The only person who doesn't like Winter Break

Here is the problem with winter break: I have absolutely no responsibility or pressure to accomplish anything, so nothing I tell myself I will get done over break gets done. So after months of being busy and doing homework and having assignments due, I feel useless and I can't wait to get back to being busy and having assignments due. I try to make lists but that doesn't really help much. Now that I have discovered my love for The Office, I really can't get anything done. Why do anything when you can sit and watch another episode of The Office? I mean really. I can watch it instantly on Netflix, so there's nothing holding me back from seeing every episode before I do anything productive. Fortunately I have been able to get myself to work out downstairs on the treadmill. But since working out doesn't require me to go to the gym, I usually don't end up leaving the house on some days.

I think it's good for me, I'm getting a better understanding of the mole people and why there are communities of people who live underground in the subways.

Ok maybe this isn't good for me.

From one land of the red white and blue to the next

Finally came out of my stress induced comma that comes with finals week and traveling trans-atlantic-ly. But now I'm home! Paris feels kind of like a dream, it very well could have been. I'm so sad to see all of it go. No more Baguettes from a boulangerie around the corner, no more walking or being a metro ride away from everything. I don't know how I'll take actually driving a car again. It's been 4 months since the last time I've done that. On the up side I think I'll have little to now problem with the jet lag because I went to bed at 10 pm and woke up at 8:30 am and feel fine, it's the equivalent of going to bed at 3am and waking up at 2:30pm Paris time. The crazy party girl in me is use to that, but party girl Bonnie might crash at some point but she does come with a her own makeup remover and alarm clock ... we'll see.

Back to watching mindless television! In English!! Ahh! So wonderful!!

Stockholm Syndrome

Back from Stockholm and sickly. Luckily I have tons of work to do, so being really sick and tired shouldn't be a problem. Stockholm was worth it though. I love me some Swedish meatballs, and ice skating and ice bars, only for about 20 min though, then it's just freakin' cold. I have so much to do before I fly to America, it feels like it's never going to happen. What if I stay in France for the rest of my life? They better open up a chili's by me and start serving frozen margaritas, that's all I gotta say. Unfortunately the odds of that are slim to none, so it's back to work so I can make it back to the motherland!

Only three weeks left until I'm on a plane home to the states. I keep feeling like there are a million things I still have left to do here. I don't want to leave and regret not doing or seeing or eating something. Speaking of eating something, I visited the boulengerie today that is rated the best in Paris 2008, needless to say it was DELICIOUS.

I have so much work left to finish, I don't know how I'm going to get it finished in 17 days. Ah I can't believe I only have 17 days, at first I get really excited, then scared because I have to finish a lot of work, then sad because I'm going to miss everyone I've met here-and Paris! It's a lot of emotion for just hearing a number.

Went to Amsterdam this past weekend- ask me personally for the details as I feel like my experience is not something I feel comfortable putting out into the bloggous-sphere. Whoa have you ever tried spelling that before? I never thought about that, I always hear people say it, but I've never read it.. huh .. interesting. I wonder what the AP style book has to say about that. Done trying to procrastinate by talking about bloggusphere. Does that spelling work better?

Stockholm this weekend. Oh man, I'm not going to get this work done am I?

We'll see how this goes.

I am now eating all the chocolate in my Halloween package I finally received from my mom. The apartment is empty I don't know where everyone is. Probably somewhere laughing at how much Americans enjoy Thanksgiving and secretly jealous that France doesn't have an equally cool holiday. So I am in my pajamas ravaging for chocolate on my bed alone while watching episode after episode of Gilmore Girls.

The holidays are just better at home.

It's ok though just one more day and I'm off to Amsterdam! ... I guess I'll just try to forget about all the performances at the Macy's Day Parade.. and the floats.. and trying to predict who will be the first baton girl to drop her baton .. It's only one day, can't be that hard, right?

Right.

I think I'm gonna need more chocolate.

It's the night before Thanksgiving and although I have a lot to be thankful for, I am not thankful to be spending tomorrow in Paris. Do you know they have no idea what stuffing is? No idea! I tried to explain, but it's really difficult to explain in French. I never realized it, but why would we ever need to explain stuffing to each other, of course everyone knows what that is! This is the first time ever I'll have to go to class on Thanksgiving day. Weird. I feel like the French don't understand what a big deal thanksgiving is. They must not if they wont give the Americans the day off. Silly frenchies.

Visited the Rodin museum today. It was a good choice. How lame would I be if I went to bed before 9pm? On a scale from 1-10? You know what, just forget I even said anything. I'm going to see what tv or movies I can find online now.

Thanksgiving? Hell no- it's Christmas time ya'll!

The holidays are here, and it is making me so happy! The trees that line Les Champs-Elysées are lit and the first half of the Avenue starting at the Place de la Concorde is littered with little shops where you can buy an assortment of things like scarfs and hats and jewelry and things and of course crepes! I now know that warm wine or "vin chaud" really isn't my thing, though it may sound nice and christmas-y. And when it spills all over your hands it's damn sticky. I think I'm almost over missing an American thanksgiving. I will be having an American style Thanksgiving with people at IES and I'm looking forward to that. But I want to cook damn it!

In other news I'm really excited to be leaving for Amsterdam the day after Thanksgiving, so I won't be caught up in a post - thanksgiving slum and another up side- there's no black Friday in France! No hibernating for a day as to avoid the incredible amount of crazies out on the road. Not that I drive at all in France. But there are those insane motorcyclists who will come up on the side walk, so I guess my life would still be in danger.

On a completely seperate note, I am worried that my laundry will never be washed again. I think it's been about two weeks since my host mom asked me if I had any wash and I'm definitely going to need to either make a visit to the Monoprix for some underwear or the laundry mat to take matters into my own hands. But I don't want to spend more money when I shouldn't have to. I blew enough money this weekend as it is. When push comes to shove, I guess I'd rather have clean underwear than a couple extra Euros in my pocket. . . I'm gonna see how long I can last this one out. Wish me luck.

Future unemployment = creative thinking

It gets so dark here by 5 pm, it's really depressing. I was tempted to go crazy and jet off somewhere this weekend, but then I regained my common sense and realized I have two ten page papers I need to write in French along with final exams in a week, so really I need all the time I can get considering I'm already going to be gone for two weekends. Looks like I'm fresh out of jet setting for the remainder of my time here. Oh well.

my book of the moment: The Kite Runner, it's perfect for the metro ride to and from school
Album I'm listening to as I wait for Beyonce's new album to drop: Kings of Leon

I've been thinking about after college (since I'll be jobless and pennyless, but thanks to my parents not homeless) making a weekly cooking show starring of course me and produced by Erica. She doesn't know about this yet. Of course we'd have to get some guests on there in order to compete with Rachel Ray and the likes. This is going to be big. I mean big, we might even need an actual cam corder, this is bigger than digi cam video mode bull shit, you'll see...

Now I'm back, from outerspace!

Midterms complete (check)
Fall break complete (check)
increase in softness around the belly (check)
Season of Gilmore Girls on dvd so i don't have to download episodes off Sidereel.com in order to watch television (check)

Mom and a sister came to visit for my fall break! I showed them around gay Pair-ee and then we hopped a train to Reims, where all the champagne comes from. It was just ok, I would have liked to see the vineyards instead. Then we hopped a train to Brussels and Bruge. We saw a marionette show in french, and an episode of family guy in flemmish, which I don't know if you know this- is really hilarious even when you have no idea what they're saying. I of course managed to eat my weight in chocolate and beer and went home happy! I was sad to see my mom and sister go, skype just isn't the same as face to face. I hope everyone else realizes that in 30 years when we interact only by avatars. (yikes)

Now I have to do homework. That is if I want to pass my classes. At least I only have a month left of class. But that also means only a month left of Paris! What will I do when I can't walk down the street for a demi baguette or a 2 Euro bottle of wine? Some how I'll have to manage. I think being able to order delivery pizza will make up for it. And being able to cook full meals in my kitchen. And watching television in english.

And not having to use my french alias- Jacquline Roucher

And drying my clothes in the dryer.

... and not getting asked for directions by other people in french and then frowning when I don't know where the street is and replying.. je ne sais pas, desolee...

At least they thought I was French.

Came back from Milan, not with a cool leather jacket but with a stupid head cold. And I'm possibly a few pounds heavier. It was definitely worth it. The gelato was fantastic. So was the Duomo. And the hostel wasn't even sketchy, except for the guy with the scary cough that sounded like he was dying. One more midterm and I am free as a bird for fall break! Yay!

Up up and away for a couple of days

Stressful midterms completed: 4
Amount of funness I will hopefully experience this weekend: infinite
Midterms I still have to take when I come back from weekend of infinite funness: 1

Going to try to find orange liquer for the margharitas I'm going to make for taco night... I already packed for Milan and I am being an ultra minimalist and only bringing the bare essentials, I feel like life is better that way, or at least traveling for a weekend excursion is. I wonder if I'll have a hard time communicating with people because I don't speak Italian. I have a feeling I'll be asking everyone if they speak French and I'll proabably get a bizarre response, because why would they speak French? I mean it's at least worth a shot, those are the only two languages I got, you know besides large gestures and strong face expressions... sometimes that's the best way to communicate, or the worst, I guess it depends on the situation.

Good thing I brough an Italian phrase book with me.

Oh yeah

I went to Giverny the other weekend. It's where Claude Monet's house and gardens are. It's beautiful, especially his Japanese water garden. This is what his house and the gardens in front of it look like.

Just take a deep breath now...

My host mother and brother left for the weekend. So I decided to make dinner in the house by myself for some friends last night. It made me so happy! It almost made me feel like I was back home. Except I was in someone else's house.

I made rosemary chicken, couscous with black beans spinach and lemon and warm spinach salad with pancetta! It was delicious. Then this morning I woke up and quick finished washing the dishes so they wouldn't know I had people over, because I don't know how they would feel about it and I didn't want to talk about it.

I tried to study for midterms today and it just wasn't meant to be. I went to this amazing library and it was horrible, because there's no WiFi. How stupid is that? I was so frustrated it put me in a horrible mood and I couldn't print powerpoint slides out. LIBRARIES IN PARIS SUCK. ahhh ok I just needed to get that out. Much better now. I wasn't expecting to miss the libraries in Bloomington so much, but I do! Too bad they're on the other side of the Atlantic :(

I finally made it back home where I have wifi and I'm going to try really hard to concentrate. I only have my bed side light that works in my room. This could pose yet another problem. I cannot wait till these f-ing midterms are over and this shit is finished. BAhh I wonder if I sound as strung out as I feel. I need help. I don't think I can fix this with chocolate either... i'll muddle through some how.

Boo!

Food for the moment, I can't get enough of: olives
Artist I'm listening to right now: Ingrid Michaelson

I see Halloween decorations in Paris! Huzzah! I thought that no one in France understood what Halloween is, but I'm assuming I was wrong. Not that I'll be in Paris for Halloween.. I am meeting Meggie in Milan! I wonder what they think of Halloween over there... I'm not sure why but I just feel like they should celebrate Halloween there, you know, the architecture kind of looks spooky.. right? I don't know what I'm talking about.

I've been feeling so lethargic lately, I don't know what my problem is. I'm having a hard time getting myself to do anything. Why start studying for mid terms when I can watch another episode of mad men on my computer? At least today I did something requiring physical activity. I don't know what I should I should bring with me to Giverny... Well a camera is a must, too bad mine can't be trusted, I'm definitely going to want to take pictures of this place it's suppose to be beautiful. I think I should go to bed now so I can wake up in the morning...

Finally going to the movies tonight to see a movie.
Found a dance studio I can take ballet class at.
Going to Giverny to see claude Monet's gardens.

Life is looking pretty sweet.

C'est très beau, non?

Can't get no tickets to Brussels with my visa card. Gonna have to do it with some hard cold cash instead. I don't know why I keep having problems, I have this feeling it has something to do with the financial crisis in the States/Europe.

This week was pretty uneventful, just class. And some disgusting Asparagus soup. Never again. But at least I know now, if I had never tried it I would just be left wondering.. and with a few more taste buds. I am planning on going to the movies this weekend! I'm really excited for it because I miss going to a movie theater. You know there really isn't a phrase in French for I'm really excited? I asked a French person. Je suis très excité apparently means you're sexually excited .. So don't make that mistake!

I am also not très excité to make tacos and watch the sex and the city movie with Kaitlin this afternoon. It's just so beautiful outside, I feel like I need to be outside for a little bit first. My host mom gave me a bunch of information on other things I should see that aren't in the "top 25 Paris" guide books. The only thing is I don't have a camera I can use to take pictures of these beautiful things since mine has more or less gone caputz. :(

That deserved a sad face. Off to soak up the beautiful weather- à bientôt!

Fully rested

Time I went to bed last night: never
Time I went to bed this morning: 6:30am
Time I woke up this afternoon to an overwhelming feeling of lazy, I waste my life away-ness: 4pm

I really needed the sleep though. I'm just worried I won't be able to fall back asleep tonight. I maintained a very poor sleeping pattern this weekend. I need to get better at that. Probably having some kind of schedule will help me not waste my weekends away. Maybe I'm just overwhelmed with the fact that I have three day weekends every weekend. I always had Friday classes, so I was never really allowed the amazing-ness of the regular three day weekend. But a lack of free Fridays is not completely to blame.

I did stay up till 5 am to watch the debate on Thursday night for no good reason.

I did get completely horribly drunk on Friday night so that I was pretty hung over all day Saturday.

I did stay out all night until the metros came back on because it was Nuit Blanche.

Ok that's it, from now on there is no more watching debates live, I'll just have to you tube the next day. And I've already decided it's a good idea to never drink that much champagne again, and Nuit Blanche only comes once a year, so this should never happen again, right?

Right?

I'll just keep telling myself that.

Had an art history lesson in the Louvre today, it was kind of awesome. I love that I can just hop on a train and hang out in the Louvre for an hour and come back home like it's no big deal.

You know what's funny about most of the sculptures there? (Besides the hilarious lion biting man in the ass sculpture) There is always, coincidentally, somehow a sheet of fabric, (cape maybe?) strategically placed over the privates. It's odd when you think about it: they're in battle, or reigning a horse or doing something where you wouldn't think would ever require a sheet of fabric- and there is a sheet draped just so over the goods.

I don't think it's because it was inapro-po to show what's south of the border at the time, but rather, the sculptors just got tired of doing that part, because there are plenty of sculptures that do show that part. (And it always seems to be a small part too if you know what I mean). Of course I would be terrified to mention any of this to a professor, especially in French, but I will always be left wondering: Why exactly did they make that choice?

Until I get the balls to ask someone, I guess I'll just be left guessing.

Quick, I need to get rid of these pounds!

Number of currencies in my purse right now: 3
Amount of money I plan to be spending this week: As close to zero as possible
Time it took me to be in a whole other country and culture: 1 hour
Paris rocks in terms of getting around to other places, it's so well connected.

Now I am back from Bath and nearly pound-less or as close to it as possible. I'm pretty sure it's just Euros from here on out. As per usual, I feel like a list is a good way to sum up what I did this weekend: 1 rugby game, 1 pint of Guinness, one camera in said pint of Guinness, 3 people seen in Jane-Austen-era clothing while visiting the Roman Baths, thanks to the Jane Austen center's festival that weekend. (Jane wrote Northanger Abbey in Bath and lived there for a little while.)
several drunk brits in the club below the flat I was staying in.. and one plate of greasy fish and chips! So, obviously as you can see, I had a great time.

Still think it's odd that I'm in classes. I don't know if I'll really get use to it, it doesn't feel like I will.

I have finished planning my mini excursions for the semester! They include the following:
One weekend in Milan
More than a weekend in Brussells Bruge and Luxembourg
One weekend in Amsterdam

Can't wait!

First week of class down and I am now off to visit Meggie in Bath! For some reason I feel like I'm not going to get there, I don't know why, it's weird. It's like I don't believe that I'm actually going to England this weekend. Maybe I have too many other things on my mind or something. Like wondering if I can manage classes in French as well as I manage classes in English... We'll see.

When will I stop worrying? I'm looking forward to it. Not worrying. Just another thing I don't believe will actually happen.

And now, I am sick

Classes started on Monday. It finally feels like I'm studying abroad now. Before I was just hanging around not doing much of anything. Now I'm back to homework. School is a bit odd in France because teachers don't tell you exactly what is expected of you or exactly what your homework is, there are just texts you should read, and then I guess they expect you to just know everything. I don't know. Hopefully I'll figure it out. I guess now I won't have to try to find things to occupy my time since I'll be reading all these texts professors mildly hint I should be reading.

I felt really sick on Monday, thankfully I have a bunch of medicine from the states I can take to try to knock the sickness out of me.

Odd thing about French stuff I learned this week: Pharmacies don't sell tissues. Apparently when they're sick their nose doesn't run, it's just us Americans. Luckily I know where a grocery store with tissues is and it's not far from my school! It's the little triumphs that are truly exciting.

Lunch on La Tour Eiffel, oh la la!

That's right, today I had lunch with all the IES students on the first floor of the Eiffel Tower, It's funny, from far away it seems silly to think there are restaurants and bathrooms and things in the Eiffel Tower, because the structure doesn't look very solid, like there are places for people to sit and eat. And how does the water and pipes and everything drain from the structure? I just don't get it. Those French architects are very sneaky.

After that I thought it would be a really good idea to scale the steep streets in Montmartre where Le Sacre Coeur is, a beautiful church on top of this very high hill, after only sleeping last night for three hours and being hung over. I survived.

Since I can't watch French tv for increments longer than 30 min and I don't have homework because classes begin Monday, and I can't download tv off of iTunes because "My C drive is too full" which is a load of bull crap, I read. I went to an English book store and bought The Hobbit. It's a great book to read on the metro because every morning and afternoon I escape the hum drum normality of the metro and get kidnapped by goblins, party with the elves and get bailed out of tight situations by Gandolf the Great, who is probably one of my favorite science fiction characters ever.

It feels very Never Ending Story, you know escaping the mediocrity of life and falling into fantasy adventures. Except no one beats me up here, unless maybe if I get mugged and I have a feeling when I'm done reading the book I wont have a large mystical animal who I befriend during my journeys to take me on a scenic ride flying over Paris.

It's just a hunch. At least I can dream.

Why does it say I took out 40% more than what I took out of my account? Stupid exchange rate!

Just realized how much money I am spending here and realized I need to not like spending money as much as I do. This exchange rate sucks, and I doubt it will get better with America's fantastic economy. Just ate dinner with my host family, we had ratatouille! It was great, until the son jumped up from the table and ran to the bathroom, after which I expected to hear horrific purging sounds, but I don't know what he was doing and then he just came back to the table and muttered something I couldn't understand in French. Who knows what's up with that. I actually have some homework to do for this French class we've started taking at IES. The rest of our classes don't start until Monday.

I went to this book shop that sells used books in English, I bought the Hobbit. Since I can't watch TV and I have trouble downloading from iTunes I need something to keep me busy, and I can read it on the train.

Tomorrow, I'm packing my lunch. I'll just buy a half baguette to eat my tomato and brie cheese with and I'll refill my water bottle...see? I can be resourceful!

We'll see how long this lasts.

I am not suppose to know what you look like in your underwear

Didn't get to see the Pope Saturday morning. Watched it on tv. Went out in search of fun times and drunk dancing and came home dissapointed. Also paid 20 Euros for the cab ride home and got locked out of the apartment and had to wake my French mom's son in law up to unlock the lock which can't be opened from outside and got a great view of him in his faded boxer briefs with a huge English flag on it. Oh what a night.

More success Sunday, washed jeans, watched Smart People and ignored homework.

Last week of "freedom" before my actual classes start.

Let the games begin!

By my lonesome in my bedroom. No one wanted to go out tonight, they're all too tired or "have things to do at home" which I don't understand when you're living with a family. I didn't go out to have dinner in Levallois, I'm not particularly hungry, which is hard to believe, my ear hurts and it's raining outside.

I did kill a bug, hopefully it is the same little bastard who's been biting me.

J'ai mal aux pieds!

More bug bites are appearing on my neck/face, this is not a good sign, hasn't the bug died yet? Christ!

Thinking of going down the street for some Sushi but the thought of walking is pain-inflicting. I can't believe how unprepared my body was for all the walking I do every day. I visited the Musee D'Orsay today and I could barely appreciate Dega's dancing ballerinas (personal fav) because my feet were screaming: "What the hell are you doing to us? You squashed us into those boots all day and you couldn't even put us in sneakers the next day because you are too scared of looking like an American? Shame on you! We're the only ones you have, you know!"

Well, my accent is enough of a give away, I figured I should at lease try to look the part of a Parisian. That's so annoying when you speak to someone in French and they respond to you in English. I have very chatty feet. Go figure. Everyone's feet talk to them every now and again, am I right or am I right? Don't give me that look.

Flights booked to countries outside of France: 2 (Milan & Bristol)
People on Metro this morning who gave me weird looks for (heaven forbid) eating some toast: 2

There is no such thing as snack on the go in France. I am trying to deal, we'll see how I do.

Dinner: 1 baguette, 1 round of cheese, 1 little basket of strawberries and some grapes.
Dessert: biscuits with chocolate on top
Some wine perhaps? Maybe while I watch the new episode of gossip girl.. I can't believe I have to wait till the end of October to watch 30 Rock again. :(

Feeling like I'm expanding even though I walk everywhere and everyone says you loose weight when you study in France. Maybe I have to get a little bit bigger before I can get smaller. Yeah, that's probably it. Well then, more chocolate biscuits couldn't hurt.

Thoughts from a far

Life is so much easier once you've sat at a cafe for a couple hours with a glass of beer and talked about it.

I can't believe how jet lagged I still feel. I thought I would be over it by now, but this morning I was so tired I could barely form sentences in English no less French.

I did it, I bought a pack of cigarettes and I officially feel like a Parisian when I smoke them. Which will not be often since I'm really not a smoker. Just at key moments like sitting outside at a cafe or basically when ever I find myself standing around outside.

I think that there is a bug in my room or something because I am finding little read spots that look like bites on one side of my face and on my hand. I thought there weren't any bugs really in Paris and that's why there aren't screens on the windows. Maybe there are very few, and it just so happens one in particular has it in for American students who speak French with an intolerable accent. I asked a crossing guard a question today and he was making fun of us and spoke to us in French with an American accent, I was like finally! A guy we can understand! I don't think he saw it that way.

I just want so desperately to be French. I obviously have to work on my accent.

I love Paris every moment

Number of cafes called Indiana spotted: 3
French people who spoke to me in French and I'm assuming expected me to respond in French: 3
French pigeons who pooped on me in French: 1
Free meals with dessert from awesome restaurant on a little unassuming side street: 1

Today I decided after sleeping in until noon, to embrace being a tourist and visit some sights by myself. Totally not phased doing things by myself, it's nice, no one to worry about. Also no one to take your picture by famous monuments, but really those shots are so over done, who cares really? Right? Up and down the champs-elysees, and not a euro dropped. Except on some postcards to send to friends.

I feel like Fall has suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks, (thanks a lot for that) it's been about 60 degrees and windy everyday.

Tomorrow it's the Centre Georges-Pompidou and hopefully Notre Dame! Now I think I might have a little late night snack, the left over food from lunch/dinner earlier... maybe the cheesecake!

This is right next to the Jarin des Tuileries and It is the beginning of Les Champs - Elysees.

Two full days in Paris. I got around on the Metro by myself, which really isn't that great of a feet after conquering the subway in New York. The Paris Metro is much cleaner and clearly marked. I went to the IES center today and met some of the people on my program. I can't believe how tired I still am. I think I'm going to try to nap before I meet some of them out at the Bastille Metro stop tonight. It's weird not having anyone to talk to that you know in your time zone. I can't wait for class to actually start. I think I'm going to see what American television I can find online. I can only listen to the news en francais for so long...

I have arrived!

Currently in Paris. So tired. Did not sleep as much as I needed to on the plane. My ear hurts. The one that got punctured by the q-tip. I am hoping the pain will cease after a good night's rest. We shall see.

About the previous note- got reply back from woman and is not weird at all, very nice, I have obviously met her now and tasted her cooking. Very happy. ok must sleep now...

To call or not to call

Deciding whether or not it's a good idea to just call the French woman I'm staying with. This could lead to two possible outcomes in my mind. Either I suddenly regain all knowledge of the French language I have otherwise possibly lost over the past 3 months and have a clearly understandable conversation with her and let her know when I will be arriving.
Or, I suddenly get really nervous that I will be talking to a real French person, that is from France, lose most of my knowledge and confidence in the French speaking department and try to resort back to English, but because of her lack of knowledge in the English department we have a very awkward confusing conversation which I don't know how to end because of our lack of a ability to communicate and nothing gets achieved and she now thinks I am a pompous disgusting American.

Actually she is probably right now assuming she is going to be stuck with a pompous gluttonous American. Hopefully I can change that. Hopefully.

Wireless, eureka, euphoria!

All is right with the world again, because I have wireless internet in my house! No more stalking It's a Grind and being forced to buy a stupid iced coffee that can't even hold a candle to Starbucks every day just so I could enjoy the Inter-web as I like to call it (thank you 30 rock).

Now I am off to drag my mom to Hamlet 2, so she can be incredibly offended thanks to me, sorry mom. Maybe we should see another movie...

Today, we shop!

After many dollars spent at CVS, Target, best buy and believe it or not, joanne fabrics, I think I am set for my semester in gay old Par-eee!

After poring over guide books I have modified the list to:
Normandy
Nice
Torin
Milan
Lyon
London
Bern, Switzerland possibly Geneva

Success the world over and all crisis averted

I am living with Mme. De Germiny in the north-east tip of 8ème Arrondissement, I have ear drops and did not tear my eardrum after all, I took my clothes out of the suitcases and put them in neatly stacked piles waiting to be packed for the big day!

On to topics of great delight: general areas and cities where I will travel on my long weekends and mini holidays.

The short list:
South of France
Turin
Milan
Normandy
London

Eager to see how long this phase of enjoying reading guide books lasts...

I'd like a little worry with my cereal, thanks.

Haven't received housing information. Which I guess means for now I will be living in the airport.
I think I accidentally burst my eardrum because it was apparently bleeding a lot last night.
Would rather not unpack from the test run pack last night. VS
Would rather not have clothes be sitting in my suitcase for a week.
Scared of possibly loosing all hearing in right ear and forever having to answer phone with left ear.

Today calls for extra coffee.

Size of clothes waiting to be packed: very large

Size of Suitcase: not nearly large enough

Number of accomplishments crossed off list of Things to do: 1

Baby steps, baby steps.

At least I showered.

Aurevoir, Olympic Games

Level of enjoyment while watching the Olympics : A perfect 10

Level of Sadness because I will never see hundreds of chinese men run around in funny suits creating amazing formations: Again, a perfect 10 (which equals very sad)

Number of times Erica said "What would you do if you saw me there on stage in one of those costumes with all those guys?": At least 5

Likelihood that England's ceremonies will be as amazing as the Chinese: Slim to none.

Now that the Olympics are over, and I have to find another reason to live, I need to find other things to occupy my time. The problem with having nothing to do all day is I have to make, what I like to call, a "plan of action" every morning of what I need to get accomplished if I want to have a productive day that doesn't include me staying in my pajamas all day, un showered, practicing my button pressing skills on the remote, which I might add I am excellent at. Too bad they didn't include any sport like that in the Olympics.

I put out all the clothes I plan on packing and they now lie in a heap on top of my suitcase. Now I need to fold them up and see if they can all fit into my suitcases. I'm going to need a really good mix cd to get me through. At least there's a new episode of the Hills tonight to look forward to, because who doesn't love watching a couple over privileged under articulate girls stumble through life in beautiful designer clothes you will probably never be able to afford. Fun! Maybe I'll see a movie tonight...

Sum sum sum sum summertime

I love being home in the summer and not having anything to do. I get to go to the little town parade that goes through my neighborhood and watch Gilmore Girls every morning on abc family when I wake up at 11am and eat ice cream every night and tie-dye with my friends.

This phase will probably last about a week before I want to start pulling my hair out.

Hopefully, I'll be too distracted by my sister moving into her new apartment and friends leaving for school. I have to make sure I get everything done before I leave for Paris, like find out what family I will be living with, and where it is exactly they live. Also I need to see the Dark Knight one last time- In IMAX, get my hair cut, and figure out how to pack one suitcase under 50 lbs and a carry on to last me a semester. My mom suggested packing many little bottles of shampoo and such instead of one large one, because it would be easier to pack. But that would be a mess, not worth the small space it would save me in my bag. I guess this means I have to severely limit the amount of clothes I was planning on bringing. At least I have two weeks to figure it out...

Check me out

I refuse to go to anymore appointments today. I am all appointment-ed out. First the dentist, then the eye doctor then the back doctor. No more I say, no more. It takes a village, I guess. I am stranded by myself for dinner tonight. I'm trying to decide where to take my business. I am hungry and unfortunately not in the mood to exercise, but really I feel horrible that I have abruptly halted my daily workout plan. It was going so well... I don't know what to do. Maybe I'll just suck it up and run. It will make me a happier person, but it's always hard to remember how good it feels when you're sitting around thinking about working out.

Tonight is the season premiere of The Hills and I am verr verr excited. I invited some friends over, who I plan to serve some dessert, maybe some pizza or buffalo wings, maybe champagne.. we'll see what I come up with. Maybe I should get all of that, it would be one crazy possibly disgusting mix of food. But each item sounds so delicious by itself... If I plan on eating any of that I definitely need to go work out. Ok, here I go, I'm going to do it! You'd think wearing exercise cloths all day would have been motivation enough, but really it just makes me feel like a poser, not to mention comfortable.

No really, I'm going to go exercise now.

Now. Really.

Now.

Actually, I have to finish this iced latte first.

Blue Bicyclette, rest in peace.

Sitting in the car across from the It's a Grind. Seeing as I've already made my daily visit today, I figured I wouldn't look like such a loser if I just sit here on my computer. One of the guys who works there walked out to his car and I think he saw me sitting here on the computer, I hope he doesn't recognize me.

Who is on their computer in the car? That's usually reserved for someone plotting something evil or crime fighters with superhero strength, or Lucy Lu from Charlie's Angels. And I by no means look like Lucy Lu.

Uh oh there have been about 3 fire trucks whizzing by, I hope they don't suspect anything. The people in It's a Grind probably think I'm plotting to blow the place up or turn all their coffee decaf or something that would inject fear into the hearts of coffee brewers everywhere.

In other news, my blue bike for which this blog has been named after has suffered a major injury. The chain on the bike broke. I am in morning by wearing a blue shirt. Unfortunately I'm not with my bike right now because I left it in Bloomington, this information was disclosed to me by Kerry who has been pedaling around on it for the summer. It's not her fault though, I understand it was an old rusty broad of a bike and it paid its dues.

Ok time to keep moving, I can't waste any more gas keeping the air on while parked... With any luck I won't have to resort to stalking outside the local coffee joints and my dad will install wireless today! Fat chance.

Give me a head with hair!

Done with class! All is right in the world again. No more listening to a crazy professor who was somehow hired by the kings of community college to teach college age kids about American politics.
Luckily I missed the first hour and 45 min of class because I slept through my alarm this morning. But luckily he was still jabbering on and on about nothing in particular making no thoughtful points once so ever.

Moving on! Erica helped my celebrate my infinite joy at having absolutely nothing to do for the rest of the summer except immerse myself in the French culture before I hope a plane to pAris. And that capitalized A was intentional. It looks like the eiffel tower, very appropo.

