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.
The first thing I saw of Paris was the interior of Charles de Gaulle airport, obviously, and I immediately could tell I was in a foreign country.  The moving sidewalks I always enjoy in any airport were present, but the one I had to board to go pick up my checked bag stretched on forever, going up and down little hills.  Then I got on another moving sidewalk that was encased in a little clear plastic tube and went at an incline that would have made more sense for an escalator.  I was already a little overwhelmed.  

The Journey to the Apartment and Fangirl Squee )

After the general squee died down, we went our separate ways and I slept in a bed for the first time since Tuesday night.  And let me tell you, it was a comfortable bed.
So I figured I'd take advantage of the "journal" aspect of livejournal and record my account of my journeys in Paris.

Part One: The Part Where Everything Went As Wrong as it Could Go Short of Death

So, the disasters of Barricade Day began with my sash failure.  First I didn't buy enough fabric to make them double-sided, then my sewing machine gummed up and I couldn't continue to hem them, so I had to use fraycheck and pinking shears and, in the case of the double-long sash, just plain old hand-sewing.  Like it was the dark ages or something.  Gah.

Then I couldn't get travellers' checks from either of the banks I tried.  That was an hour wasted.

Then, halfway to the airport, I realised I'd forgotten half my clothes in the dryer.

Then the actual problem began.  I got an automated call from Delta saying my flight was going to be an hour late. 

Now can we panic? )

Finally, greasy-haired, foul-breathed, dishevelled, and exhausted, I arrived in France.
lesmisloony: (XD Shoujo Cosette)
This concept was born during a fangirl all-nighter at [livejournal.com profile] 10littlebullets 's *incredible* Parisian apartment the night of June 6th (or, more accurately, the morning of June 7th).  Because we weren't ready to leave before the Metro closed, we decided to stay until it reopened.  When someone asked why a Harry Potter theme park was a better idea than a Les Mis theme park, a terrifying idea was spawned.  And we were so loud that someone yelled at us from across the street.

(I didn't want to shame you guys by linking your names to this, but know that this is a collective piece of work from a lot of brilliant, twisted minds.  All I really did was record it for posterity and future lulz.  And if you don't mind being associated with this project, tell me what I left out!  The conversation went on for ages and we were all half-dead.)

Entry Fee: Free with the donation of your hair and front teeth!

The Javert Ride: a log flume whose cars are all carved out in the shape of Javert, top hat and all, which you ride down a huge drop from a bridge into a river.  And no, it doesn't come back up.

The Coaster of Stalkery: two versions of this were proposed.  One involved three tracks representing Cosette, Marius, and Éponine, wherein three cars would be released from their stations at once and would all appear to be following each other.  The other had tracks for Valjean, Marius, and Courfeyrac, with the same basic concept except that the Courfeyrac car never left the station as it doesn't want to follow a car which seems to be following a car.

The Boat Ride: a scenic tour of the Parisian sewers as described by Hugo.  The poop, rats, and pickpockets are all real!

Child Care: an elephant with a hole torn between its front legs for easy access.  Once inside, your child will love fighting off rats and huddling beneath a bit of chickenwire for safety!

The Éponine Ride: a lazy river down the Seine.  If you have a functioning nose and have ever stood near the Seine, you're wincing right now.

Refreshment Cart: a pie stand, but watch out for Bamatabois!  He's been known to knock people down with his walking stick and steal a slice of their pie.

The Barricade Ride: the sort of rollercoaster where your feet dangle and the people below try to shoot water guns at you.  But instead of water guns, they're actual guns.

Enjolras Kissing Booth: if you can get past an enraged Grantaire and his broken-off bottle, you have the right to plant a kiss on those marble Adonis Apollo Sunshine lips.  Beware of the lethal lasers that will immediately blast from Enjolras's eyes and into your skull.  And Grantaire might just bury a bottle into your back before your head melts.

The Test of Strength: a coffin with only a few tiny air holes into which you will be placed and then partially buried.  If you can get out, you win a stuffed urchin!  If you can't get out, you suffocate.

Water Fountains: they will be positioned all over the park for the guests' convenience.  However, only about a fifth of them will actually produce water.  The rest will be Cholera Fountains.

Hugo's Ferris Wheel: Ride a model of the spinning corpse of Victor Hugo round and round his grave!

The Bishop's House: a nice place of rest, relaxation, and a full meal.  You can also get a good night's sleep if you don't mind sharing a small bed in the alcove with any other guests.  Stealing the silverware is advisable as it tends to lead to the best outcome somehow.

The Exit: If you've managed to make it this far, you're to be congratulated!  However, in order to leave the park you must choose between sitting through every known cinematic version of Les Misérables or a recording of the entire Book being read aloud.  With no breaks.  Bathroom breaks are punishable by death.
If you make it out of the park, you are allowed to choose: royalist or republican?  Royalists are then met by a waiting guillotine.  For republicans, there will be a firing squad.

And the whole park will be powered by orphans and patrolled by handsome, murderous pickpockets.
I'm freaking out, y'all.

