January 18, 2006

French U

I am here, as promised, so nyah. With cramps, even. And I forgot my allergy medicine. This is dedication, people. Actually, it’s not, and I’m a big whiner.
Oh, yes—content. Sorry.

I went shopping on Monday. I took the entire day off of work as an excuse to see my dentist, which I did. For twenty minutes. The rest of the day was spent tooling around one of the larger malls in the state, and gushing over the amount of crap one can take away from the mid-January sales. I have not been into a Wet Seal or Charlotte Russe since I left the east coast, and it’s probably a good thing the only ones in the county are nowhere near my house. I came away with seven different items for forty-five dollars. If you’re a girl, that’s an absolute steal. All items fit well and are multi-functional; I won’t buy anything that I can’t mix with my current wardrobe, even if it is $3. Which they were.

The best thing about the whole shopping experience was that it gave me a chance to wander around somewhere for a whole day and not really have to do anything. I generally get one day off a week; Monday through Friday I keep eight-to-five hours and spend evenings working out, Sunday I work all day at Starbucks. So Saturdays are the only days that I don’t have to follow any structure, and they actually have an odd pattern all their own, as I go home to do laundry and hang out with my Mom and my dog. So every single day has a set schedule, and it was beginning to feel like I lived in an endless beehive of responsibilities. So I skived off and went shopping. Me and my aunt and my little sister, spending money on bargain clothing in a different zip code. Talking about bra sizes and hiphuggers and when it’s OK to wear a fashion belt. Drinking coffee while ogling cute men and glaring at skinny tramps in the same two minutes. It was practically a vacation.

Speaking of vacations (see what I did there?), I am currently in the planning stages of my next one: I am going back to Europe. I. AM. GEEKED. I’m already having dreams that I’m there, with my little sister, and we’re searching the skyline for Big Ben. I’m going to have these dreams right up until we go, which is in August. My brain does not care. It doesn’t seem inclined to dream about anything else. The planning is going to be so much fun, since I’m a big dork, and I can’t wait to break out my maps, legal pad and four-color pen. (I am so hot.) I will resist the temptation to turn this into Beedoo’s Travel Blog, since I hate it when journal writings get topical, but if I chance to talk about my trip, it will be because I think people can benefit from the information I’m giving you, like Book with These Guys, or Never Fly This Airline. (Or, more likely, I’m Broke and in Paris, So I Guess I Live Here Now.) The trip will consist of London, Paris, Edinburgh, and somewhere in Ireland that is not Dublin. I have seen Dublin. It was not worth the seeing. Lots of angry, smoking men wondering “What the fook is wit’ all da fookin’ tooorists?” I kept my hat over my eyes and spat so I’d be taken for a native. Or at least, not killed outright. So I’m thinking Galway. Email me with your thoughts.

In more news, I have just enrolled myself in a French course. As in, ten minutes ago, I stopped typing this to run upstairs and sign up, in case all the spots were taken.

YOU:
Wow, Beedoo, it’s like I’m actually there! These special effects are amazing!

BEEDOO:
OK, shut up. I’m just keeping you abreast of what’s happening.

YOU:
Might be a bit better if you did it everyday.

BEEDOO:
Harsh, [you].

YOU:
I’m just sayin’.

BEEDOO:
Fine. I’ll post an extra entry today. Will that make you happy?

YOU:
You say it, but you don’t mean it.

BEEDOO:
Aw, come on baby. Don’t be like that.

YOU:
Don’t do it for me. Do it if you want to.

BEEDOO:
OK, then, Mom.

YOU:
Now you’re just lashing out.

As we’re on the subject of French, I will, in fact, post something I wrote on my first trip to Paris. It’s full of my first impressions and witty anecdotes of the time spent in the most romantic city in the world.

YOU:
I knew it!

BEEDOO:
What?

YOU:
Recycled entry!

BEEDOO:
No it isn’t! I’ve never posted it before!

YOU:
Doesn’t matter, Lazybones, It ain’t new.

BEEDOO:
I am adding to it!

YOU:
I’m sure it’ll be great.

BEEDOO:
Don’t make me get the special toolbox.

YOU:
Oh, you wouldn’t.

BEEDOO:
You’d like me to, though, wouldn’t you?

YOU:
…Yes.

BEEDOO:
You’re dirty.

YOU:
Oooh... do the voice.

BEEDOO:
I’m out.

Up Next: Beedoo Does Paris (Not Hilton)!

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