July 2007 Archives

is it wrong of me to threaten a student that i will not, under any circumstances, give him/her his/grade until s/h tells their best friend that s/he has been madly in love with him/her for years (and the feeling is mutual... they talk on the phone)...???

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is it wrong of me to listen in on a conversation while having lunch:

her: just because i fu¢ked him, you can't keep me from seeing him.
later in the conversation...
him: i did not hit on her.  i didn't even talk to the blond.
her: no, but when i went to the bathroom, i saw you get the brunettes phone number and the blond told me you come here often.
him to the waitress: was i here last night?
waitress: yeah, i think i saw you.
later in the conversation...
him: i may go take a walk for ten minutes
her: no, because you want to go chat up that girl over there...

best conversation ever.

listen up girls.  i had to create a new category for this flippin post.  i know you are all cute and sh!t in your little miniskirt... and you think that little dress that is shorter than short is adorable.

but...

nothing says slutty american girl like the way you dress in paris.  now, i know it is acceptable to dress that way at home, but here, in paris, you are being judged brutally by everyone and i cannot take it anymore.  put on a fu¢king pair of pants underneath that long shirt (it is not a short dress!!!) and that miniskirt is to be worn over leggings or pants... i do not want to see your panties!!!

my dear cider,

it is not everyday that i get to spend quality time with you.  my love affair with you is usually while i am in france when i know i can be with you as often as i want.  and although i do not get to feel you tickle me while i drink your bubbly nature every day, i often think of you.

you are refreshing and light and fun yet intoxicating.  you are better than a beer but more casual and friendly than a champagne.  you are clearly the perfect drink for that moment when i want to sit back and relax and have a conversation with friends. 

why i don't spend more time with you, i am not sure.  it could be because that would make me an alcoholic and i do not want to be that kind of girl with you.  that is why i think we should keep our relationship casual.  that, and i am a married woman after all...

forever yours,
jeorg

i must say, i love cough syrup.  how can one little spoonful of something that tastes like vanilla make you feel so, what's the word i am looking for, drunk and happy and warm and fuzzy.  there has to be a word for that in the english language.  why doesn't that word exist???  without it, i don't think the language will be able to continue!!! 

it could be the cough syrup talking.

aside from a new pair of shoes, i have to admit that utter joy is seeing that guy breakout into full lip-sync of bryan adams "i will be right here waiting for you."  dude totally owned it.

i rock.  so after a week of coughing i decided to go to the doctor today.  the french doctor.  i love me some french medical system.  really i do.

so, here's the thing.  i knew what i had before he said it.  i cough when i lie down.  my chest hurts in the right spot.  it feels funky.  it tastes funky.  ah yes.  i have itis of the bronch.  yep.  that's me.  the girl who got informed that not only does she have bronchitis but she has a "good bronchitis."

now i love that the adjective "good" apparently applies to my bronchitis.  and yet, when he said it, there was nothing "good" about the tone of his voice.  nor was there anything "good" about the way he shook his head.  nor is there anything particularly "good" about having to be on an antibiotic for 6 days. 

what "good" can come of this?  he said i should stop coughing by saturday.  hooray!!!  oh, and i also get to take cough syrup.  yum!!!

i'm too tired to link my thoughts at the moment or even to begin to link them for you.  the theatre last night kept me out late.  oh, it was worth it, but man am i beat.

i do sit here at times and realize i am seriously going to need botox if i keep making that facial expression.  i think the botox is worth it if it keeps me from furrowing my brow. 

i think the perfect gift on the face of the earth for the cats would be a pigeon.  i think it would be excellent to capture one and then set it free for the cats to pummel to death.  seriously, the pigeons have it coming.

that tour de france cycliste just totally wiped out on a dog crossing the street.  um, ow!

i am very grumpy right now.  so tomorrow, i am going shopping.  i am in paris after all...

you know that you are a total klutz when you are walking down the street on a beautiful day and you suddenly, out of the blue, unexpectedly, didn't see it coming at all, find yourself wiped out on the street with a bloody knee and foot.  i actually thought for a moment when i was on the ground, "wow, i didn't see that coming!"

why do i want to nap rather than be out in paris on this beautiful, sunny, warm day?

ah yes, i have pigeon tb.

