Plus I got the Englishman's phone number.  He and his brother are coming over Sunday to carve pumpkins.  Unless we can't find pumpkins, in which case we'll carve whatever fruit we end up buying.

January 2017

S M T W T F S
1234567
8910111213 14
15161718192021
22232425262728
293031    

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 23rd, 2017 03:54 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios