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Friday, January 26, 2007

The truth can be funny

I have to admit that sometimes Ann Coulter can be pretty funny, even if she can also be pretty offensive. But her latest article is just priceless:

Girl-power feminists who got where they are by marrying men with money or power -- Hillary Clinton, Nancy Pelosi, Arianna Huffington and John Kerry -- love to complain about how hard it is for a woman to be taken seriously.

Go read the whole thing.

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Thursday, January 25, 2007

Bonjour, good morning, and all that jazz

So my apartment-mates have discovered that I? Suck at being a girl. The other day Joe and I were in a Sephora looking at this white pencil. His first instinct? To draw on my cheek. My first instinct? To draw on his hand. Then we realized it was a "nail pencil" (huh?) and started coloring on our nails. It didn't look very pretty but neither of us could figure out what the hell a nail pencil is for. (What IS it for?). That was when he concluded that we both make crappy girls.

Also, there are some massive sales going on here in Paris right now (weird Frenchie fact of the day: there is actually an honest-to-God LAW about when French stores can and can't use the word "sale" - they can only use it twice a year when the whole country goes on sale in January and in June) and I desperately need sweaters as I only brought one (and a half if you count the three-quarters sleeve sweater as a half) and it's now literally freezing...but every time I step into the mall or a store I start to feel uncomfortably warm and a little voice in my head starts shrieking "Get me the hell out of here." I've never been one of those girls who loves shopping but I especially hate it when I'm wearing 3 layers of clothing, plus a scarf, hat, gloves and earmuffs - all of which I have to hold while I try to dig through racks of clothing in a very mob-like environment. Shudder.

(I'm parentheses-happy today).

I think I'm supposed to go clubbing again tonight to celebrate Younnes' birthday (who's birthday dinner I already flaked on) but it's so frickin' cold outside and my joints feel like they may just be on the verge of rebelling...plus I was looking at one of my friend's clubbing pictures and I realized that this is another way in which I suck at being a girl. I hate dressing up. I hate putting on makeup. I hate being touched by sweaty strangers. I hate getting hit on (okay, that's a lie, it is a bit flattering, but I still don't like being touched). And in France-land I hate the unrelenting cloud of cigarette smoke and the fact that I have class tomorrow morning (Saturday). Okay, so maybe the last few things don't make me a sucky girl, but I'm under the impression that usually girls like to get all gussied up and spend a night on the town. Me? I'd much rather be at home in some jammy pants ("How do you get into your pj's so fast?" - Joe, after seeing me in pj pants two minutes after getting home from school), rockin' my eyeglasses, hair in a sloppy ponytail, drinking Orangina and watching WWII documentaries. Or Scrubs. Whatever.

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Taping my own mouth shut

There's so much I want to say but so much of it all of it is not politically correct and while normally I wouldn't care, I'm actually a little bit worried about who might stumble across this site and feelings that might get hurt, etc. so I'm just going to keep quiet about it. For now. Until I can't stand it anymore and my head explodes and all the non-PC thoughts just come flowing out uncontrollably. Hopefully it won't be until after May 15th though, because by then I won't care.

In other news it is now freezing in Paris. Literally. It snowed yesterday and I refused to leave the apartment. Today it didn't snow so I went to class. Snow isn't supposed to happen in "real life" only in "vacation life." You know, like when you purposely drive up into the mountains to ski, and thus see snow.

Anyway, I'm going to go before I say things I don't want available on the world wide web (just yet).

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Sunday, January 21, 2007

There's no place like home

I think because of the exhaustion due to last night's debauchary (did I mention I only had one alcoholic drink at the club? I was the nerd with the water bottle for the rest of the night) I'm right on the cusp of letting myself fall into some kind of depression. That, and the fact that it's always dark here. It's dark when we leave for the train station at 8 a.m., it's still semi-dark when we get to school at 9 a.m. and on Thursdays when we don't get back into Paris until after 5pm, well it's dark then too.

I'm trying to remind myself that God has really blessed me in a lot of ways already on this trip to keep myself in pleasant spirits. For one, the weather while gloomy has supposedly been the warmest winter weather in Paris for 50 years. That's really something when I remember to think about it. Sure it's not a California winter, but well, what is?

Although I am for the most part enjoying Paris so far (minus the copious piles of dog poo in the streets) this experience has pretty much convinced me that I probably wouldn't be happy living anywhere except the good ol' USA - and California in particular. Sure there are a lot of hippies and libs and spoiled Hollywood celebs, but it's home and it's a great home and I can't imagine living somewhere else without constantly comparing it to California.

I also think that I'm still a bit jetlagged because I can't say I've had a good solid 8 hours of sleep without the help of a sleeping pill (which I've used on four occasions here so far) since I've arrived. I've been completely unmotivated to do anything remotely scholastic, which means that the notes I slopped down onto a sheet of paper remain barely legible with arrows pointing every which way.

However, it is now 6:30 p.m. and I am completely exhausted so hopefully by 10pm tonight I'll be ready to settle into my first non-drug-induced restful 8+ hour night of sleep. I can hope anyway.

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Casual sex is a con: women aren't just like men.

Great article about the myth of women "shagging like men."

Via The Anchoress


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Last night I partied Parisian style and realized that I am way too old for this.

For those of you who have never partied in France here are a few things you should know:

1. The clubs are virtually deserted before midnight.

2. The trains close at midnight. And don't open again until 5 a.m. You do the math.

3. It is apparently perfectly acceptable for straight men (I think?) to bump and grind on each other. I'm talking penis-on-penis action here.

4. French people love American music but do not know how to dance to it. Even the black French people need some help in the dancing department.

5. Unlike in California where smokers are properly banished into a little pen just outside of the club, Parisians smoke freely indoors. Your throat will hurt. Your hair will reek of other people's cigarettes.

I can't say it wasn't fun, because it was in a way...interesting to say the least. But I don't think my tired old bones can handle another night like that. And neither can my lungs. There was a time not so very long ago when all night raves were my scene, but the last one was two and a half years ago (EDC 2004) and I think that time in my life has passed. The main problem here is the stupid train schedule. If people in Paris don't eat until 8 or 9pm and the clubs don't get started until midnight, then why oh why do the trains close at midnight? That's the French for ya, I guess.


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Saturday, January 20, 2007

This is why I'm trying not to take the whole "wedding planning" thing too seriously

Paul forwarded this to me this morning. Part of me wants to email them back and tell them I'm declaring it "Straight Asian Girl Wedding Day" and too frigging bad, but I think we're going to try and get the next beach over instead (which incidentally was the one we wanted in the first place, except someone else already has a permit for that day and they said they only give one out for each day, but too bad for them because SHE TAKES FULL RESPONSIBILITY so she has to be our bitch now) since I really don't want my wedding guests to spend the whole ceremony checking out the black gay guys prancing about in their rainbow g-strings. I swear. You can't make this stuff up.

This e-mail is being sent to you regarding your application (Permit #xxxxxx) for a wedding at _________ Beach on July 7. I called the phone number listed a few times, but continued to get voicemail and wanted to be sure you received this information as soon as possible.

Beaches and Harbors issues a permit for an annual "Black Gay Pride" event, with approximately 2,000+ people at Point Dume. We were awaiting confirmation of their 2007 date and I had a hold on June 30, but not July 7, as I had presumed it would be held on the earlier date. In hind sight, a hold should have been placed on both dates (6/30 and 7/7), releasing one of them upon confirmation. Since I alone work on this permit, Pamela Miller of my staff was unaware that their date had not been confirmed. We were just advised that the annual "Black Gay Pride" event will be held on July 7, 2007.

We work very hard to ensure that date conflicts do not occur and I must take full responsibility for this unfortunate situation. I am very sorry to send you this information and would like to work with you to schedule another date on this beach or, if possible, the same date on another beach under County control.

Lynn ____________
Head, Permit Section
Department of Beaches and Harbors


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Friday, January 19, 2007

Fake lost in Paris


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There's a lot to say but here are some pictures instead

Two of my roommates (Joe and Punhea) and our French buddy Cedric in the Quartier Latin on my first night in Paris.

The boys with their Nutella crepes.

My roommate Joe enacting how he will think about jumping into the Seine after we get our grades back.

There really is something about the lights of Paris.

Joe being a gargoyle in front of Notre Dame. Can you tell who the character in our apartment is?

This spot marks the center of the city of Paris. We tried to take a picture of the top of our heads as we looked down at it but you can only see our shoes and a little bit of my hair.

Giant chocolate penguins! What more could you want?

I think this is the entrance to the Sorbonne.

Taking pictures in between running after our "Langue and Culture" professor who, as nice as she was, didn't seem to notice we were trying to be tourists.

The French National Assembly.

A little memorial to the end of WWII. Your welcome Frenchies.

The three American boys drinking wine at this great little French-Portuguese restaurant in the 12th arrondisement.

The two American girls (me and Tuwe).


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Sunday, January 14, 2007

First dance?