UPDATE:

no wonder it is pretty today in paris.

i would totally have pictures for you but i think france has blocked me from whatever evil my typepad blog may inflict upon the earth.  and trust me, it is pure evil.

now, what happens to jeorg when she is forced to live in a climate that is cold and rainy for a determined period of time?  that's right.  she catches pigeon tb... or a cold.  whichever is the one that makes her run immediately to the pharmacist (god bless the french and their love of the pharmacist...).  so i have pigeon tb.  makes sense.  there are fu¢king pigeons everywhere! and it is raining, a lot.  and it is cold.  and it totally sucks.  and now, i have pigeon tb.  i am not sure if it is as bad as monkey sars of 2006 since i caught it early.

i think me catching pigeon tb means thomas and i have to travel to italy and get married.  pas mal.  i'm willing to make the sacrifice.

for the adventurous of heart and for those who love to play:

i have had _____ weather in paris this summer.  it is so _____ cold and _____ rainy that i wish i had never _____ to this _____ city.  what was i _____?  my _____ students are so _____ that they give me a look of utter _____ every time they look out the window.  what the _____ am i supposed to do?

_____!  _____!  _____!

(if you know me at all, you will manage to put the word fu¢k in there every single time...)

paris, the city of love and romance.  the city of pda.  the city of lights.  the city of you can do it all in public.  the city of the parisian grope.

so today on the metro, i got to see one nasty little breakup.  seriously, i don't think the metro is the best choice of place to tell your girlfriend that you don't want to date her anymore.  i think more thought needs to be put into that one.  and let's just say, they didn't get off the metro to continue their discussion as to why he didn't want to be with her and that yes he was seeing someone else and that it was totally her fault, and blah, blah, blah.

and now, sitting here, i am listening to some chick on skype yelling at her boyfriend telling him that she hopes he's happy that he got drunk and acted like that since he only ever thinks of himself and is blah, blah, blah... 

um, yeah.  let the romance begin.

thomas left this morning to return to the states.  so, essentially you only have 9 hours to rob us blind.

in the mean time, this makes me a "single" girl in paris.  not that i don't have anything to do.  it isn't like i am alone, ever.  i have students here and amazingly enough, they seem to be around, circulating in and out of my days here in paris.  it's like i birthed 11 kids without the pain and now i can't get rid of them.  ; )

so now, i have things to organize, grading to do, actual teaching (gah!), and the sales to finish out.  thomas is scared to death that i may come back home with more shoes.  although i promised after the pair i bought yesterday i wouldn't buy anymore... but seriously, i think that promise may only extend to yesterday... there is a time limit on certain promises... like shoes.  and when one is unofficially single in paris during the sales, shoes must be bought...

i am sitting here on the 4th of july, in france, a country that knows its fair share of revolution(s).  it knows its liberty.  it knows its strikes.  it knows its coffee.  it knows its politics.

what is there to say about american independance?  the 4th of july means so much and so many things to so many other people.  frankly, i don't get into the whole patriotic thing.  it really isn't me.  wearing my flag or colors.  waving a flag.  standing to watch a parade with marching bands that make me anxious with their loud drums and cymbols.  i don't eat hot dogs.  i don't eat deep fried snickers bars.  and frankly, i think every day is an occasion for fireworks.

so where does this leave this american in paris?

i'm not sure.  other than i don't feel that i have to wave the flag, sing the national anthem or wear the colors just to prove that i am an american.  isn't it enough that i pay taxes, that i vote, that i express my opinions, that i use my passport, that i have served on jury duty, that i recognize what freedoms i have (and that i recognize the ones that i don't have)?  isn't that enough to make me a good citizen?

reflection is more than just thoughts and thinking about oneself and what is going on in one's life. 
reflection is light benfing around objects and giving off color and shape.  reflection is what you see in the mirror, in a pool, what you present to others when they have that first impression of you.  reflection is what you look at and see, it is what you analyze and ponder for long periods of time.  reflection is a state of mind and an image that can be seen in a pool or the seine while standing on a bridge with your husband.  reflection is flecks of color and shape to create form for the mind.

how you interpret it depends on your personality.