I know everything's going to be fine, really I do, but every time I think about this my nervous stomach starts going mental.  It happened a little before the Québec trip, but the difference was the Québec trip was train-based and I effing love trains.  Airports terrify me and I have this whole thing about how I could miss a flight during my weird Laguardia/JFK switchoff and how they could lose my luggage with all my favourite outfits inside and it's driving me a little mental.  I also get airsick but I bought Bonine and have 18 pills so that should take care of that.  I've downloaded a bunch of audiobooks read by David Tennant and Kelley's loaning me her sleep mask and I even bought things like Wet Ones and those disposable toothbrush things because the internet said they'd make the flight more bearable.

Also my motherflipping sewing machine, which has been good to me for a year and successfully sewed through EIGHT LAYERS OF CANVAS about a month ago, had a panic attack and started bunching up the thread while I was hemming the sashes.  I could... I dunno... glue them or just cut the remaining ones (three and a half left) with my pinking shears.  I feel really bad about that, especially since I'm making people pay for the stupid things and now they're so blatantly subpar.

I finished watching Desperate Housewives and I *adore* it.  Six years and that show seemed to be getting better as it went on.  How you like that, Lost and Heroes?  Enjoy cancellation.  And... over-ness.

See, whenever I get too nervous I unconsciously distract myself.  Sashes and Desperate Housewives.  I know I have to think about this and, like I said, I really genuinely believe everything will go swimmingly.  But I can't help freaking out.  Airport security is way too intimidating in my mind.  Not that I'm doing anything wrong--heck, when I flew to Mexico with my youth group in high school I brought plastic knitting needles on the plane and no one said a word!  It's just... so many things could go wrong.  Things that would be beyond my control.

I got black Chucks today!  I feel like an emo when I put them on, but then I tell myself that I'm supporting Ten somehow and feel better about it.

The new series of Doctor Who... I don't know.  I haven't really actively disliked an episode.  In fact, I started out loving every minute of it.  I adore Eleven--even more than Ten, though obviously not more than David Tennant--but I just can't make myself care about anybody else.  I really wanted to like Amy Pond, but... all she does is purse her lips and widen her eyes.  I guess it's because Karen Gillan isn't a good actress.  I have no interest in her character.  The only time I liked her was when she saved that star whale.  I was starting to care about Rory, too, but we saw how that ended.  And it's not just Karen Gillan!  I got the feeling I was supposed to like Nesrene or whatever her name was, but I just... didn't give a crap.  This is not how I am supposed to feel about Doctor Who.  Doctor Who is the show that gave me Chantho and Jabe and Harriet Jones Prime Minister and Zachary Cross Flame.  The only character I ever hated was River Song (and I don't think I've ever hated any character as much as I hate her) but in the new series she comes across as tolerable somehow.  And no, I don't think it's because she's being written any differently: she's still smug, condescending, obnoxiously flirty, rude to the Doctor, and has done nothing to earn my respect.  I assume the change in characters and casting can be attributed to Stephen Moffat, but I keep reminding myself that this is the man who wrote Billy Shipton and Sally Sparrow and, uh duh, CAPTAIN JACK.  So why does everyone suck now?  I want to be as happy with Doctor Who as I used to be.  Yes, Rusty's plots were bombastic and ridiculous and heavily-flawed, but I'd gladly exchange the problem of flat, uninteresting, poorly-acted characters for another End of Time part one.  (I don't know if I could handle something as bad as Love and Monsters again... but, come to think of it, I love Elton and Ursula.  And Jackie Tyler, obviously!)

...and I've successfully distracted myself again.  Anyway, it's almost six in the morning.  I should invest in some sleep.

Um.

May. 27th, 2010 10:21 pm
I just got done cutting the fabric, watching Desperate Housewives, and trying to deal with the same dramatic friend who drove me crazy last summer.  All at the same time.



...I hope no one will be upset if their sash is pathetically crooked.



:( 

ETA: Talking of pathetic... I got all the way done with pinning the three colours together for all the sashes and realised... I still had a white and a blue left.  Somehow I cut one less red than anything else.  And I used all the fabric.  Back to Hobby Lobby tomorrow!  It's okay; I forgot to buy the red and blue thread last time. 

(I'm choosing to whine about this because if I whine about my dramatic friend anymore I will die of drama.  How can there be drama when I haven't even seen her for a month?  That's the beauty of the internet.)
I've done nothing but knit and watch Desperate Housewives since I got home.  I warily checked out the first episode last Monday, and as of last night I've started season five.  I've churned out three and a half golf club covers for Father's Day since I got home.







Basically I felt like posting because I wanted to say I had a dream last night where I was on a train with Bree Hodge, the Scavo boys, and my uncle Stuart.  It was a normal-ish dream where nothing interesting was happening until I suddenly wondered if the train I was on was on its way to Paris.  The thought terrified me completely and I woke up with my stomach churning in knots.