Why don't you talk about it?
I know there's something on your mind
Well you go on and get a cigarette
I'll be waiting outside
The last few years have been much harder
Than we ever thought they'd be
I know you hate it when I say I'm sorry
But I'm sorry

There was never a point in our love
That I didn't love you
Not a point in our love
I always did
I always will
I always do
Love you still
I always would
How could I not hide?
Just look at us baby
We're kind of perfect

Well sometimes I get all wrapped up
Because I don't know who to be
Well you know when to be my security blanket
And when to uncover me
So let's just sit out on the back porch
And unravel everything
Someday these'll be our old days
Let's make them worth remembering

There was never a point in our love
That I didn't love you
Not a point in our love
I always did
I always will
I always do
Love you still
I always would
How could I not hide?
Just look at us baby
We're kind of perfect

Never planned on
Loving somebody so much
But I've always had pretty good luck baby

I always did
I always will
I always do
Love you still
How could I not hide?
Just look at us baby
We're kind of perfect
We're kind of perfect
We're kind of perfect baby

- Kacy Crowley, Kind of Perfect

I'm almost done with Dr. Laura's latest book, The Proper Care and Feeding of Marriage and I don't know how but somehow this song found it's way onto my playlist (I think it came with my computer or something because I know for a fact I never downloaded it). This song reminded me of one of the key themes in her book, which is that marriage is really about the hard times and loving each other through them. This is not what most people think of when they think of marriage. We tend to think about the good times, the happy times, but all of those are a given. The good days are not what marriage is about because those are the days when it's easy to love your spouse. Marriage is about enduring through the bad times, the times when you hate the person almost as much as you love them. There is something amazing about the ability to persistently love someone even when you feel knocked flat on your back by that other person.

I think it's really important to remember this when you're thinking about getting married and I've promised myself that anytime I get angry with Paul I will think about three things I love about him before opening my mouth.

Anyway, I thought this might be a good first dance song even though it's not a completely happy lovey-dovey song, precisely because it isn't one of those songs that makes love into a fairy-tale. I think that is one of the biggest reasons for all the divorce nowadays - people think marriage is supposed to be easy and make your life perfect and that the other person will automatically know and fill all your needs. Marriage is about giving of yourself and sacrificing to make the other person happy because they will do the same for you. That is what makes a marriage kind of perfect.


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Friday, January 12, 2007

And it was good.

I should have something to say but for some reason I don't really feel like I do. Two posts back I was complaining like all hell about *having* to come to Paris and I just wanted to say I really appreciate the supportive comments from you guys. I know that you're right, especially about this being a time for me to learn to depend on the Lord first and foremost.

I know that I use Paul as a crutch sometimes because he is right there and tangible and sometimes you just want that physical person to depend on. This is actually something I was thinking about on the plane-ride over - I know that God meant for me to come here, and He doesn't do things without reason so there must be a lesson for me in Paris. I have at least enough faith in Him to believe that. I think it's myself I have the least faith in.

Sometimes I'm not sure why I am so painfully insecure. It doesn't matter how well I did last semester, I'm afraid that somehow I just won't be able to cut it here, that everyone else is smarter than me and I will go home a failure. I'm afraid I won't be able to find a job or an internship. I'm afraid that I won't be able to handle the commute. I don't know why I repeat conversations from earlier in the day over and over in my head at night, searching for clues as to whether or not I said anything anyone could find rude or offensive and make them not like me. I really don't know why I do that.

There was a point in my life when I looked in the mirror and I really hated that person staring back at me. There was definitely a time when the only person I really couldn't stand and could never get away from was myself. I'm much better now, I can tolerate myself for long periods of time and sometimes I even love the person I'm becoming. It's weird because you'd think that a person who is so opinionated and stubborn would be pretty sure of herself, but somehow I manage to be a walking contradiction in almost everything I say, do and feel. I don't even know if that makes sense, but it does to me.

As you can tell from my last post though, I'm doing okay. Maybe better than okay. I miss America but France is treating me well.

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Thursday, January 11, 2007


Hello everyone, don't worry the French haven't killed me yet. In fact, they've been quite nice and hospitable and have been taking excellent care of me. I've discovered that the French aren't rude, they just communicate differently than we Americans. They're also not quite the lefties I thought they would be and I had a sane, reasonable discussion with one of my French friends about the Iraq war even though he's totally against it and I'm obviously support it. It was really quite amazing.

The weather is much better than I was expecting but it's starting to get colder which is not making me a happy camper. I have lots of pictures and stuff but I'm tired and it's late so I'll have to write more later when I have some energy. Sorry y'all (as though you even care =P).


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Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Um, hey.

So, yeah, I lied about the actually writing about something. I'm back to whine about how I don't want to go to France anymore because leaving! California! Is! Scary! Waaaaaaaah!

I mean what was I thinking? I? Am a homebody. A HOMEbody, people! I hate going to the grocery store because the bright lights and crowds make me dizzy and tired and I usually need a nap afterwards. Why am I going to France? And in the winter?

I know that this is supposed to be "no big deal" because a lot of people study abroad for a few months during college and everyone comes home talking about how great it was. But. I don't know. It just feels like a big deal to me for some reason. Suddenly four and a half months sounds like an eternity. Which, I know, it's not.

I guess I'm just afraid I'm not as strong as most people. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Suddenly the thought of being away from all my support systems is really upsetting and I'm homesick before I've even left. Aren't I supposed to be excited or something?


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