Er and I made a trip to Panera to satisfy our incredible hunger and topped it off with a trip to the old DQ grill n chill and drove around rocking out to the original cast album of Hair. Well played.

Done with class! All is right in the world again. No more listening to a crazy professor who was somehow hired by the kings of community college to teach college age kids about American politics.
Luckily I missed the first hour and 45 min of class because I slept through my alarm this morning. But luckily he was still jabbering on and on about nothing in particular making no thoughtful points once so ever.

Moving on! Erica helped me celebrate my infinite joy at having absolutely nothing to do for the rest of the summer except immerse myself in the French culture before I hope a plane to pAris. And that capitalized A was intentional. It looks like the eiffel tower, very appropo.

Wait, what happened?

Empty bottles of rum left on the table: 4
Average age of the people I was hanging out with last night: 18
Previous times I have seen my friend's mom that drunk: Never

I think you get the picture. Actually, I doubt it, these are pretty vague descriptions. Without any context, I would be very confused. In fact I think I'm still a little confused. All I know is there is still some illegible words scribbled on my hand and I think I have been married off to someone who just became eligible to vote. Thank god we have phones or cameras with recording capabilities to provide evidence of how obnoxious we can all be when inebriated. Yes, thank god for that.

Oh yeah

Here are some pics from the concert I saw last night at Joe's Pub, which I dragged my sister to. Let's just say she was very happy that I dragged her after all. :)

Top two pictures are John Gallagher Jr. Bottom is Jason "Sweet tooth" Williams with the band. Rock on.

Never gonna kick television

Sitting in the local it's a grind, trying to be productive. It's hard work when they are tearing up the sidewalk with one of those huge drills that vibrate really hard (a drill bit, possibly? I don't know, I'm not well versed in construction equipment, surprising, I know) and my computer is going really slow because I'm downloading an episode of Mad Men off iTunes. So I'm just sitting staring at the computer not doing anything and I'm the only one in the coffee shop, because who else is free to sit in a coffee shop Tuesday at 3 in the afternoon? The people who work here are probably wondering what the hell I'm up to, why have I been sitting here so long. I mean it's not like they have any customers to serve to distract them from ruminating over what I could possibly be doing here for so long alone with my little dell and mint mocha blended coffee...

My TV show obsession earlier this summer has subsided somewhat, now I am addicted to buying TV shows on iTunes and watching them on my iTouch. Not really a positive progression, actually it's worse because it's more expensive buying all those episodes instead of waiting for Netflix DVDs to arrive in the mail. The only bad thing about Netflix is you have to finish watching the movies you have so the other movies in your queque can be sent to you, which means I have to wait until I am in the right mood at the right time to watch the movies. This means I end up holding on to Dead Man Walking for 3-4 weeks because who really wants to watch that movie? I feel like I have to and then I feel a resistance to anything I have to do, but I really have to because I want to see all my other movies in my queque! Oh the frustration. So until I hit that perfect alignment of mood and timing, I will watch television on my iTouch, oh and finish watching the 5th season of Gilmore Girls for oh maybe the 3rd time... but that's just usual fair.

I have been trying to figure out lately why in gods name I have the ability to watch episode after episode of Gilmore Girls for any given amount of time no matter what. I just never get sick of it. I wonder if I will ever reach that point... you know and get sick of it. If I do at least I'll have iTunes and Netflix at my disposal to keep me busy.

I have been keeping up with my daily exercise! I am so proud of myself, I have actually committed to it for over a week! It's one of those times I wish I had a therapist or someone I could gloat to.

Maybe I should be glad I don't have a therapist.. or maybe I need one?

I'm confused, anyway, when I use the stationary bike in the basement I watch movies, and I have made a wonderful rediscovery of all the old VHS tapes we have of movies from the 80s, 90s and beyond! Highlights include Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Mystic Pizza, Ghost, Romancing the Stone, Working Girl and Top Gun. I was so excited! I forgot how motivational some 80s flicks could be. I can't wait to make them into DVDs on this crazy machine my dad has. I'm totally bringing them to school with me! not like I actually have time when I'm in school to watch all those movies, but it's just comforting to know they're there... I am starting to realize most people aren't as oddly comforted by movies and TV as I am. I'm hoping this doesn't mean my happiness is completely reliant on the false perfection of film and TV...mm whatever, I'll leave that to my potential psychiatrist to decide.

Erica and Vivian arrived here safely in one trip, and I lost 5 bucks to Rose... Let the games begin!

Come again Batman?

Saw the Batman movie again with my brother-in-law and it was just as amazing as the first time, possibly better because I could actually understand the quite lighting-fast dialog they utter under their breath. And the generic way they portray "new yorkers" in crowd scenes wasn't so annoying.

The first time I saw the movie was with Erica and (spoiler alert) at the part where the people on the two ferry boats are deciding whether or not to blow the other guys to high heaven, and there's this huge silent but deadly black man on the boat with all the other jailbirds, she turned to me and said, knowing my hope of being recreated in another life as a large black man so I can sing "Ol' Man River" from Show Boat, says "Hey look Bonnie, it's you!" Well stated Erica, except I wasn't anticipating also being an ex-con and covered in multiple tattoos and gang symbols. Oh well, you win some, you lose some.

Time to order pizza as Rose and I take bets on whether or not Erica and Vivian will be able to follow my directions to Brooklyn, then vamp ourselves up to look about 5-10 years older than we are so we can actually fit in at the uncharacteristically swanky clubs we will be visiting tonight in honor of Caroline's b day!

Here's to lines of coke I won't be doing in the bathroom.

That was at least 2 pizza slices worth of exercise...

I am determined to maintain my exercise plan. Even if it means working out at 10:30pm and not being able to fall asleep because I'm so wired from having just exercised. Those are just the sacrifices I'm willing to make in order to stay in shape, more like form the semblance of a shape.. I haven't worked out consistently in a verr verr long time. I have many a time randomly gone out for a run and then maybe three or four weeks later repeated that same ritual, always with the hope that two days later I'll run again. But this time it's different! I'm not quite sure why yet, but I will find a reason that will further motivate me! I'll just think it over while I eat one of those yummy little dark chocolate sticks... Maybe I would be a much more determined exerciser if I measured my exercise in food.. maybe I should stop thinking about food so much. But it's so good! hmmm...

False alarm.

