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[26 Apr 2005|05:35pm] |
sunday may have quite possibly been the best day of my life.
walking from le bon marche, under the eiffel tower, across the seine and all the way to bugsy's near the champs-elysees rotund with a bottle of expensive white wine poured into a sports bottle with angela.
i'm a beast.
and a wino.
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[06 Apr 2005|05:40pm] |
well. i haven't really written much. sorry. i wish i had internet.
wednesdays i don't have class. so last night sophi and i went to the bowler and bought an entire bottle of wine for ourselves. see, we figured we'd each have two glasses of wine, which are five euros each. so we could either spend ten euros on two glasses each or ten euros each toward a bottle we can split.
we really didn't expect to finish it, but we did.
today i woke up pretty late. actually, i woke up first, looked outside, saw that it was raining, and went back to sleep. at about twelve thirty i decided to get up and hit the boulangerie to buy myself a tomato and cheese sandwich and a ham sandwich to take to angela who is suffering from a stomach virus. i think the chocolate chip cookies we made two days ago were too raw. the perfect cookie comes with a price.
the secret to making deliciously moist chocolate chip cookies is to add a packet of dry pudding mix to the dry ingredients in whatever flavor you want. we did vanilla. the cookies were fantastic.
i went off on a tangent.
after getting off the metro near angela's, i bought us each a pamplemousse. which is a grapefruit. mm. pamplemousse.
then we sat around on our bums and watched magnolia. and that's all i've done today.
i swear i'm taking advantage of living here. i swear.
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[31 Mar 2005|03:33am] |
walking on rue oberkampf at one in the morning, dan, sophi and i decided to have a spontaneous ( random picture night. )
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[09 Mar 2005|11:14pm] |
i spent twenty minutes last night talking with michael from bright eyes about what kind of cuban food one would eat as a vegetarian, both of us standing on a random street corner in paris while sipping on our demi pints of kronenburg. who would have thought.
scottish people are insane. of course, i learn that when i leave scotland. it seems that they feel more compelled to yell at people from taxis since those people probably don't understand a single offense being thrown at them.
"GET OFF THE ROAD, YA SLAGS! F#CKIN' WANKERS!" honk honk.
on saturday, we had a very drunk irishman walk us home. he took license to sing a song for all of paris, at the top of his lungs as we walked the streets. unfortunately, the song had my name in it.
"MAKING LOVE IN THE AFTERNOON WITH CECILIA!"
thanks a lot, simon and garfunkel.
i've been in paris a month. i wonder when i will meet french people. these blokes are great fun, though. we have a date on saturday. we are going to grab a few bottles of whiskey and make a stop at every metro station in paris, and at each stop, someone will have to take a shot.
wish us luck.
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[01 Mar 2005|11:42am] |
hey doofs.
so my company to the bright eyes show has sold me out to go to a manchester united game in italy. i never thought i would ever be sold out for such a funny reason. hey, i'd do it too.
friday i met up with some americans that had some scottish and english friends and we went to an english pub called the bowler. i had a pint of kronenberg. i talked all night with this a british guy whose origin i guessed because his accent was very john lennon-like. liverpool, of course. DING DING
it turns out, his granduncle played in a band with lennon before he was in the beatles. or so he says. i am a skeptic.
somehow, we made him believe that sophi slipped peanut butter into my drinks so that i'd sleep in the same bed as her at night. i don't know why we said this.
we then went to a place called the house of evil. i figured they called it by such a name when i entered and heard ricky martin playing. then i was asked why i wasn't dancing, since i am mexican and all. ehh.
saturday i went to see the movie constantine, which i enjoyed. then we hit up monoprix to buy some wine. I was badgered by a french guy looking for malibu. he couldn't find it, got angry, started making lewd gestures and rattling away in french. this is what i understood.
"it's known all over the world that coconut makes girls go crazy. i just give my girlfriend some malibu, then i sit down and she does all the work."
sunday i watched the ireland versus england rugby match at home. ireland won. and i still don't get rugby.
i got into pace. i'm going to new york in august.
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[25 Feb 2005|06:07pm] |
IT SNOWED.
i tried uploading pictures but these internet cafes are a bag of crap.
my window is great for people watching. people ike to skate through the streets at about three in the morning on those old school rollerskates. i also saw a lady drive past my window in a baby pink vespa with her dog in the sidecar. trés cool. we also keep a count of how many people manage to bump into parked cars while parallel parking. we've seen three so far. how many we haven't seen: a mystery.
i have plans to go to montmartre for saint patrick's day. i'm kind of excited because i've never celebrated that before. there's a lot of irishes here.
i keep getting asked for directions here. i need to do something to myself so that i don't look so french and stop confusing people.
sophi wants to dye my hair blonde. her mania scares me. so much that i sleep with an eye open in case she feels the urge to apply bleach to my head in my sleep.
we finally met some french people. with very french names. and very french habits. i will not eat a croque monsieur, they have ham. JAMBON
why do people like jennifer lopez so much?
a tout alors.
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[20 Feb 2005|09:09pm] |
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okay. i've got the apartment now.
i moved in on friday night. sophi and i had a mattress and a sheet to sleep on/with, respectively. it was a very cold night. i haven't spent so much time curled up in fetal position since i was in my mother's womb.
nta we made a very long trip to the french equivalent of wal-mart in the suburbs of paris (carrefour) and proceeded to spend almost 400 euros on cleaning materials, dishes, silverware, glassware, linens, and food. we were happy to discover they delivered your groceries to your apartment, however, they wouldn't take anything that was easily broken. and so we had to lug around a crate of glass cups, wine cups, a very heay box of dishes, and mop around paris until we could find a taxi. that was not very fun.
cleaning until four in the morning could have been fun, if the state of the apartment hadn't caused me to gag a few times. after scrubbing, spraying, wiping, sweeping and mopping til four, we woke up this morning at eleven to do it all over again. and were still not done.
but now, it smells like vanilla and feels like a home. and i couldn't be happier.
please send me stuff.
cecilia de cardenas
52 rue de courcelles
paris 75008
france
same as the last post, different zipcode. oops.
details later.
