whenever i am feeling especially nostalgic for Paris (which, come now, is all of the time) i turn to this video & i am comforted.
all of the French I know, I learned from this video*
*that’s not true. my DIY Pimsleur & knock off Rosetta Stone audio tapes have taught me volumes!**
**Def., Volumes: colors; numbers; key phrases for asking/offering directions; ordering food/drink; warding off the Gypsies who sell light up Eiffel Towers/overbearing Frenchmen/people who are attempting to steal your passport…
judge it as you will, this is my Thursday night
***1.5 hours later: i’m all for bad scary movies/cult classics, but this is like Plan 9 From Outer Space x100 on the Unbearable Scale. have i laughed? have i cracked a smile? yes, certainly…but mostly i have found myself counting down the minutes/spacing out/trying to make myself fall asleep on the couch
(it still hasn’t ended yet)
next on the Netflix Queue: The Room
here’s hoping!
on humid days & days i am long for some sort of change or shake up in my little life, i daydream about chopping my hair. perhaps if all the stars align & luck proves on my side within the coming weeks (fingers crossed/knock on wood/etc etc!!), i will celebrate with a fresh, clean cut.
or not. who knows?
but for today at least, this is what i’m thinking…