He he he...

It is somewhat reassuring, when coming home from work you get hit on 3 times, while wearing your absolutely boner-killing stbks uniform, no???

Almost back to where we started.

You know when you´re young (er, he...), and you go and see Amèlie, and you get out of the cinema, and you´re fucking mad at your boyfriend (ex), but watching that movie made it all better?
And the you say, screw it all, I´m packing my bags and leaving for Europe! I´m going to find that adventure, and going to find that café, I´m going to find my own Mr. Quincampoix, and I´m going to be happy and speak french and wear red and skip stones or whatever???

But then real life gets in the way, school, money, jobs, other boys, lazyness, and that dream, your life plan, is just something you talk about with your two best friends when you´re having car-bars in front of one of your houses. And you talk excitedly for three hours, you make a one year financial plan to save money to escape to France, you even talk about the places you´ll see, the people you´ll meet, the paintings you will paint, the books you will write.

And the next day you wake up hung over and just go out to get some fish tacos?

Well, I´m here now, finally...and also, it´s been nearly a year.

Coming here was a plan, a plan with no future, a plan written in the back seat of a car while drunk. So actually being here has been so improvised, that each time I ask myself why I am here I tell myself another lie.

But my vacation is running out fast, and all though I´m coming right back, I am coming back with a vengeance.

I have been dormant too long.

And it is time for me to come back to myself.

My new year´s resolutions are starting to get written.

And there are 4 projects all ready to attack.

And there are schools to apply to.

And there is the rest of the country to discover.

And I´m finally ready for it all.

So, prepare yourselves for a good fucking year.

Christmas! RAH RAH RAH!

Ok, por un momento pensé que no iba a ir, mis papás me dijeron que estaban demasiado caros los boletos y que no querían gastar aun MAS en mi...

PERO!!!

Adivinen quien tiene boleto???

YOOOOOO!!!!

Llego el 21 guys...

Preparen los...ummm...preparativos....de mi llegada....uh huh...

I LOVE YOU ALL!!! Ill see you veeeery soon!!!

OMG!

I am never drinking again!!! (ppfff)

I had the beeeest time last night.

I was invited by el vecino to a little soirée raclette (queso fundido party).

Pero se volvió como este mini rave.

Tomé demasiado.

Creo que tuve un freak out attack.

Me sangró la nariz.

Me torcí el tobillo.

Lloré bien recio...no me acuerdo bien por qué...(oops!)

Llegamos a las 7 am a casa.

Nos dormimos a las 9...

Y me desperté a las 11 para irme a trabajar...

BUT IT WAS FUN!!!!

I just hope everyone was as drunk as me...which I actually think is true....

Mmmm...

Tengo el sentimiento de que cuando vaya para navidad no voy a parar de hablar por al menos 4 dias seguidos...

No es mi estilo para nada, pero acá aveces siento que tengo sentimientos reprimidos, no por que no quiera sacarlos, pero por que hablar de cosas importantes en cuestiones de cómo te sientes, -cómo van las cosas con el vecino, qué quieres hacer de tu vida ese dia, por qué no tienes ganas de comer derrepente, o por qué odiaste el trabajo hoy- no se sienten igual cuando lo haces en francés.

A pesar de mucho quererlo, no he podido encontrarlos a ustedes aquí. Tengo amigos increíbles y super divertidos, pero la imagen que tienen de mi es de una persona sonriente y optimista, que escucha sin dar demasiado feedback (I know, perfect!) y siempre está lista para reirse y divertirse y dar majases (sólo al vecino, obvio).

Y siento que derrepente sacar mi otra Diana que dejé olvidada en Rosarito -la Diana que es quejumbrosa y debbie downer y no duda dos veces en decir como me siento, aunque me vaya a sentir mejor en 10 minutos- creo que sacaría de onda a la gente.

Estoy poquito lost in translation...y hoy hace frío y mi rentera está molesta conmigo (después de 5 dias sin ver al vecino.......mmmm....lo invité a quedarse y me porté mal, lo confieso), y ésta mañana cuando me desperté en su depa (como 3 horas demasiado temprano para el) lo único que quería era ver caricaturas en su cama, apapachos y café y croissants...Pero en realidad lo que hice fué bañarme y vestirme, robar una galleta e irme a dar clase de inglés...

Mmmm...pero ya será otro dia.

Y nos veremos en un mes!!!

Smelly...

Mmmmmmm....

Una combinación de sandwich de jamón y queso, una pera cortada en rebanadas, jugo de naranja y el olor de mi cuarto creó el olor exacto de mi lonchera morada de My little pony cuando estaba en la primaria...

Me dieron ganitas de llorar y ganitas de reirme a la vez...

Que rico...

Buu...

Me da poquito aguite que ya no me puedo pintar las uñas...
Y no puedo usar el cabello suelto (estoy muy orgullosa por que está largo)

Pero bueno, es cosa de starbucks...

Sigh...

I´m going to do great things with my life.

HUGE, BIG, BIG things.

I´m going to write a book of short stories.

I´m going to work in a museum.

I´m going to give a conference.

I´m going to be on the television.

I´m going to get the perfect couch and really nice sheets and all the kitchen utensils that I dream of.

I will have 500 dollar shoes.

And an expensive dog, and my house will always be filled with flowers.

I am going to be the amazing adult that I wanted to be when I was twelve.

Just not right this moment...

Is that wrong?

I am content working at starbucks, giving english lessons, eating a 1 euro baguette for breakfeast, lunch and dinner.

Drinking beer and watching cheap movies.

Not having money to buy anything ever. It´s ok with me.

I´m happy with my weekends, when I don´t go out because my feet hurt from standing up for six hours straight.

I like having a boy snoring in my bed 3 nights out of 7. And I like waking up in his bed 3 other nights of the week.

I like to plan my days around the television series I watch religiously.

I like to walk around the river in my blue coat and sit and read whenever I feel like it.

I like kissing.

I like the person I´ve become here.

I could do all this for a while.

But I promise you people.

I´m going to do great things with my life.

Just not right now.

So yeah...

..It looks like I´m staying...

je je...

BUT! I´ll be home for christmas!!!

So, start planning my super cool party!

YES YES YES!!!

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I TOTALLY Hate my life you guys!!!

Anniversary!

Oh my gosh you guys, I´ve got it baaaaaaad...

He estado tan ocupada conociendo a este vecino que hasta se me había olvidado celebrar mi blogaversary!

Ya son 3 años de brain farts y posts quejumbrosos!!!

Pero bueno, back to the juicy stuff...

I am just, SMITTEN!!! SMITTEN!!!! YES!!!!

Quieren que les cuente todo todo todo?????

Uff...

My mind has been blown.

I think I slept a grand total of 4 hours this weekend.

I am really kinda freaking happy right now.

But I also totally hate my life.

My very last month in France.

And BOOM! I meet someone...