The Land of Squee

 I just changed my religion to "Mozart l'opéra rock" on facebook (which, awesomely, was already a suggestion).

If/when my parents see it, they will not think it's funny.  I'm not convinced it's a joke.  But these are the same parents who, when I had comedic middle names like "Zydrate" and "Lestat" and "Musichetta", asked me if I was doing that because I was ashamed of my real middle name (which is the name of my grandmother who had recently died at the time).  These are the same parents who used to bully my brother so much about the pictures of him partying with friends that he eventually blocked them on facebook.

A few weeks ago my mother posted a status about her retirement.  A friend commented to congratulate her and my mom replied asking how the friend was doing.  The friend said fine, you? to which my mom said something about how she would be much better if her children had kept true to God's will like the friend's children and hadn't strayed so far.  I immediately commented too, saying something almost lighthearted like Wow, thanks for that, Mommy.  Then I saw that earlier that day my mother had left a comment on her brother's status about going drinking with her friends that said something about how her daughter's weird new ideas after living in Europe were driving her to drink too.

Since then I have strongly considered blocking my mother on facebook, the same thing my brother did that made the rest of us tease him for years.  But now that I'm finally becoming my own independent person and not a mirror of my mother's thoughts (after twenty-two years!) I understand what he was doing.  I guess he isn't the black sheep of the family after all; he's a normal, maturing person.

That's all.

Here, have a video of me singing my badass English lyrics to Le Bien qui fait mal.  Please do not judge my Southern-ass accent.  "Twisted duh-sahr."

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. 

For the record, if you were to ever click on the "my roommate" tag, you'd notice the recent ones saying how awesome she is and then a couple of older ones saying how she never talks to me and life is embarrassing with her. In case it's not clear, the "how awesome she is" ones are my current roommate, the fabulous Molly, while the awkward ones are my freshman roommate whose name I sometimes forget. That said, sometimes Molly and I IM when we're sitting in the same room.

( Stupidest chat ever. )

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ETA:
*punches fist in the air* 
Hell yes.  Every time prop eight is supported, Richmond and Julian cry.

OH!  Carolyn!  I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU.  Something... Colin Morgany.

Okay, remember that thing that I wrote? That I was like IT'S ABOUT SOMETHING and you were all like "No it isn't...?"

I compiled my feedback and rewrote it.

So... now is it about something?

( I r srs writer. )

Do let me know what I can do to make it better...