tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235362725921349212024-03-06T00:20:03.970-05:00mas hysteria!cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-26197376051781104732009-06-13T16:01:00.001-04:002009-06-13T16:01:42.116-04:00Really? This much fun in Toronto?<div>How is it that I'm on this exact corner, at least 4 out of 7 days..and I never see anything fun happening? Seriously.<br /></div><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4a0c3626947b24cd/4a3405a4ac135ac2/4a0c3626947b24cd/55955c47/widget.js"></script>cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-77344684986569101752009-05-26T19:05:00.003-04:002009-05-26T19:25:04.940-04:00Thoughts On & Around Essie "Watermelon"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_4cypn4j8kO8FnIEYcJzxk80jH2_09hu2Vt2-pJap4MAjrISRwP6H1sV_Cq2J3M_qp1GbNY2pz-GJvbT7TjJ2gElMIQi3WHJp2ETa5XLEmPWgk1r2GcBhMZUZI6iZoAFRS9I0Eob2vj_D/s1600-h/AAAAAo7a4aQAAAAAADpDEA.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_4cypn4j8kO8FnIEYcJzxk80jH2_09hu2Vt2-pJap4MAjrISRwP6H1sV_Cq2J3M_qp1GbNY2pz-GJvbT7TjJ2gElMIQi3WHJp2ETa5XLEmPWgk1r2GcBhMZUZI6iZoAFRS9I0Eob2vj_D/s320/AAAAAo7a4aQAAAAAADpDEA.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340277149524970786" /></a><br />Nails AND toes? Just toes? I always like getting my nails did, but the move back to preppy naked nails this season has me all confused. I hate being confused. But I do like this colour. <br /><br />Sometimes my own existential crises make me want to vomit. While I ponder pink polish I'm not worrying about having to present a prototype for my film/thesis project in front of a big fat committee in 3 weeks. True story.cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-670419888158706022009-05-05T21:13:00.002-04:002009-05-05T21:37:28.794-04:00i miss europe (& daniel)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgyyntS0gG5oXpgN0BJJucYjBTue86MR5Fb1su-XjgPUa92JkKgj7V3a81yn3oVuM3zYv7oWYxqI48V6lXqnbIM6p3mpkUGGjRKeBKMZ7IzqGqyH-5PjpUmzSdpbYdAeT9Snyr9Tvwez8/s1600-h/P1030417.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgyyntS0gG5oXpgN0BJJucYjBTue86MR5Fb1su-XjgPUa92JkKgj7V3a81yn3oVuM3zYv7oWYxqI48V6lXqnbIM6p3mpkUGGjRKeBKMZ7IzqGqyH-5PjpUmzSdpbYdAeT9Snyr9Tvwez8/s320/P1030417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332518196780408130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ6EcRQxyXKB9QR0bcO_-GwAU-CIcd1gJmCltSbXqLC9zDzG6e6a2UcrbyDmnv9-z2lmDYWkLR0cGf3K6lY49gaUU5xz1ijk2HHkUbpYs_-tWRCQAbQD3KAYkRXY_PObli9nBDxwAIR1zm/s1600-h/DSC_0188.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin2oUnb8fFZyqGeenDaldXtf1J1Rg0xNAoC-qxmyTe3bYPcAXShp19kiir8BsZK8teFJGiBFyI2WrGhPF5Duw2pmaTj69CbQIUZXXB3vUb5yxWt6gTy_UP2BDAZkkobCN6_BL_DhRzhlWA/s320/laurencindyoktogon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332514983336585970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9SqQQJetfBIyVKPfAHHA0Nz0t7cz7190-GkcUcIXm8R8DMNS9ytZS18CnTtEpqxlpm-NcKvWMinEt2bJbU5OlLC1UFWgRJCvoWDG_k9pVlfGtoqApa2jmoYOa9pPXwYfIH261ihRoYhpG/s1600-h/P1030023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9SqQQJetfBIyVKPfAHHA0Nz0t7cz7190-GkcUcIXm8R8DMNS9ytZS18CnTtEpqxlpm-NcKvWMinEt2bJbU5OlLC1UFWgRJCvoWDG_k9pVlfGtoqApa2jmoYOa9pPXwYfIH261ihRoYhpG/s320/P1030023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332513503825267570" /></a>cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-6941072840152393652009-04-28T02:44:00.000-04:002009-04-28T02:45:28.852-04:00we da best!<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DlEmVWDJt8k&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DlEmVWDJt8k&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-18223422865172798562009-04-22T11:03:00.002-04:002009-04-22T11:51:23.309-04:00this is how we do it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIUM6Ek22teeTc72TapfizqY0Sh9dlXsn6mCK_miPJYb3vRJCpaXjHFEzcGnTFQUsF9Xr0EFHjMRJILq_wv8ku12JlEkLueTKvOHImAaPndeMspxzTrUg2RgXnVIAjtcXxWzJEk5H3IWz/s1600-h/sanity.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIUM6Ek22teeTc72TapfizqY0Sh9dlXsn6mCK_miPJYb3vRJCpaXjHFEzcGnTFQUsF9Xr0EFHjMRJILq_wv8ku12JlEkLueTKvOHImAaPndeMspxzTrUg2RgXnVIAjtcXxWzJEk5H3IWz/s320/sanity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327531843772279426" /></a><br /><br />At least, this is how I do it. I'm almost free at last.<br /><br />I'm playing house right now in MTL and I haven't left this house since Sunday due my last paper. I think I'm starting to lose my mind, but I worry that if I try to do anything else I'll get totally distracted and procrastinate another week. And that already happened. And that can't happen again. Weeh. At least it's about Bret Michaels and the Slutbus, which makes academic writing slightly more amusing. Where else can I talk about vagina shots & Susan Sontag in the same breath? <br /><br />Also:<br /><br />I want to go away this weekend, but don't know if I need my passport to go to America. I left it in TO, so that might be an issue. Hmmm. <br /><br />This is now in the big, bad world of the internets which is kind of scary. <br /><br />I write how I think and it sounds kind of weird, like in my own voice double-time, when I look it over. Awkward.cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-60060150129266900412009-03-30T10:53:00.001-04:002009-03-30T10:55:31.893-04:00happy spring<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4ZOlGkWVMesQ-7BPPf8cY0t0e0ekllZH3AcvIUmKHKUnDwes_M2qvYsPJnc8aQ0nwEoG7v5AfHtGMFPV8EqHDhVKnBkJ2H5y5QLhZGJlDp2MHlKiY_skpfViuPFrGGvenpUCewzydmQ7/s1600-h/cupcakeglory.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4ZOlGkWVMesQ-7BPPf8cY0t0e0ekllZH3AcvIUmKHKUnDwes_M2qvYsPJnc8aQ0nwEoG7v5AfHtGMFPV8EqHDhVKnBkJ2H5y5QLhZGJlDp2MHlKiY_skpfViuPFrGGvenpUCewzydmQ7/s320/cupcakeglory.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318994174837511506" /></a><br /><br />i took the weekend off to gallery hop and bake these.cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-10923849619954921712008-12-17T11:40:00.002-05:002008-12-17T11:46:30.263-05:00winter wonderland...without the "wonder" schtick.how did i ever trick myself into believing that moving back to canada was OK?<br /><br />the first cold day, i was traumatized. i think it only went down to -5, but it still wasn't right. not at all! how do people live in this climate? <br /><br />the second, third, and fourth, i thought, ok. there isn't too much snow. it's kind of chilly, but totally tolerable. everything's gonna be ok.<br /><br />last night, i trekked across the arctic circle, i.e. ossington, while walking back from joel's and i thought i was going to die. maybe it was the combination of blowing snow, black ice and and the fact yes, north face designed their hoods so my face is protected, but dammit i can't SEE, but this isn't right. no no no.<br /><br />bis<br /><br />c.cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-23373315734116058112008-08-28T12:28:00.004-04:002008-08-28T12:50:12.727-04:00summertime, and the livin's easy.....and that's my excuse for being absent since may 7th. not that anybody reads this. because i don't think anyone knows about it. so i suppose i'm just making excuses to myself, for myself. how's that for talking in circles?<br /><br />i'm out of france! i don't know whether to jump up and down or huddle in a corner and cry. i've actually been back for a little while now but everday i not-so-secretly wish i was back in europe. in fact, the only time i don't think about leaving mtl is when i'm away! and i'll admit i've been away more than i've been back since returning from paris...them's the breaks.<br /><br />that said, i've had to be here for the last week and a bit to pack up my life yet again and get ready to move to toronto next week. did i say next week? what i meant to say was 3 days from now. eehhyup. am i finished packing? nope. am i close? maybe. am i excited? it's hard to say. i'm starting grad school on sept 8th, so i'm looking forward to starting something new, however i'm not looking forward to the debt that will inevitably come out of this. <br /><br />i'm hoping my sentiments change once i actually get there and life picks up again. perpetual limbo is the WORST and that's kind of what the past 2 months have felt like...intertwined with lots & lots of good times and a fair share of panic attacks, too.