Well, duh...

Your Inner European is French!

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Paris, Oh Paris...

Screw that shit--all that ever came of that was that I had cool ideas which never came to pass because they were stuck in my brain. Dave is fully supportive of the Paris '06 plan and Kate, Sabrina, Theresa, Theresa, Amy and a bunch of others have listened to me babble about it for weeks now. So I think I'll just blab about it all over town until you are all so sick of me you want to shove dirty socks in my mouth just to shut me up.

I fully intend to travel to Paris next spring (or summer depending on various factors) to study French for ONE MONTH. I started saving last August figuring that would give me plenty of time--I'll need all the time I can get, because we all know how shit tends to break/need replacing right when you have finally reached a comfort level in your checking account! At first the plan was simple. I read about a school, it seemed great and housing was even included. Then I started to research the idea to death, as only I can do. My god--there are so many options! I don't know which school to choose at this point or if I even want to live in an apartment by myself. What about a homestay? Four weeks with a Parisian family (or elderly citizen who has an extra room)? What about a dorm? I haven't lived in a dorm since 1995 and let me tell you--there was a reason I only lasted there until sophomore year! I spoke with someone tonight who said her homestay in Italy was pretty crappy. The vision of sitting around the dinner table chatting with her new "family" just wasn't going to happen. Things to think about. In the meantime I'm going to keep checking out the photos of that cute little studio around the corner from St. Germain des Pres... (yeah, I know there is an accent there, but Dave is asleep and he's the helpdesk in this place--what? you think I know how to do this crap on my own?) and sending away for every brochure to every language school in Paris. PARIS.

By the way, I've found a really cool school in Avignon if any of you happen to be millionaires and want to blow 1500 Euro a week. Live in a chateau, practice French, drink some wine... Actually if any of you know any millionaires who'd like to send ME there, drop me a line.

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Cocktail, anyone?

Mood Stabilizers? Pretty cool. Mood Stabilizer/Anti-Depressant Cocktail? You rock my fucking world. I don't know if I should be talking about this on the internet, but I'm finally feeling so damn normal that I don't care who knows. Who knew that I didn't have to walk around in such rage all the time? Seriously, some bitch pushed me on the subway the other day and I did not threaten her bodily harm--nor did I dwell on it for half the day. I muttered, "bitch", glared at her so she knew I hated her and then GOT OVER IT! Who knew?

I feel pretty good right now--I really can't remember the last time I felt this good. Like I told Sabrina last week--I feel like the bubble that usually surrounds me and keeps me from feeling a part of the world is gone. It didn't pop, it didn't float away--it kind of dissolved. Big round of applause for modern medicine and lots and lots of therapy.

So now that I'm feeling more the thing--I've got to get back to blogging. I've been finishing some projects. First up is the sweater for Liz's baby, Gus. I finished the sweater and Liz called me two days later to tell me they are moving to Hawaii. I just spent a year knitting a hooded aran sweater for a baby who's moving to Hawaii. The knitting gods can kiss my ass.

Look at how cute these freakin' buttons are!

I also managed to survive the Dysfunctional Theatre Company's production of "Bite" in which I played a crazed Southern Belle who runs away to New York City and ends up working in a "House of Domination" to pay the bills. She was just like me--except for that whole house of domination thing...hot costume though, no?

I also finished knitting some little half glove things to keep my fingers warm in the chilly confines of my cubicle, seamed up a tank top knit in Rowan Summer Tweed that I finished last September, and am in the middle of printing up all the cross stitch charts I was supposed to send to Theresa to send to Norden like, oh, a MONTH ago... Oh and I'm making real progress on Iris (see sidebar)! Alert the media--I'm back!

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