There is a lot of talking about food in here, I've now noticed. Hmmmm.
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FRIDAY, June 10th
I fell asleep in the bathtub again. (Oops!) But for good reason this time--I'd only had an hour and a half of sleep. I usually enjoy the airport but today was an exception. We stood in line to check in for nearly an hour and a half. My father referred to me as "Susasauras" after seeing my horrible passport picture (poufed pinned back bangs and a ponytail aren't good for a passport picture, you are warned.) although his "Uncle Fester" picture wasn't much better, hahaha. We had about ten minutes until our flight took off, so we literally ran through the security check and up to the gate. The dude there said he was surprised they let us through so late. Oops.
My seat was between Meridith (window) and El Raunchy Head (aisle). E.R.H. (aka Really Skinny Chick Always On Her Cell Phone or Glaring, or Both) never stopped eating, from what I saw. She kept pulling out containers of yogurt from her purse. Who keeps yogurt in their purse, letalone many containers?
We landed in New Jersey at 4:30 p.m. Our flight to Birmingham, England wasnt until 9:50 p.m. Oh my heck! 5 blasted hours in the C concourse of the Neward, New Jersey airport!
I wandered around the various shops for a while after we had lunch in a steak place (I had a club sandwich that had brie on it. Now that was weird. I used to be absolutely closeminded when it came to most food, but I'm getting better. I can now do some onions, rice, peas, an occasional mushroom slice, shrimp, calamari, artichokes, etc.)
I wanted to buy a magazine for the 7 hour flight but I couldn't find any that interested me that I didn't already have at home (Thats what I get for having subscriptions to Vogue, Harper's Bazaar, Lucky, etc.) Instead I laid on the ground with my head on my luggage and slept for over 2 hours, hahaha.
I sat next to my mom and dad and across the aisle from Meridith. I officially hate airplane seats. Ok, well, only the seats ahead of me. It's a wellknown fact, SonnyJim, that theres a secret society of the five...no wait, I meant: It's a wellknown fact that I'm tall, I've got long legs. When I'm sitting in an airplane my knees are up to the pocket on the seat in front of me. Which is fine, I'm used to that. But if the person ahead of me decides to lay their seat back it is Goodbye! to my kneecaps. ("I like to be squooshed") So I spent the ENTIRE 7 hours moving my legs in and out of the aisle--letting people go by, Ugh.
I watched the relationship form between the two people in front of me. Him asking if the seat was taken, her asking if Birmingham was his final destination, them deciding they live about fifteen minutes apart. Hilarious, really. After about the sixth hour she proclaimed, "I like you; yeah, you can phone me." and he entered her number into his cell. It was so cheesy that I would've stopped listening if it weren't for their awesome accents.
I fell asleep a few times, but not for ver long each time. I was squished and bored. I turned on The Beauty & The Beast soundtrack on my iPod and just snuggled ("Oo, you want to schnuggle?") with my index card size pillow.
They showed both "Maid in Manhatten" and an episode of "Joey"--nice diversions from staring at the lumpy bald head of the black guy ahead of me, haha.
SATURDAY
As we were getting off the plane in Birmingham a dude made an announcement about connecting flights. He was in a great suit, had awesome hair, and a sexy British accent. I turned to Meridith, "I have two words for you: Raw-ar!"
After getting my passport stamped (SWEET!) we went out front to get a taxi. Meridith realized she'd left her purse in the bathroom so we had to wait twenty years for the security people found someon who could go back in to get it.
We took the coolest taxi (a huge backseat with two fold-down-able seats facing backwards) to our hotel, where my new boyfriend, Andrew Dear, a Gemini, checked us in. Sure, he was pretty short, skinny, and his suit was WAY too big for him, but Dang Gina! he's got the raddest hair! He has totally got to be metro with how much time and product that hairstyle needs. Short, comb-swept bangs, spiked up and out all over, then longer and comb-flipped almost mullet-like bottom of the back. Strange, but it worked for him.
After locking our luggage in the Porter's closet we walked down a few streets to a mall. My dad bought some cherry scones and ginger beer. After walking around there for a while and walking to the church downt he street just to see where it was (?!?) we went to lunch in a cafeteria-style restaurant in one of the stores. I asked the dude for asalad and after dishing it up he said something I couldn
t undertand. I said, "What?" he said something that sounded like "yowamasaw?" HUH?! Meridith said, "You want Ranch, huh?" I was like, "Huh? Dressing? What?" Mer told the girl Ranch. Everyone was looking really confused. The girl said something to the dude and he dished up some coleslaw. OH! Hahaha. I'm catching about every third word people say around here, hahaha.
We went back to our hotel and got our bags from the Porter's closet and found our rooms. Meridith and I shared room 186, which had twin beds pushed together--random, but fun. It enabled us to sleep next to eachother without the risk of Mer kicking me because of the sheets being tucked in. The bathroom was darling; it had a large window, which I'm not used to seeing in hotels. The bathtub was deep and long, but really really skinny. An odd shape, really.
We were exhausted so we were going to just hang out in our hotel rooms for a few hours. Mer about fell on the ground laughing when she came out of the bathroom to find me lying on the bed in my underwear watching TV. (and she is absolutely shocked I just wrote that.)
We both fell asleep watching some Jimmy Stewart movie. My parents woke us up around 9 to go to dinner. We went to this Italian restaurant called Tiggis. Meridith and I both ordered a lasagna-like ravioli dish (that sounds contradicting, but its true.) Everyone's accents were really hard to understand. Especially the Italians. Oh my goodness; I caught about every fifth or sixth word! It was so hard! We had two cute waiters but one looked too much like Shia LeBouf and the other looked too much like a guy in my ward named Chad; who was also Meridith's orchestra teacher.
Our waitress, Kathryne (I don't know her spelling, but that is Emma Katie's), came over right as we were ready to leave and asked us questions--where we are from, where we're staying, how long we'll be here, how old we are, etc. She then wrote her phone number down and said, "if you get bored and want to hang out or something." She was really sweet.
After dinner we went back to the hotel. Mer and I stayed up watching a movie about con men starring Charles Townsend (aka Charlize Theron's boyfriend), Kate Beckinsale (with a horrible, horrible haircut), and the guy who played Robin Williams' son in "The Birdcage." It was pretty cool, I liked it.
SUNDAY
We woke up at 7:30, to a really loud alarm on the TV Meridith had set. I wore my black & white striped knee-length skirt, a pink stretch tank top, and my black track-style jacket with pink flip flops.
We had breakfast in the hotel restaurant, which was a lot of fun. They had a buffet of "traditional English breakfast" which includes sausages, eggs, fried tomatoes, fruit, mushrooms, hash browns, and baked beans. A totally random mix of foods in my opinion.
President Gerald Lund (who wrote The Work and the Glory series) picked us up in one of the church's vans at 9:45. We went to the Solihull ward. The accents were really hard to understand--you had to pay close attention; any daydreaming and everything sounded like gibberish.
It's funny being from Utah and traveling because whereever I to church (be it San Francisco to Germany) everyone knows Northern Utah well.
After church Bro. Lund (who I am not allowed to call "G-Dawg" despite my pleading with my father) dropped us off at our hotel so we could change clothes then took us to his house. We had mashed potatoes, roast, salad, carrots, rolls, brownies, and ice cream. (I opted out on the last two...and the carrots.)
I was a bit nervous and a lot not excited (that can't be grammatically correct, but oh well) to spend a few days with Lynn & Gerry Lund; the idea of having to play polite with a couple of my parents friends did not sound enjoyable. I was more than pleasantly surprised to find them a blast to be with.
After dinner we hopped in the van and set off to see some sights. This marked where I found out I get really carsick. Though not to the point of throwing up; just wishing I would, as to make the nausea go away.
We stopped in Chatburn and Downham to see where Heber C. Kimball preached and the tithing barn there. We stopped at a blacksmith's shop where the barn had been transformed into the mens bathroom. Lynn was excited to show it to us because she thinks its hilarioius, hahaha.
Then we went to a huge old chuch where we took many pictures in the rain. After that we drove to the Preston, England temple, where we, again, took many pictures in the rain. We drove through Preston and saw the house President Hinckley lived in on his mission--a little white house on a corner.
As my only relief to carsickness, I slept the entire hour and a half drive back to Solihull. My parents and Meridith went to dinner but I still wasn't feeling well so I went straight to bed--not waking up til 8 the next morning.
MONDAY
The Lunds picked us up around 9:30. We headed out to the city of Warwick to visit Warwick Castle. (Warwick Castle in Warwick, Warwickshire, England, hahaha)
Lynn is camera happy, hahahaha. She was constantly telling Meridith and me to pose with this, stand there, Smile! Hilarious lady, really.
At the front gates of Warwick Castle there were two hooded figures in black cloaks. Lynn explained that there are many wax figures throughout the castle. She told us to pose with this deathly figure so she could get a picture. I told Lynn about my phobia of things in costume ("Dude, I'm scared of Chuck E. Cheese.") and I refused to pose with it. My mom walked up and looked under the hood and said, "Yeah, it's just wax." and as we stood there refusing to pose with it the very much NOT "just wax" deathly figure came toward us. My mom screamed, Meridith was freaked out, I jumped then bust up laughing. Lynn was cracking up because she knew it was a real person the entire time. Mer kept saying, "Now I can't trust you, that was just MEAN!"
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We took the Chunnel (train through the tunnel under the Channel) to France. I carried a notepad with me everyday and occasional wrote journal-ly things, wich I'll add here:
TUESDAY
Seeing the world through rose-colored glasses.
I'm sitting on a bench looking at the Eiffel Tower. It makes me feel like "Sabrina." Although I doubt I'll return revamped. ("It's the hair." "To say the least.") I need to rewatch that movie because I'm not sure why she loved this place so incredibly much. Maybe because I don't understand the people and can't read anything. That in itself is enough to make me not like a place. The Eiffel Tower is gorgeous, though. And huge.
At a café on the streets of Paris. (Near Republic Stalingrad & Forum de Halles.) Finally some real sizes of glasses! 16 ounces of Orangina rather than the tiny almost shot glasses in London. The menu is pretty blah. Little English subtitles under each dish entry. Nothing too appetizing. An entire page of desserts though, :) I'm getting spaghetti bolognaise (so is Mer), not too French, I suppose, but snails and cheese isn't exactly my idea of real food, hahaha! Oooo, on to my second soda. There are no free refills in Europe so I have to kick my 11 sodas a sitting habit when I come here. Orangina is a sort of carbonated orange juice (with pulp), its good. I'm totally craving fries...they sound really good. (Pomme Frites)
Meal is over! The spaghetti was good, but I shouldve gotten what my dad did--ribeye steak and fries! Hahaha. My mom got a sald with tuna, anchovies, beets, etc--NO THANKS!
Our waiter is funny. He stood by our table staring at Meridith's plate until she continued finishing off her spaghetti, haha. My mom asked if he could tell us how to get to some random store she wasnted. He said no. Hahaha! Then he said, "I can, but I don't want to." HAHAHA! All in his think French accent. His name is Richard, he is totally hysterical.
I got Creme Brulee (for Audrey, :) ) My dad got a trio of sorbets (black current, raspberry, and peach), and Mom got an upsidedown apple torte. Unbeknownst to us, the torte has a wine poured all over the plate, soaking the crust. Ooo, my first taste of wine--Nasty stuff, haha. The innards of the apple torte were devoured quite quickly, haha. My first real creme brulee (besides a taste of The Honeyman's at my birthday dinner at Grappa in Park City last summer) was good. Not my favorite dessert (I'm a texture girl and squishy & hot isn't exactly my fave) by any means, but still good.
WEDNESDAY
Standing in line at the Louvre. Really really long line. Old dude way too close to me, talking in Spanish? on his cell phone in my right ear. Take a step back, Sir! Maybe it's Italian. I don't know. Whatever it is, it's loud and annoying.
I don't like the clothes that I'm wearing today. Poufy pants and a tight shirt only emphasizes all of the bad. Oh well; thats just what I get for being chunky. At least I have my cute new bag to appease me. :) I got it at Harrod's in London. It's faint pink with 50's style decor of a girl in a pink polkadot dress w/ a black poodle on a leash, blush compacts, lipstick tubes, brushes, pink bows, and little Harrods bags all over it. It was about $28 (14.99 Pounds).
The line is moving a bit. I've sat down on a bench on the side of the building. Yucky annoying old guy who was in line in front of me (not annoying old guy who was behind me) and kept smiling at me has just come out of line and sat by me here. ICK! What is it with me and old foreign guys? (Like that old Mexican in the Smiths parking lot who kept asking "hey girl, where you from?" then followed me in his car. ICK.)
Back in line. In the hot, hot sun. ("How bizarre, how bizarre") Yeah, I'm a complainer. I don't like all these strangers in such close vicinity, looking me up and down. They're as bad as Utahns, if not worse! Old dude just smiled at me again...ew.
Just saw the Mona Lisa. There was a huge crowd so we didn't get too close. I took a picture of Mer w/ the Mona Lisa in the backround, then I told Mer to just buy a postcard rather than waiting in the crowd to take a picture of it. My mom and dad are off together and Mer and me are together. :) We can't read any of the signs by the paintings so it's going pretty quickly. This place is huge. It would probably take a few days to see everything--especially if you could read the signs.
I'm getting sick. (Wow, this has been really complainy, I don't mean to be.) I've had chronic tonsilitis for a few years now; meaning my tonils are always inflamed, but how much depends on the day. For the past few days my throat has been all messed up, which affects everything else. I've been really dizzy and get really exhausted quite fast because of it. Which really isn't good when I'm out in the hot sun walking EVERYWHERE.
Mer's getting bugged that I'm sitting here so I'm off to the upper floor to see French statues. Woohoo.
At lunch at a café down the street from the river (that runs parallel to the Louvre.) The waiter is kind of fun. He's pretty toothless, which makes him funny enough for me! I've ordered chicken and fries, although I'm not really sure what form of chicken that entails. (Meridith just said- "My throat hurst like I've been smoking." hahaha, she's a nut.) Oh, baked chicken. A leg and a thigh? Not exactly my favorite; I suck at getting the meat off the bone, haha. Mer got a ham & cheese sandwich with a fried egg on top (those crazy Frenchies), my dad got quiche lorraine (which he didn't really enjoy), and my mom got the special of 2 sausages, mashed potatoes, and salad.
We walked down the street to the Orsay Museum (Musée d'Orsay); which is where I am now sitting on a funky bench that runs the entire length of the wall. This is an art museum. (I just got yapped at to keep my feet off the bench in French. Ugh. I was only sitting Indian-style! [thats not PC, is it? Cross-legged? Is that better?]) I'm not really into art; especially after having just gone through the blasted Louvre for two hours!!! So I am annoying Meridith by sitting here :D You see 45 statues of naked women, you've seen them all. I think the only interesting one was Venus.
The lady next to me has had her barefeet on the bench for about 10 minutes and they haven't cared! Haha, someone just came and got after her about it. I think they only told her to put her shoes on, though--what I picked up with my extensive French vocabulary, ha! Meridith came back, got annoyed again, then left. (Mer- "Its not fun to go alone." Me- "Its not fun to go at all.")
This trip has been pretty fun. A lot of walking (blech) and getting shushed every single time I giggle semi-loudly (ugh!) And I'm really not good with other languages; I get frustrated pretty easily. I like to understand what is going on--so sue me.
I think...no, I know my favorite parts of the trip were Guys & Dolls (EWAN MCGREGOR!!!) and Mary Poppins, with Warwick Castle and Tintern Abbey coming in a close second.
Seeing all these sites makes me want to be all touristy in Utah. I haven't gone up to Salt Lake for reasons other than shopping and the airport in a long time. I want to do cheesy touristy stuff around SLC. :)
Well, I'm in Paris. That's not really something I thought I'd say for quite a while. I like it, just the fact that I'm here. Gee-- France, England, Wales, Austria, Germany, the Brussels Belgium airport, most of the US states including Hawaii 3 times---I'm a pretty well-traveled gal for not even being 21 yet. I enjoy it. :) I get excited when I get a new stamp in my passport (regardless of the dinosaur-esque "Susasauraus" picture.)
Where am I? Oh yeah...Post Impressionism. The Orsay Museum. Meridith has come back and is semi-paitiently waiting for me to say I'll come with her. On to more naked pictures!
At dinner at a small restaurant down the street from our hotel on Rue de Cadet (Cadet Road.) It's cute and everything, but not a lick of English anywhere. I have no idea what I'm doing and I absolutely hate it. I ordered filet mignon and creme brulee merely because those are the only French foods I recognize! It frustrates the heck out of me. I can't hold back the tears as I stumble around this thing. I have a hard enough time with English menus! (Oh the many times I was mocked for it in Hawaii.) Ugh. I want to go home. I'm absolutely done with walking around a hot city not understanding a word of what anyone is saying nor any of the signs. Give me my Utah. Only three more days and I will be back in my bed twice the size and fifty times the comfort of my little Parisian hide-a-bed.
My parents are oohing and ahhing over their respective dishes of grilled asparagus and grilled zuchini in balsamic vinegar. No thanks. I'm a spoiled brat, I'm well aware. But I'd rather hit the McDonalds down the street than 3 course gibberish. Ugh. No, it's fine, I'm just frustrated.
Hahaha, we have some random dinner table conversations:
Sus: "Whenever anyone does anything and I try to say thank you I have four languages run through my head before I can figure out what to say."
Dad: "Four lanuages? Italian?"
Sus: "Yes. Italian, Polish, Somalian, then English, and then I get all confused."
(actual-- English: Thanks! German: Danke! Spanish: Gracias! then finally I get around to the Frenchie: Merci!)
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Mom: "You should be a stewardess."
Sus: "Nah, I hate people--especially at extreme heights."
Our little filet mignons (everyone ordered it) were pretty good. On to the creme brulee trio. Looks like original, vanilla bean, and chocolate. Yeah, still not a favorite. I like the sugar top, however, Hahahaha! I'm not really a custard-like texture fan. Oh well, I'm in Paris, can't have a cheeseburger or anything (contrary to last nights McDonalds run) I have to have French food while in France, says my parents. French toast? French fries? Things I can handle. Snails and moldy cheese, however... Well, back to the hotel to sleep a bit before our 5 a.m. wakeup (we're going to Normandy.)
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SATURDAY
I'm sitting in the A42 terminal of the Paris Charles de Gaulle (sp?) Airport. It is 11:05 (3:05 a.m. Utah time; having a nice sleep?) and my plane to New Jersey doesn't leave until nearly 2. I have been left to watch the luggage as Meridith and my parents are off in the bookshop. I am waiting for them to switch me so I can continue my never-ending pursuit of European candybars to bring home for everyone. But alas, I procrastinated as usual, and can't find any of the cool ones I saw earlier this week. I wanted to get this cool Nutella thingy for AJ and Aaron, but it was 4 Euros and I didn't have my mula with me. Blast. Everything is pretty expensive with the exchange rate. Its about a buck & a half for every Euro, so candy bars end up being around 2 to 3 dollars.
Culture Club's "Karma Chameleon" is playing on my iPod. What a random song.
It's weird that I'm leaving Paris today because the first week seemed to take forever, but the Paris week seemed super fast. I just wished I'd've run into Marg Helgenberger! She reminds me of my best friend, Sarah. I don't know if it's just because Sarah loves Marg's hair, the many hours of CSI we've watched together, or what, but she totally does.
My slug hurts. (My pinky that I hyperextended a few weeks ago. I dubbed it my slug because that is what it resembles while its still swollen.) I think I've bent him too much today, carrying luggage and such. I'm supposed to let him heal 6 weeks. It's been almost 4? Oh well, maybe he'll just be messed up for the rest of my life. That'd suck, actually. I really don't like my screwed up middle finger (that I jammed spiking a volleyball, thats what I get for being athletic!) so having my slug like that too would be completely blah.
A dude, probably in his 40s, a few rows down is playing Beastie Boys' "Right to Party" on his laptop. Its the first English I've heard outside of my family for a few hours. I started laughing (typical) and he looked over and smiled.
I'm listening to the West Side Story soundtrack (my ecclectic tastes in music), it's the Broadway version, which is cool and everything, but I like the movie version better. I have a favorite Jet. He is the blonde who is kind of 3rd in line in the Jet heirarchy. He's the one who sings the line "little boy you're a man, little man you're a king" in the Jet Song, and "Cool Boy" is his lil solo after Russ Tamblyn's character (who I totally just forgot his name) gets killed. What was my point? ...oh yeah. My favorite jet is only in the movie, so I don't like this Broadway CD as much.
Hahaha, Meridith and I were sharing headphones listening to the 1776 soundtrack on the way to Paris from Normandy. We were both having a hard time not singing along, hahaha. What a weird family I have, hehe. I don't know anyone else who, when told to turn to the right, would burst into song with "To the right! Ever to right. Never to the left! Forever to the right." --a song about staying on the political right on issues. Haha, we're nuts. But being nuts is fun.
Oh Ewan McGregor! I can't be happy with my Peter Gallagher (Sandy [the dad] Cohen on The O.C.) version soundtrack of Guys & Dolls now that I've seen Ewan play the same role. I just love his Sky Masterson so much more. "Obidiah!" Oh he's darling. It would've been cooler to meet him, hehehe. "You're ObiWan!" (I've said that about fifty times this week, haha.)
Only two more hours until we board, woohoo. I wish I hadn;'t slept so much last night so I could sleep right now. Hahaha.
My bag is so cute, but I think I shouldve gotten the actual purse verison. It had a metal handle and a cute metal clasp. Mine is merely a bag. Oh well, its cute nonetheless and it was the cheaper of the two.
My Sprite bottle fell on the ground about twenty minutes ago, hahaha. I didn't do anything about it then I forgot about it completely. I only just remembered because I kicked it. Haha! It's way too sugary for me. I'm so used to diet soda now. Haha. but when I get home I have to go off carbonation again. That's the only way my mother will pay for me to get my wisdom teeth removed. She makes random threats like that all the time. I have to get a tonsilectomy as well. ("Ah, tonsil implants, eh? You know guys don't care if they're real or not." -Aaron Ray) Two freaky surgeries in a short time. Blech.
We look to be almost halfway to New Jersey--only 4 hours left in my 7 1/2 hour flight. There's a lot of room (no squished knees even though the chick in front of me shoved her seat back first thing) and there are personal screens on the back of the seats and a cool remote. I've watched The Wedding Date, Will & Grace, The Practice, Joey, 2 1/2 Men, What I Like About You, and the last half of Extreme Makeover:Home Edition. There are ten channels and a bunch of games. Mer keeps playing solitaire on hers. I'm sitting next to Mer with my Mom and Dad across the aisle. now this is the way to fly.
One month til my birthday. :) I'll be 21-years-old. I accept most major credit cards. It's weird to me to be turning 21--it always seemed so adult when I was little. Both of my older sisters and my mom (as well as most of my sisters-in-law, I think) were married at 21. Weird. I asked my mom why I haven't recieved the "we would like you to bring a special someone" talk for next summers Caribbean cruie, like Deborah and Clarke got for Hawaii. She said because I don't need it because I'm not ready for it (so what are you saying, Mom? That I'm not social? That I don't date? That I avoid guys? That I...oh wait...) and "25 sounds like a good age for you." Thats like 35 in Utah County years, hahahaha!
Oooo, I'm excited for the cruise (even if I am [the cooler] half of the Susannah/Meridith couple...as usual.) My parents are nuts. They are wanting to go to [Brazil with Aaron & Richard this fall,] the Phillipines with Clarke, Hawaii in April, and then the cruise in June. Yeah...I'd better not get married in the next two years, hahaha, or I may not be able to have my huge party and I will end up with dinner mints and Sparkle in the cultural hall. Hahaha.
I'm excited for the cruise, though, because I've never been to the Caribbean, and because it is the only trip all of my siblings take together. All 14 of us don't have many (any) opportunities to get together without the little kids--its when everyone get to take off their parent hats and just have fun; it's a blast.
I keep singing "Something Good" (from Sound of Music, "Nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could. Oh somewhere in my youth or childhood I must have done something good.") in Meridith's ear while she's trying to listen to the radio and play Hangman. Hahaha! She keeps batting at me. She really shouldn't; it only encourages me. :) If she ignored me I'd get louder, then bored and I'd switch songs, then I'd give up altogether. Hahaha, it's fn to have a little sister to annoy.
I think my iPod is idiotic. he keeps doing weird things like scan the song when I mess with the volume (not scan the songs when I click the button and then mess with the scroll, because I know it does thatm, haha. I mean it stumbles through the song playing at the moment sometimes when I try to change the volume) and other random things. Weirdo.
Well, just less than 3 hours til New Jersey (then 4 hours to Utah!) I'm listening to Duncan Sheik (the Daylight album) on my iPod and watching something on the Blue Man Group...oh it's over. Now I'm watching Fashion Police on my lil personal screen. Debra Messing has great hair. I'm such a little fashion nerd. I was wearing a Narciso Rodriguez (the designer who created the white, black trimmed dress than Sarah Jessica Parker wore to the premiere of Sex and the City while she was pregant) ribbon in my hair the other day while walking around Paris (I got it in London) and I giggled ever time I remembered I had it there. :)
I'm watching a special on TrimSpa X32 and wearing my Chubby Girl Brigade shirt; how appropriate. It's been over two months since I was disciplined with my ...not diet, lifestyle I guess. I have new goals. Well, not new...revamped? Nah, just a new conviction to follow them. They include: * go to sleep before midnight (oh how I'll miss my 1 a.m. Oprah reruns) * hit at least 1200 calories, not over 1500 * 64 oz of water daily * workout at 7 a.m. and after work * out to restaraunts once a week or less * have breakfast.
I'm going to try very hard to stick to this, but I fall prey to peer pressure easily. ("Hey, Susannah, wanna go out to lunch?" Oh, OK!)
Mer is laying on my shoulder as we listen to the 1776 soundtrack (we have a dual headphone splitter thingy) and try not to sing aloud. ("Here a Lee, there a Lee, everywhere a Lee alee") There's nothing fun on our TVs and I'm bored. It is 11:35 a.m. Utah time. I won't get home until after 10, probably closer to 11. Ugh. It is 7:35 Paris time and I'm starting to feel it. I fell asleep before 10 most nights (shocking, I know) and as early as 7 something a few times. I'm gonna be so jetlagged.
Only 2 hours til Newark, New Jersey, woohoo. Mer is laying on my tray table...random, I know. Hahaha.
I probably won't get to go back to Europe for quite a while. Since I'm hoping to move out this fall so I won't be eligible to go with my parents (haha, they take those living at home with them) and I won't have anywhere near enough money to take myself for a long time. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. Lots of walking, famous sites, naked statues, bread, and strange foreign men WAY too close to me ("Quick. I love you, kiss me." - Eric, our waiter)
Hopefully I'll be able to do some U.S. traveling instead. I want to go back to DC like last January with Amanda and The Honeyman. And I want to go to San Francisco to see "Wicked" this November. And of course I want to go to St. George to see Aaron in Les Mis, and to Cedar City to see some shows at the Utah Shakespearean Festival. Mer and I have two favorite U.S.F actors and we're excited that they've returned this year. :) (one of which was in 1776...maybe thats why we love this soundtrack so much, hahaha) We're such theater nerds, haha.
Hello, Sir, welcome to my personal bubble--I live here. Whoa, take a step back, dude. (There's an old guy using me as his cane as he walks past me.)
One hour! One hour!
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