<br /><br />bis.cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-41032720640598303172008-05-07T08:33:00.002-04:002008-05-07T08:41:46.238-04:00lovely.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1U3AxoibDdD3d2nWTwluwwqkd0QC1jT4AiAT-Kh6Cfh-vpH8ileHX5NNSDU_UGxeGEozbIbkdMI5qiuKh-a5vuCFVzbaOpZ5kgkd5uwR6SbWM7TQ8nGA98mhHl9biOhp0fvJLasx9lQjJ/s1600-h/n512622208_1183049_6030.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1U3AxoibDdD3d2nWTwluwwqkd0QC1jT4AiAT-Kh6Cfh-vpH8ileHX5NNSDU_UGxeGEozbIbkdMI5qiuKh-a5vuCFVzbaOpZ5kgkd5uwR6SbWM7TQ8nGA98mhHl9biOhp0fvJLasx9lQjJ/s400/n512622208_1183049_6030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197615191847243810" /></a>cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-46202282555115795692008-03-08T05:30:00.003-05:002008-03-08T06:06:51.591-05:00janet knows...last.fm has changed my life for the better. this morning i typed in "tlc" and i've been hit with jams ever since. remember 'tweet'??? even if you or i don't, last.fm does.<br /><br />so..i'll soon be unemployed and volunteering my services to gogoparis.com as the film go-to. why work for money when you can work for free! on the efron* though, i'll have a new boulot by the end of next week and an internship with go!go! is a good thing. i'm hoping that perks include access to press screenings and schmoozing with parisien b-list celebs.<br /><br />this weekend i'm taking a break from city life and heading out to normandie where a marble-floored country house filled with french people and alcohol await me. as i write this, i'm still in my pjs and have no intention of getting ready to go anytime soon. you'd think that after two coffees i'd be bouncing off walls but i guess the caffeine will only hit a little later. it's funny how the caffeine in my french coffee works just as the rest of the country does: at it's own pace. <br /><br />where's a timmy hos when i need one?<br /><br />*efron is as real as it gets. merci bien, shmitty.cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-69485685687170264642008-03-01T12:07:00.003-05:002008-03-01T12:10:56.968-05:00Melt Banana Mash UpsI'm going to a mash up party tonight. Tacky or not, that is the question; I am, after all, in the land that created tectonik or whatever it's called.<br /><br />I'm also sitting at my favorite hole-in-the-wall cafe/bar and staring at cherry blossoms in full bloom. I'll finally get my camera out of hibernation this weekend and provide my little rantline with some much-needed color.cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-7920254075106676072008-02-23T08:51:00.002-05:002008-02-23T09:15:28.569-05:005 days later...I can't seem to kick this cold. <br /><br />Last winter, while everyone around me was catching some variation of the avian flu every 2 days, I stayed healthy. I suppose that, yes, it was stupid of me to assume that this kind of luck would welcome me into 2008, but REALLY. Not only can I not breathe or sleep properly, but it's now extended itself to include my voice. I was on the phone while doing groceries this morning and I noticed that I sound a lot like I imagine MJ would sound once he hits 80.<br /><br />So I've got all these decisions to make in the next couple of days that I don't feel ready for. I'm not asking for any advice or anything because 1) I think I'm the only one who reads this and 2) I need to go around in circles until I finally make a decision. Stay in Paris? Leave Paris? If I leave Paris, where do I go? Germany? Hungary? Italy? US? Back to Canada? Toronto...now?? Do I want to leave? Do I want to stay and live off a wack salary but be able to pursue my other interests? What's more important to me now? Fuck. <br /><br />The longer I'm here the more I like it. Now that everything is settled with the bank, I'm connecting with solid people, I'm finding inspiration for my creative work and I finally found a health food superstore, why should it be time to pick up and leave? But then looking around my apt, at my purchase and my travel guides, I realize that there is more that I want to do while I'm here and simply put I need cash money for anything and everything. Plus, spring is coming and Michael and I were talking about summertime here and how crazy it must be. I know I'm supposed to take everything one day at a time, but I've never been able to live like that. <br /><br />Go big or go home?cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-60449607792538450422008-01-19T06:02:00.000-05:002008-01-19T06:07:49.893-05:00and they're off!no more deadlines for the time being... applications have been sent off... i finally bought myself a proper yoga mat and i've succumbed to nescafe coffee... what's a girl to worry about now?cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-53725491925779639792008-01-12T09:45:00.000-05:002008-01-12T10:08:28.696-05:00I love it..I hate it.So I'm back from Budapest. The drive from the airport made me feel like I was entering a Russian ghetto, but as soon as we got into the city and the cab driver figured out where we were going (GPS is golden) it turned out to be one of the prettiest cities I've ever been to. NYE was spent drinking bubbly and trying not to fall on ice in heels, going to a pop-punk-indie show with Hungarian HC kids, and hanging out with my MTL people til 5 AM. It was glorious.<br /><br />We spent the rest of the week drinking vodka, going to spas and exploring cave churches, all while keeping an eye out for signs of the Soviet stronghold. Apparently walking around markets asking for "Commie paraphernalia" isn't a good look. <br /><br />Seeing the girls definitely got me thinking about a lot of things, namely what I'm doing here in France, what I plan to do next year, and how I can make this experience work to my full advantage. I know that teaching is not something I want to be doing for the rest of my life - I work better independently and thoroughly enjoy the work I do when I'm being creative, whether it's through writing, photo or video. I want to enjoy what I do, and not that I don't enjoy teaching, but I just don't see it as a career move right now. I'm really lucky to have the opportunity to live and work in Europe, and I'm glad that I'm over here now because there's definitely a possibility that I'll come back in the future - just not to teach. I'm really happy that I applied to those grad programs in Toronto for next September, and I feel like even if I don't get in, then at least I know that I've got options and a field that I'm genuinely interested in. More thoughts on life to come.<br /><br />I've emailed a couple of French mags and blogs who do some work in English (and I think could really benefit from someone who isn't French..) about doing some work for them...so we'll see what happens.<br /><br />Other than that, here are some random thoughts:<br /><br />1 - When the French have sales, they don't fuck around. Les Soldes are on for the next 3 weeks.<br /><br />2 - I need to get out of my man pattern - apparently I can find them all over the globe, not just in America.<br /><br />3 - French firemen are hot.<br /><br />4 - I like drinking in the streets and watching bboys more than I like hanging out at clubs and watching guidos. True story.<br /><br />My Buda & Pest pictures are up on fessebook.<br /><br />Bonne annee! xxcindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-44900771118106650162007-12-24T07:06:00.000-05:002007-12-27T16:49:53.215-05:00Thoughts on Le Vernis #219 by ChanelI always hated black nail polish. Like, HATED. I thought it looked nasty and tacky when chipped, and I'm slightly OCD about my nails and details in general so I never went near it. Last summer, while in Toronto with Abi and Val, I decided to get a black manipedi. I don't know why, or how, but I do know that it took a good hour of pondering over the colour before I finally gave the lady the go-ahead to start. And I loved it! The deep burgundys I save for winter have been pushed to the side because since getting to Paris I splurged on Chanel's #219 and my life has forever changed. I just thought I'd let someone know. Les Parisiennes aren't diggin colour splashes at the moment, and someone told me this winter is all about 'tristesse', so I figure I'm reppin thoroughly with black polish, even if gold and silver lamé are part of my daily wardrobe. Don't hate.<br /><br />Other than that..it's the holidays and I kind of wish I was at home. I miss my people and my family. I don't really feel any holidaze here cause it's non-existent. It's the 24th and I've been having a dance party in booty shorts all morning. I'm invited to two holiday dinner parties but I might skip out on tonight's to finish up my grad school apps. Exciting, innit?<br /><br />Gabe and Val visited last month and I'm ANXIOUSLY awaiting everyone else's arrival. As much as I like importing people, I've managed to gather some other expats here and they're awesome. My inexplicable luck with men who are spoken for continued last week with an awkward showdown between the gf and I at some wack theme bar - I had no idea and he wasn't making an effort to get that info to me. Besides, I was just talking and he totally wasn't my type. Anyway, I've managed to meet des mecs who a) aren't attached, b) don't suck, and c) aren't hella Euro (you know what I mean...techno-tight clothes-big belts-yickyickyickyick) and so my little harem is growing. They're a crew of writers who are helping me integrate into the side of Paris I'd have only seen from the train, so that's pretty dope. I have to admit, my people skills are getting better day by day.<br /><br />I'm kind of lazy to start recounting specific stories and this things isn't letting me upload photos. I'm going to Budapest on the 30th for a week to see Souni and Lauren, so I should have plenty to say then..<br /><br />a plus.cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-11114387422904691132007-11-17T04:35:00.001-05:002007-11-17T04:39:34.020-05:00Vive la France?I decided to get up early and try to get as much done before Gabe gets here...and my my faucet handle for the cold water isn't working in the shower.<br />I'm glad that I'm in France, where supers and plumbers take the weekend off and I'm supposed to find someone myself. For an apt I'm subletting.<br /><br />...cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-36792925102099567612007-11-14T13:26:00.000-05:002007-11-14T13:33:59.153-05:00what kind of merde is this?Alright. So I don't have any photos to put up because I don't have a way of uploading onto daddytron (thank you, Nikon) but soon enough Val's coming in to hang out and bring me a bag of goods from home! Which includes a USB thingy! Yay!<br />Ummm...real updates. I've found a home and a job, which makes me happy seeing as how I'm no longer homeless or jobless. Paris in the fall is apparently like Paris in the winter, which is a nice change from the -30 degree weather I'm used to, although I'm still requesting my goose down be brought over because, well, I want it.<br />I had my first day of "training" yesterday, which as far as I could tell, was more like a workshop than anything else. I still don't feel ready to go ahead and do a good job of teaching a language I butcher on the daily to the French, but what can you do. They're paying me more money than I probably deserve, and in the end, that's all that matters.<br />Other than that, things are good. I have internerd, a landline AND a washing machine now so my bases are mostly covered. There's also a TV with cable that I haven't even turned on yet.