The Land of Squee

So, the results are in and I'm going to France!

The dates aren't definitive yet, but I'll be living in Paris and attending classes at La Sorbonne from something like late September till... whenever.  And then I graduate.  I can see the sewer museum and stagedoor Mozart l'Opéra Rock every single day and see both of those London productions of Les Mis at the beginning of October and do everything in my power to hunt down Máté Kamarás.

The bad thing is, I'm leaving an environment wherein I have two jobs (and another that'll kick back in over the summer) and no need to spend money for an environment where I'll be paying for everything myself and probably be completely unable to find work without going through mind-blowing amounts of paperwork.  Heck, the steps toward getting a visa are nine pages long and involve visiting all sorts of websites and getting all sorts of paperwork and having stuff signed by notaries and driving all the way to Atlanta for some reason.

I can get my picture taken in front of the Millennium Centre and jump up and down on that one bit of sidewalk and visit Parc Astérix and sing we're gonna die and wander Versailles and pretend to be a tour guide and wear black to the jarden du Luxembourg and hope a French boy decides to devote his life to me and did I mention becoming Mikelangelo Loconte's stalkeriest fan??

I don't know if I've mentioned this yet, but I picked up a second job recently at this super-cute jewellery store that's literally directly next to the cinema where I work.  Like, the bathrooms and lobby of the cinema are above the jewellery store and the box office window where I sit is on the other side of the wall.  The new boss at the cinema has decided to work weeknights himself and only schedule his six employees over the weekends, resulting in tiny paychecks and an angry face for me.  Last week was spring break, and I was scheduled for five shifts at the jewellery store (one of which was nine hours long) and one shift at the cinema, so I basically drove myself the forty-five minutes back and forth to the same town where my university is EVERY DAY but one.  I woke up at 8:30 am three mornings in a row.  I don't wake up that early when I'm at school!  I was running all over the place the whole week, and only now am I starting to unwind.

Paris!

Oh also, the jewellery store has made me a complete fashion skank again.  I got this really pretty silver and black necklace from my Granny after she died, so it's always been my main accessory (and my favourite colour scheme for jewellery) but within the last few days I've started trying on the gold and pearl stuff.  I always hated gold and pearls, but after I learned they were popular in the eighteenth century I've started wanting them.  There's a gorgeous pearl and gold ring I want which costs forty dollars--way too much!--and this big gaudy necklace that is totally Versailles.  That's my new fashion adjective, by the way.  I convinced my mom to pick out a fantastic bedspread by telling her it was "totally Versailles," and then I heard her use the same phrase when describing it to my dad.

There's a really adorable bag at the jewellery store which has this cute graphic of the Eiffel Tower on the front, but I'm afraid if I bought that I couldn't take it to PARIS or I'd be a lame American.  Especially since I primarily wear shirts in deep shades of teal and purple and blue and hot pink.  From what I hear my colour palette will label me American immediately... because it's not black.  But I love my colourful shirts.

I'm going to Paris!  Twice!  I'm also really sleepy.

Well, first let me say that I stayed up till SEVEN THIRTY IN THE A.M. last night because I decided to watch the last episode of Firefly, which was BRILLIANT, and then I was like, eh, what the heck, I'll watch Serenity. I got finished right before Molly's alarm clock went off, so I leaned over the side of my bed and went, "MOLLY LOOK I'M STILL AWAKE DON'T LET ME SLEEP THROUGH MY TWO O'CLOCK CLASS!" and scared her out of her mind.

Dear Serenity: NO. I REJECT YOU. YOU ARE NOT CANON. NO. Love, Loony. P.S. Thanks for the David Krumholtz and a few lulz near the beginning. Oh, and a couple of awesome fightings.

But the last episode? Was AMAZING. I really had no idea what was going on there at the end (trying not to be spoily for the sake of my dear Sarah) until the big reveal, and then I literally punched the air and had to surpress a squee. Because that bounty hunter guy was amazing, but then River and Simon became equally amazing! Amazing! It was amazing! Seriously, the show got cancelled just when it was threatening to steal mah brainz.

But I'm home now, sitting in front of a working telly but watching mah kitteh take a nap in front of a fire. I forgot how much I loved having dinner with my family. My dad is hilarious. My life is so good. I did cry a few times, though, because when we drove by Granny's house the light was on, and then when I walked into our house there were all these things there that were hers. Like a Christmas present I made her when I was in elementary school, a planter made of a laundry detergent scoop with a cactus inside, which was suddenly on our windowsill instead of hers. Meh.

Speaking of good, I was writing on my NaNo when I SUDDENLY GOT THE GREATEST IDEA EVER and I completely freaked out. All I had to do was adjust a few details in the first chapter and everything is all set up for a final sequence that's going to make me squee myself. Until I cry because I'm not sure how it'll end, but I *am* pretty sure it won't be good for at least one of my poor characters. If I pull it off well, though, the big reveal at the end of my story will be good, but this little reveal will be even better. Because anybody with half a brain can probably guess what the big reveal is. The little reveal, though... muahaha.

 

43011 / 50000 words. 86% done!
 

And look!  So close!  My new goal is to finish it  by Friday, or at least by the time I go back.  I want to be able to print off a copy for my mom to read and work her English teacher magic upon before I go back to school on Sunday.

http://www.wxii12.com/politics/17895752/detail.html

SEE???? OMG OMG SEE?


Listen listen I really need to sleep but I want to do some more NaNo. This is how it stands right now.

 

5685 / 50000 words. 11% done!

I MADE IT BLUE INSTEAD OF PINK BECAUSE OBAMA OBAMA OBAMA PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA.

The thing with the puppy!  And that's our first family!  Look at them!  They're so wonderful!  Like, the happiest, healthiest family.  

You guys.  I'm making C's in classes and I feel like an idiot and I've missed them all this week and oh did I mention my granny died? but it's seriously all going to be okay now.  This is what I needed.  I hate being unhappy and I've been unhappy for too long but now I feel like I'm back!  Just gotta get through the funeral tomorrow and make sure I didn't miss too much in my classes.  Ugh.


No way am I sleeping right now.  Just because I'm exhausted doesn't mean I can't hang out with my NaNo characters for a little while longer.  Those boys are seriously the one thing that makes me squee more that PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA.