December 2009
2 posts
'ask me why i think you're wonderful', i asked. ...
“You come the evening on the 28th, i’m planning on asking one of my loving friends to take me to pick you up from the airport, then maybe just go straight out, more or less. Unless you’re tired. I mean we can stay in if you’d like to. The 29th we’ll do fun stuff - make my mum love you - hopefull get in a really cold, wet, stormy walk along the beach with scarves and...
and so it’s settled. headed with the brit to the UK for the new year. london on the actual night, and her hometown of portsmouth for the rest of it. i’m stupidly excited, of course. she had wanted to ask me for a bit, but claimed she couldn’t gather up the confidence.
maisie has a friend from home visiting this week - tom, a who seems to be a great guy - and we saw the grafitti exhibit at...
November 2009
18 posts
154€
amount spent on wine, six weeks later. converted, it’s $231. bad?
alright, so i’ve withdrawn a few updates over the past few days. one was a few hundred words that described in considerable detail what’s been going on in le coeur de moi. the next i abandoned after feeling unsure of myself and what was going on. i probably should have sucked it up and wrote.
yet i suppose i’ll provide some form of an update. well, i can say the i’ve...
french classes started this week. found out that i have a work visa, and my ‘return ticket’ isn’t exactly real, but it’s slated for next october, aka never. i feel happy and sane. and me and the brit have properly hit it off. still confused but also sort of ecstatic. more stories once i get my head clear.
idiot. i just blogged this to my other account. ...
coffee and lunch with the brit. arm-in-arm walking that, to me, sort of embodies this great friendship that’s if but slightly complicated with the tensions of something else. not trying to gush or sound serious; it’s just sort of funny. after work, we met friends and saw a few bands trade off songs at quaint little spot. intense canadiens ensued, and a gorgeous walk home with my favorite band...
these streets - crows and broken bottles.
http://dusik-laine.tumblr.com/post/245457232/city-of-broken-bottles
just to note, i had envisioned this blog as an ‘as assorted things happen’ type of project, with no promise of regularity. i chronicle my everyday at my actual blog, dusik-laine.tumblr.com — this one’s just for the dirt. thought i’d mention before accusations of laziness arise.
Watchcigar-in-hand, under the eiffel tower and playing with a cute little curly-haired girl. i can see the future.
let it be known: i have a giant crush on my host mother.
i just counted, and i have sixty-eight eurocents to my name. well, not really, because i have some savings and american cash and a week’s pay owed to me, but i haven’t spent a dime, really, since saturday morning. i mostly mooch off of my family’s food, as i’ve been incarcirated by a freelance project. oh, and i used my card to buy the wine before. and a two-piecer to buy frozen peas on monday...
also: as i came home just now, my other best friends (the six year old twins i watch) are huddled with a friend, lighting a leaf on fire. we wrestle a bit and i take the matches away, and as they run inside to appeal my ’no matches’ rule to their mother, she rolls her eyes and said “don’t ask me why, but pierre (their father) said it’s okay. i know, crazy. thanks...
i’m officially besties with the owner of my favorite local wine shop. really, i need nothing more.
i had asked him if i could do a brief video interview with him for a project i’m working on, and he kindly obliged. we then chatted a bit, and i think he no longer finds me to be an annoyance (like every other time i’d stopped in and stayed too long, carefully making the decision...
might have forgotten to report that per an experience at my farewell fete, emily’s new boyfriend kind of sucks. didn’t take up a personal offering of dad’s chocolates, and made no attempt at even miniscule talk. also happens to be assumedly be copulating with emily in the present, which is a factor that always sort of knocks off a few points in my book. xoxo, an ox.
stayed up until five this morning recording my own lo-fi version of ‘slow show’. i just kept singing and drumming and humming, playing it back, and recording over it. ten to a dozen layers of me doing and saying different things. there’s car noises from when i was walking home, and the sound of me refilling my wine glass. sufficiently ‘the national’-ish, though i...
aforementioned girl, cute and british and a tad younger than me, invited me out with her friends that night. later on in the evening, she kissed me near the DJ booth and we both kind of blissfully acted like no one was there. same goes for again, on the street later on, in the rain, half-assedly looking for cabs. i slept on her floor that night and we sort of fell asleep holding hands. kissed...
had coffee at a cute cafe in republique with a girl i met after stumbling across her tumblr and clumsily seeing if she wanted to get said coffee. it went well, though i was my typically awkward self. xoxogg.
i have spent 75€ ($112.50) thus far on wine. no one else drank any. i don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. xoxogossipgarçon