<br />Grad school applications have been on the backburner for weeks, and I feel like I should take tonight to get caught up. But, I also bought some Pinot Gris at the store. Applications..or wine? Or both? <br />The possibilities are endless.cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-82368119263786096792007-10-31T13:22:00.000-04:002007-10-31T08:23:04.057-04:00And now over to gay Paree..So I've been here for almost 2 weeks and there are only 3 words I can use to describe Paris: wine, baguette & cheese. That about sums up my time. We've obviously been doing more than eating & drinking (to be honest, during the first week bodies were being treated like stolen cars therefore forgoing the eating completely..), but nobody wants to hear about getting lost on many a train and aggro french dudes. Right? Right. <br /><br />What I do have are flicks! Sooo many flicks. As you can see, I've spent my time walking around, checking out modern art buildings, flying pigs, 'fresh frogs' signs, and juxtapositioning different men in bars in my photos. So, here are a few - I'm totally nerding out right now and want to get on with my day, but I promise to provide more very, very soon. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXjGDUfw4vIuAyLf2P_S2Z5Zy4veEd_8lwwmppBoOqQdDc2dBxBQdA_EAyFrP_zJ-_jEJ91GbqRnLX1Zo0mdBCGN6L_9mN_c8s8yEghishYGJm-yN9yfEK5NdYsxZedpuPksxcrfuE6q-z/s1600-h/paris+2+085.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXjGDUfw4vIuAyLf2P_S2Z5Zy4veEd_8lwwmppBoOqQdDc2dBxBQdA_EAyFrP_zJ-_jEJ91GbqRnLX1Zo0mdBCGN6L_9mN_c8s8yEghishYGJm-yN9yfEK5NdYsxZedpuPksxcrfuE6q-z/s200/paris+2+085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127474324222267986" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5_6JDFPuUfkWi1L9OngjcRel1lYIZ8wQxqWPkkyUb9QVqwuGNdgyRVbt84S_LgsUfdS8mTf6F-Gx7bi5P_lqWqQj4G2mPUZaNdV8bkAJmyqRlkxJfi7kAIgtejfvXjwAL51LuE-pbpJi/s1600-h/paris+2+041.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5_6JDFPuUfkWi1L9OngjcRel1lYIZ8wQxqWPkkyUb9QVqwuGNdgyRVbt84S_LgsUfdS8mTf6F-Gx7bi5P_lqWqQj4G2mPUZaNdV8bkAJmyqRlkxJfi7kAIgtejfvXjwAL51LuE-pbpJi/s200/paris+2+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127473224710640178" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDPPC9M95Aadgt7u_N3o2excUqqOKMxaqbWgm1ogqY-hoeiaTm412ToNvNzvHxdGVUo81c0WyiJ884mczNV_q4mcfmGHWxCnKDdLhqN0hgRmZcGGt0BsZZVT3NZrZ1Acr4vw6sBLIj_f3p/s1600-h/paris+2+029.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDPPC9M95Aadgt7u_N3o2excUqqOKMxaqbWgm1ogqY-hoeiaTm412ToNvNzvHxdGVUo81c0WyiJ884mczNV_q4mcfmGHWxCnKDdLhqN0hgRmZcGGt0BsZZVT3NZrZ1Acr4vw6sBLIj_f3p/s200/paris+2+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127472404371886626" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMc6uPh3D4oIYKAkDUoEtRQFnuldJ_Dmt30AaTrJSo5YWw0fYj5dOLXhlA7R67SSY9J1QLHVDk5Y-9fnsFiPlxG71C8zQHInN0ZCKg1l1wD5q9lXbChTeAvrc7mA-U4ChantlQN9IdJSl/s1600-h/paris+2+023.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMc6uPh3D4oIYKAkDUoEtRQFnuldJ_Dmt30AaTrJSo5YWw0fYj5dOLXhlA7R67SSY9J1QLHVDk5Y-9fnsFiPlxG71C8zQHInN0ZCKg1l1wD5q9lXbChTeAvrc7mA-U4ChantlQN9IdJSl/s200/paris+2+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127471824551301650" /></a>cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-3146739633033940822007-09-20T12:49:00.000-04:002007-09-20T12:57:50.309-04:00Oh lord.."God sued<br /><br />WASHINGTON - Nebraska lawmaker Ernie Chambers filed a lawsuit against God, the Almighty, acknowleding he/she goes by numerous aliases, for causing "fearsome floods, egregious eathquakes, horrendous hurricanes, terrifying tornadoes, pestilential plagues" and other alliterative catastrophes. The suit asks the court for a permanent injunction ordering defendant to cease certain harmful activities. Neither God nor his/her spokespersons could be reached for comment."cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323536272592134921.post-65651969465530246012007-09-17T14:55:00.000-04:002007-09-17T15:33:09.692-04:00Welcome! Nice of you to join us!I've finally decided to document my rants, ramblings, thoughts and vodka-induced adventures online.<br /><br />YAY!<br /><br />Hopefully this will prove to be a bit more interesting when I move to Europe next month, seeing as "I watched Grey's Anatomy on DVD last night!! IT WAS F'N CRAZY SHIT DUDE, U WOULDN'T EVEN BELIEVE IT!" dosen't REALLY work.<br /><br />I've been trying to figure out how to post pictures and whatnot but apparently being jobless has also made me a bit slow on the tech tip. <br /><br />Word is bond.cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300749142709434876noreply@blogger.com0