I can totally see why they make those scary movies starting with a babysitter watching the kids after they've gone to bed. It's freakin' creepy being in a different house at night alone, you're never quite sure if that noise is the sound of the furnace or ice machine in the fridge or really a deranged killer watching your every move. No wonder babysitters are always having their boyfriend over- to protect them and keep them company. Not that I would know since I was forever loner Bonnie in my babysitting hay-day which was very short lived I might add regardless of my secret dream to establish a real life version of the Babysitters club. Can you blame me? Just watch the movie, they were having such a good time, they had a phone line of their own and were reaping the profits of being young entrepreneurs.

Remember when it was the height of cool to have a separate phone line or a phone in your bedroom? Those were the days... But the kids never behave as well as they do in the movies in real life anyways.

Shut up and watch television while I check my facebook

Children I babysat today: 2
Men I ran into at a wedding ceremony who I once dated who are now gay: Only 1 (thank god)

I love my niece and nephew, just not so much when I have to babysit them. Thank god I was able to distract them with a combination of bowling, Miley Cyrus and ice cream until it was bedtime. Good to know Miss Cyrus is good for something. She's such a stick, you know she isn't eatin' no ice cream. I can't believe she was at the Oscars. Lame. I haven't babysat in a really long time, that's what happens when you go away to college I suppose. I survived though with sticky hands, Ryan's pants covered in blue ice cream and my dignity! I'd say mission accomplished.

I think that's the sound of a kid rustling around in their bed...I guess my job isn't over yet.

Reporting from 114 Geroge street, this is Bonnie

I don't know what is wrong with me today. Usually my reaction to caffeine is mild, but today I am a little cray cray. Who am I kidding. There is a whole lot of cray cray in this Bonnie. I was listening to npr and I started to repeat what they were saying to see if I sounded a smart and interesting as they did. Maybe I should look into radio journalism, it's not like it's a really narrow competitive field. Whatever I need to try out my idea for my 30 sec interval cooking show.

Why are American Political Science books so lame to read. So uninteresting. My psychology book is much more interesting. Maybe all the pictures of George Bush are turning me off.

I don't know how to turn myself off over drive. It's even hard to read because I keep wanting to go faster and faster, but I can only read so fast! Fourth grade sucked because there was all this standardized testing and you had to read the story and answer questions about it and I was a slow reader. I always finished last.

I like to think my reading speed has increased significantly since the 4th grade.

Unfortunately I have no evidence to prove otherwise.

I wish:
I wasn't enrolled in Am pol sci
I had time to watch my netflix movies
I wasn't feeling so cracked out
I had a job that payed me
I was a skinny little person who could eat anything without jeopardizing her health or waist line

In the library. My house doesn't have wireless internet. The computer is actually so old that it doesn't have capabilities to even connect to a wireless system. So I am at the library. Doing absolutely everything besides what I came here to do.

Way to go Bonnie, way to go.

It's not my fault the poli sci class professor can't teach a class properly. Maybe the exam will be painless and he's an easy grader on essays.

I guess I'll find out. Right now all I can think about is how I should cook my chicken tenders. And by that I mean exactly what you think I mean. Cooking chicken tenders.

Things I should do:
Stop making unattainable goals that I think are actually very attainable but will not be accomplished
Find self motivation
Find the meaning of life while I'm at it
Stop making long lists of things to read
Read more
Find a way to do as little work as possible in my classes
Get at least Bs in my summer classes
Write my blog more often
Probably leave the library since I'm not being productive
stop being hungry all the time and finally,
SEE BATMAN IN IMAX

By the looks of my first class, it's going to be a long two months of listening to a professor who loves to hear his own voice.

Libraries visited today: 2
Number of times I predict to visit the library again while home: A whole lot cause it don't cost a dime

John + Kate plus the lollipop guild makes 8 ... ?

Coming home is great. There's home cooked food that doesn't taste like cheap store brand crap because it isn't, there's a comfortable bed, the full family participation required interventions.

That's right, I said interventions.

What else is a family to do when a member is so scared of the dentist's office they are willing to endure the pain of wisdom teeth that are just asking to be removed from their jaw? And just to be completely clear the family member is not under the age of 12, more like over the age of 30. At least the fam's keeping things fresh and interesting.

I bet if my family had 8 children or a couple midgets we would totally get our own reality show on TLC or something. Maybe 8 midget children. We have to find our angle and target audience. There's a lot of potential there.

Unfortunately I am traveling to the world of ex druggies, GED recipients and babies mamas known as community college bright and early tomorrow morning so I need to go to bed.

Until then I will continue brainstorming ideas.

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Back in the saddle again

Now that I am back in my lovely summer cottage I can really appreciate summetime with late night campfires, laying out, and of course planting my ass on the couch and watching exorbitant amounts of television by way of every other medium besides television. Thank god Americans and really people the world over can watch practically any television show at any time they damn well please. Of course this has led to a series of unfortunate events for me, unfortunate because I am no longer spending my time outside enjoying the beautiful weather. Television on my demand has made me into a constantly eating, mostly motionless, pale blob of undergraduate unproductiveness which is not even a word. See? I'm even starting to forget how to write in correct English.

This is good. I am going to find the good in this. It might take sometime. But at least it gives me something to do until my next dvd from Netflix.com arrives in the mail.

Dishes of "Jessica Alba's Enchiladas" made by Meggie: 1
Triumphant returns of friends from across-the-pond-studies: 2
Realizations: I am a dreamer. (As opposed to being a Do-er or Be-er)

The rainbow connection

Finally ordered the camelbak water bottle I had been wishing I had so I could drink out of it. As opposed to .. I don't know peeing into it? Anyways it only took me about 20 min to decide between whether I wanted the "fire" or "ocean" colored bottle. I chose ocean. I figured it was more suiting since it will serve to hold my water and the ocean is in someways just mother earth's gigantic water bottle which she doesn't really clean and has a lot of things besides water hanging around in it... Perhaps if I was going to use it to pee in I would go with fire, because it's a similar color. To pee I mean. Right - so - new topic!

Since I'm back on old stomping ground while at Springboard NYC in west side/theater district/midtown, I have run into two people I worked with last summer and made a visit to The Irish Rogue- the favorite "lets get drinks with people we work with" bar. Luckily middle-aged creepy men were not trying to crash the party and make all the women feel horribly uncomfortable this time. Although I did manage to play a game of pool. It's great being 21, because there's not the "are they gonna card me?" anxiety even though they'll probably never card you at the Irish Rogue which is part of it's charm.

Another thing, which the neighbor living above the bar probably didn't find so charming was a surprise appearance by moi on their fire escape, exploring the bar's terrace area which was decoratively lined with barbed wire. I of course just acted like we were acquaintances running into each other at the local farmers market. How was I suppose to know after a drink or two not to creepily make my way up the side of the building a la the bar/terrace/fire escape and speak with some guy through his bedroom window with his shirt unbuttoned?