See, Emma pointed out to me that I'm leaving for Paris next Wednesday, and suddenly I'm freaking out.  I can't stop thinking about the possibility of missing a plane or forgetting to pack something crucial... I know I'm pretty well prepared.  I have a new battery and new cord (that isn't partially held together with duct tape) for my computer, one of those wall converters, and half of a packing list (and let me tell you, my packing style is usually throwing things together at the last minute while my parents sit out in the car and wait).  But now I'm stressing out about the planes.  The longest I've ever been on a plane is a few hours, and the first trip says it'll take a full day to arrive (but it's going through time zones and stuff, so I don't know how long it will actually take).







All that aside, Emma is a flipping genius.  She studied in Ireland one semester and Scotland the other, and as I was ranting about power cords she gently suggested that I bring an American outlet strip/surge protector thingy, use my one plug converter for that, and plug my cell phone charger, computer, and et cetera into the outlet strip.  See?  She's a genius.  And the surge protector-y-ness will save my technology from the European... electricity... thing...







Anyway, I went out and bought the sash fabric yesterday, so that's my project today.  We still haven't gotten the ratty table my parents let me use as a sewing desk out of the attic, so I guess I'm just going to shove their desktop computer off to one side and make room on the only desk-like surface in the house.







Okay.  I need to decided what to do about shoes (I simply don't understand why shoes can't be comfortable and cute at the same time) and I need to grab some last minute shopping-y stuff.  Like shampoo and soap in smaller bottles and black leggings.  And headphones.  I'm gonna need headphones on the plane.
Hi internet. I'm a little out of sorts today as I was secluded in my room doing homework for the four hours immediately after I woke and I then was so angry at the homework that I deemed myself unable to interact with my peers and ended up spending the next five hours alternately wasting time with youtube and hulu and trying to understand why my external hard drive was behaving so terribly.  Then I fell asleep somehow.  It was all very odd.  The first time I saw I human being all day was about 9:30pm.  And now I just feel strange.

But all this is beside the point!

I have in fact come here to talk about my plans for the next year, which involve much spending of money and travel.

Three things need to happen: Barricade Day, internship, and studying in Paris.

I still haven't finished my paperwork for study abroad.  I'm down to the essays and stuff.  I vowed to do those today as they're all very similar, but am in no state to concentrate at the moment, thus will put it off another day.  Argh.  Studying abroad will primarily happen with the help of lots of financial aid, though I've bullied my parents into agreeing to give me a weekly allowance since they gave my brother one all through high school but not me.  Unfortunately, they've only agreed to twenty dollars a week, which I think it equivalent to about half a euro.  So we'll see how that works out.

Is it possible to get a job whilst studying abroad? I imagine that question will be answered by someone here who knows, but I'll also put it to my study abroad adviser at some point this week.  Must make that appointment, by the way.  And an appointment with a normal academic advisor to discuss all the other little things, like how I might be able to get my last three credits needed to graduate with the Paris curriculum.

SPEAKING OF FRANCE AND STUDYING ABROAD, it has been announced that Mozart l'Opéra Rock, current musical love of my life (though these loves always manage to relax given some time) will return to Paris in October.  I TOO WILL BE IN PARIS IN OCTOBER.  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.  And then I'll put pictures with them on facebook.  And then I'll throw a net over them and drag them back to the States with me.  All of this surely will happen.

More importantly for you, this means that it's no longer desperately imperative that I see Mozart l'Opéra Rock in Marseille somewhere between June 11th and 13th, which also means that it'll be more likely I can accompany any fangirl trips to London to see Les Mis there.  However, a few people tentatively were agreeing to take that train down to Marseille with me... is there anyone who would be heartbroken if that didn't happen?  Because I'm obviously still willing to go and all, but, like I said, it doesn't have to happen.  It'll also help with the financial woes of Barricade Day if we abandon those half-formed plans.  But feel free to say you wanted to do that part!  Either way is good, don't worry.  I know for a fact the show is awesome (I have an entire bootleg now, and it's SO cool).

Anyway, my mom taught a guy who sort of had an internship possibility at his publishing company thing in New York City (my current life's ambition being to live in New York City and have some sort of a job thing), but he's not sure how that'll work out, so he told me not to hold my breath.  Then he sent me the email addresses of some other companies who said they didn't know how their internship thing would work out, so don't hold my breath.  And they'll get back to me in April.  This makes it impossible for me to hold off on the Barricade Day plans until I see about an internship.

Originally the internship was my first priority, but I guess it ain't gonna happen like that.  So now my first priority is my year in Paris, then Barricade Day, *then* the internship.  If it even happens.  Whatever.  It wasn't even a paid internship, so it was going to rob the eff out of me, for the record.  I'll just forget the internship (my dad will be SO ANGRY) and keep my job here at my cinema over the summer.  I can probably go back to my grocery store job in my home town, too, so there.  I'll just make money and screw the internship thing.  I guess.

Which means!  I now need to finish my Paris application (gah! What's wrong with me that I didn't finish it already??) and then it's finding cheap plane tickets to Paris for June.  I don't have a great ability to behave responsibly, so it's really hard for me to finish this Paris application, and that's something I really really must do.  So imagine how hard it is for me to bother with hunting down internships!  I'm so unmotivated.  All I want to do is sit around on my futon and mess about on the internet.  Gah. 

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