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haha. so she decided not to abandon me after all. thanks for scaring the crap out of me. friend.
i learned what pamplemousse is. it means grapefruit. that would be something very painful to have in your derriere.
last night i actually did something relaxing and fun and social. well, somewhat. i went to the movies with sophi, jenny, and jenny's friend rafa. this meeting proved essential, for i have now found someone to go to shows with. we ended up watching "coup d'eclat", aka the crappy movie with pierce brosnan and salma hayek in a movie theatre on champs-elysees. despite the blatantly commercial aspects of it and the horribly cheesy one-liners and the horrendous acting of salma hayek, it was an alright movie. maybe i just feel deprived of entertainment. but it was a mildly entertaining movie to pass the time.
i picked up my bright eyes ticket at the fnac. march 8. yes.
if things go well today, we will be moving in to a new apartment. here is the address:
Cecilia de Cardenas
52 Rue de Courcelles
Paris 75008
France
feel free to send me letters, pictures, luna bars (nutz over chocolate, chai tea, toasted nuts n' cranberry, chocolate pecan pie!), cloves, autographs of the rock, illegal dvds, cds, what the french call chite(haha), and gum. orbit. i miss.
next week's endeavor, find a school to go to. that should be fun.
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[15 Feb 2005|08:01pm] |
well, sophi is stranding me here, still homeless, and now i don't know what to do. i don't know any instruments i could play in the metro for money. i look bad in a can-can dress.
i'm screwed.
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[13 Feb 2005|11:13am] |
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in paris. we went looking at apartments yesterday, three to be exact. all of them deserved a big fat X painted on their walls. we can't do unfurnished, high rents, or apartments situated in the projects.
on a good note, we did get our phones. someone told us about this guy that unlocks your phone's GSM network so that you can stick any SIM card in there from any country. so i did that. i'm using my phone and it now has a french phone number. i get free incoming calls from anywhere, so yes, that is a plus.
i gotta go. internet is crappy. must. find. apartment. au revoir.
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we go back to paris tomorrow. we are enjoying our last showers with hot water and the ability to lounge about in a large room and drink wine as if it was from the very teet of venus. we will miss the freedom we have to do drunken yoga and make handstands against the window, hoping our neighbors across the street are spying.
i have become smitten with the man behind the counter at this internet cafe. he has expertise in making espresso.
baci chocolates have a commercial on british tv. an italian man i have named fabrizio narrates, telling the tale of a petite woman that comes in to his cafe everyday, ordering the same thing.
"per favore, un espresso e un baci." then the girl proceeds to sit under the heater, fabrizio turns it on for her, she opens her baci and reads the love note in it.
and then fabrizio goes, "eh-veh-dee day, shee melts-eh my 'eart."
and then one day, fabrizio gives her the baci on the house. when she sits down and goes to read her note, she cannot find it. then fabrizio turns on the heater and about 30 little love notes come showering down on her from the vent.
this sort of commercial was made for hopeless girls like me, so that we can inwardly weep at our loveless lives.
i am digressing.
i want to talk to the guy behind the counter, at least get his name, but i am way too shy. especially around people you get that feeling with. that i-think-i-may-have-met-you-in-a-past-life feeling.
sigh.
i bought my ticket for bright eyes. going to pick up my ticket will be a mission.
i'm going to miss the organic hummus, carrot and sprouts sandwich i have every day from boots. french food scares me. i don't know about stinky fromage.
the few blocks surrounding our hotel reek of ham. every day. it makes my stomach cringe. we asked the man at the hotel lobby what the smell was. he said it was from the brewery. i drink my beer now and wonder if it actually is suitable for vegetarians.
i will write from paris. au revoir.
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[06 Feb 2005|06:16pm] |
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okay then. currently i am in edinburgh, scotland. it's been indescribable.
arriving to paris, sophi and i had to take seven seventy-pound suitcases up a very narrow and winding staircase to the sixth floor. it may have taken us an hour. that is counting the half an hour break we took after luggage number four.
that was to get to sophi's friend jenny's apartment. she is also a native miamian, studying art history at the american university of paris. her apartment is located very near to champs-elysee. i went out to try and buy a phone card (no luck in that), and saw the eiffel tower brilliantly lit up, with sparkly shiny lightbulbs and universal studios skylights. despite that view, it hasn't really hit me. this craziness i'm pulling.
the next day, we had to wake up at five in the morning to get to porte maillot through the metro so that we could make the airport shuttle that would be taking us to beauvais. at around 6:20, on the way to the metro, we were approached by some random french dude offering us a ride in his "voiture". we were like hells no. so he ended up following us to the metro, chatting us up the whole way.
"ton francais c'est tres charmant" (your french is very charming.)
he asked us for our phone number. i told him i didn't have one. so he settled for e-mail.
"ton escriture c'est tres jolie." (your handwriting is very cute.)
oh, okay, thanks. i've never gotten hit on at 6:30 in the morning. but i guess that is paris.
we flew straight from paris to glasgow on ryanair, a very irish airline. my flight attendant was a leprechaun. we arrived at glasgow and had to walk about four blocks to the train station that had trains leaving to edinburgh. queen street station.
glasgow is a very neat city. i wish i could stay more. but no, we arrived in edinburgh an hour later and here i am now. so far i have watched a rugby match, had a pint of stella, and been woken up by a very large group of drunken scottish boys singing in the streets.
aye.
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