And now it is sleepy time.

Jessica Alba's Enchilladas

Now that I'm back in Jersey I'm starting to really appreciate the unique grit and edge fellow Jersey-ians have which most bloomingtonians lack. It adds so much to the culture of Jersey.

I'm sitting in my car waiting to get my gas pumped today and some teenager said something offensive which provoked the guy pumping my gas which resulted in him yelling and calling him a mother f*cker. That would never happen in Bloomington because: A. In Bloomington you pump your own gas and B. In general people are more polite. And what's not to love about the bizarre half Philadelphia half Long Island/New York accent. Where else can you find such a rare blend? And there is always the grade A Jersey trash which can often be found sulking around the AMC 24.

Ok time to brush my teeth and get ready to complete my jersey experience by going to a bar or two to celebrate my friend's birthday. Typical Jersey-ians' obnoxious/tacky factor increases exponentially with the amount of alcohol consumed. God I missed New Jersey.

I hope my post doesn't come off as offensive. Who am I kidding- I don't care, I'm from Jersey, I share whatever opinions I have off the top of my head without hesitation.

The truth is there are offensive, edgy, obnoxious tacky people like that found in Jersey everywhere across America, but there are more in New Jersey because the state is so densely populated and they would really rather be in New York or Philadelphia rather then stuck somewhere in gray area between.

Any time's a good time for a Bloody Mary as far as I'm concered

Now that I'm 21 and therefore a lot more fun I've found myself drinking in the middle of the day much more often. But what's a glass of wine with dinner, and you know a Bloody Mary after and then a couple Jello Shots after that? I mean some one bought that liquor (still not sure who) so someone else could drink it and enjoy it with lets say some turkey tacos for dinner.

It's not like now that I'm 21 I suddenly feel I have to accept the offer to drink at every possible moment, I just don't want to be rude. Also it doesn't help that Aly and I just cleaned out the pantry and were suddenly inspired to write a book of all the alcoholic concoctions we could come up with from the random junk in our pantry.

It's summer, no school or stressful work loads, and furthermore it's Memorial day weekend! So I'm going to party it up thank you very much and I don't appreciate people questioning whether or not it's a good idea for me to finish a bottle of wine in one sitting...by myself.

I'll drink to that.

Lets see if that batch of Jello shots are ready.

On the Tellie-v whoa oh oh oh on the Tellie-v

Did not want to roll out of bed this morning so I made myself waffels to ease the pain. Actually I make myself waffels everyday to ease the pain so really this is no different. Here's to hoping that today at work I can spend the entire time watching episodes of the greatest show ever created for television and will with any luck go on forever and ever and into syndication with out losing its edge: 30 Rock.

Tina Fey is one funny lady. Prior bug problem has seemed to subside and the land man (lord) is supposedly gonna spray the outside of the house this weekend.

I am worried that now I have realized the number of things available to me that I can watch on my computer via my netflix account I will never stop constantly watching TV shows.

Maybe I'm ok with that, Grey's Anatomy and The Hills (don't judge me) are over so why not. Actually the next season of the Hills is starting in August (again get off your high horse and stop judging me haven't you ever heard of a guilty pleasure) but what am I suppose to do during June and July? Seriously.

P.S. sprikets are running rampant in Bloomington

Midnight showings attended by moi of the latest Indiana Jones movie: 1
Bugs found in Aly's bed during her minor breakdown after realization that house is possibly infested with bugs: 1
Likeliness of going to bed before 4 am for the second night in a row: slim to none
Possibility of finishing the first season of 30 Rock today (this morning) and sleeping till 1 p.m.: High

The funny thing is Aly is the one who freaks out in the presence of a bug, and she is also the first to find something hard and successfully pulverize it.

Luckily my showdown with the enormous spider (which in a stroke of pure genius I named Bob in hopes of actually falling asleep that night) on my closet door was the finale in Bonnie's creepy crawly escapades. Although he did seem interested in a sequel when he made a surprise appearance on my kitchen table.

Single and looking to mingle as I am not interested in execution

Brilliant, even looking at CNN.com can give single women the world over even more reason to fear for their lives. As if perpetually single women don't feel some kind of guilt already for being with out a man.
Slaughtered for being single
What a horribly sad and frighting article.

At least in America single women are passively shunned and cornered about their love life by their friends in annoyingly happy relationships.
Cue opening credits of Bridget Jones Diary

Coffee coffee run run run

Off to edit silly article I was up until four writing. For really no good reason. It's not like I was doing something important before four in the morning. 2:30 a.m. just seemed like a good time to start something. It didn't help that I can watch 30 Rock on my computer thanks to netflix.com. One of the small pleasures of still having a p.c. I think it's a reward. Like "Thank you for stickin with us p.c.s even though you know Macs are awesome and look really cute and clean and do really fun stuff."

Ok time to down this coffee- bike- edit- come home to watch sweet episodes of 30 Rock- drag my feet as I go back to the IDS to design (ehhhh.) BREAK!

Exercising might also be a good idea. Maybe after a couple hours of brainless TV. Yes that sounds like a good idea. Can't type more... coma like symptoms beginning to ensue...

Lathargic Pizza Lady

Pizza- eaten (spinocoli, ver ver good choice)
Stomach- bloated as ever

Now in food induced coma. Who knows when I'll wake up. Until them I'll have to stare mindlessly at the Television.

Coffee might quite possibly ease me to my senses. Only one way to find out.

Listen to this

Follow the link to ear-pleasure-a-go-go land:
Regina Spector - The Call (from The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian)

Cheese Pizza

I wish I had a cheese pizza to eat right now. It would taste delicious in my belly. Correction: it would taste delicious in my mouth and it would make me feel unimaginably large and bloated once it reaches my belly. Still it would be worth it.

Movies I have seen in the past 4 days: 4
Movies I have cried in: 1

That gives me a crying ratio of 1 in every 4 movies. Sad. I use to never cry in movies.

Books I meant for myself to read this summer: infinite
Books actually read so far: 1/2

Cups of Coffee made in the past couple of days: +10
Germans I have met in the past week:2
Bar crawls attended which did not end with my head in a dumpster throwing up till kingdom come: 1

Well done. And somehow I'm still able to fall asleep at night. However I can't get myself to roll out of bed in the morning and live a meaningful life.

Sounds about right.