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Subject:That Long?
Time:04:55 pm
I can't believe it's been three years since I last posted. Well, I'm back, though not promising any sort of regularity. So what's happened in the last three years?

-Did the Au Pair thing and hated it
-Worked for as a nanny for an actress. Hated that even more
-Tutored some really great French kids in English, but wasn't intellectually stimulated, so quit
-Finally found a job as a shadow (basically a therapist without degree certification) doing ABA therapy with Autistic children. LOVING IT, although it's beyond challenging and often quite emotionally taxing.

Well, there you go. There's basic overview of ma vie

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Subject:What's Bike About all About
Time:03:42 pm
Well, Bike About Tours is small company started up in 2006 by two Parisians, a Kiwi (new zelander) and an American (you don't have to be a native to be Parisian. It's a state of mind).

The Bike About Tour is a guided tour of Paris on some pretty sweet urban fold-up bikes. While the tour does feature all of the main landmarks of Paris, what it's really about is "The Real Paris," a side of Paris left undiscovered by tourists. The guides provide loads of interesting historical facts about Paris, but it's their stories and anecdotes on daily living in Paris that'll really grab your attention. And the complimentary wine at the end of the tour ain't too shabby either.

Yes, I am a STRONG ADVOCATE OF BIKE ABOUT TOURS and very proud to admit it.

Check them out on the web: www.bikeabouttours.com

Or visit them on Myspace: www.myspace.com/bikeabouttours
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Subject:classic
Time:02:00 am
Dawn: I don't know how you stay away. I just see how happy it makes Mom and Dad when I'm home. I gave a testimony at church for the first time last week and Dad cried.

Danielle: Oh my gosh, what did you say, Dawn?

Dawn: I don't know, I was very eloquent.
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Subject:where can i get my next fix?
Time:01:13 am
eight pages...i only have EIGHT pages left of Hey Nostradamus! and i suddenly can't bring myself to pick up the book. it's too depressing, thinking about coming to the end. it's so strange when i think about how much these characters have infiltrated my life these past two days and how imminent (and inevitable) the end really is. that's not to say that the things i've experienced whilst reading the book will suddenly vanish. no, it's all fused into world view, my perspective on life. it's just that as long as their story has been developing on the page, they have been alive to me. and now...well now it is going to be as if they're dead - they will simply be part of an experience i had, a memory, the past. but that's how it goes - once there is nothing left to read, there is nothing left to read. and so life goes on. but actually, it won't just go on; it will go on in a much richer, fuller, and substantial way because of the ways that this particular experience (reading Coupland's novel) has opened my eyes...and my heart.
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Subject:i don't know how long i'm going to be doing this
Time:01:09 am
i don't know if we caught a bug or what. the computer has been acting pretty flaky ever since they installed that wanadoo piece of trash. i'm having difficulty signing in now. i just signed in and re-signed in about 15 times before it finally caught on. i can't be bothered. my days of live journaling may be coming to an end.
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Subject:Melrose Place Yearbook
Time:04:31 pm
I'm so tired from all of the traveling and such that I can't be bothered with anything else BUT the internet. Feeling quite liberated with nothing but the hum of the computer acting as background noise. I left my phone in my room...five hours ago! I keep entertaining thoughts of going back outside, perhaps for a run in the park, but it's just too tempting to stay here eating chocolate and typing away in an absolute furry. I'll let you know how that one turns out. Anyway, here's some eye candy I managed to pick up for you:

Claire and I, the spokeswomen for vending machine coffee. "C'est horrible comme c'est bon!"

Paul with not just one...

but THREE beautiful girls (Alison and Rosie join in the fun)

Having coffee (minus the cigarettes) with Anna and some girls from church

Group shot with the whole "Square One" crew in Normandy

It appears that Richard and Will have been given my seel of approval

James captures Claire capturing a shot of some local architecture

Morning worship service was held on the beach

the cure to ennuiCollapse )

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Subject:J'en peux plus!
Time:03:16 pm
Even when my expectations are at their lowest, French bureaucracy still manages to rub me the wrong way. Yes, I've just had a lovely experience at the Prefecture, trying to legalize my status in this country. I'll be going back for another one of those long and quite painful visits that strain every ounce of patience out of your body. Next RDV Wednesday morning at 8:30. I'll have fun getting up for that one! In the mean time, I get to run around the city collecting paperwork from more offices than one should have to pay visit to over the course of a year, let alone a few days. But don't worry, I had a nice substitute drug to ease the pain as I waited for an hour in the lobby. I picked up Douglas Copeland's latest novel, Hey Nostradamus!, in at the English bookshop in Aix (en-Provence) yesterday. I couldn't resist. Jillian has been raving about him ever since she read Life After God way back when. I scanned over an book review in a magazine just recently, so once I picked it up from the bookshelf and read the book jacket, there was no leaving the shop without it. From the moment I opened the front cover, I didn't want to put it down. Sonia literally had to pry the book from my fingers at 1am, demanding that I get some sleep. And she was right to do so, as we had to wake up at 5 this morning in order to catch the TGV at 6:43. Needless to say, I picked the book back up the first chance I got. With less than half of the day gone, I'm already halfway through the book. My excitement and love for this novel is evident. Still, I'm going to refer to a more reputable source to hopefully coerce you into to diving into this must read. 'Tough, accomplished and subtle, it addresses all the big issues - God, suffering, miracles, family life, why bad things happen to good people - without ever becoming grandiose or pretentious. This is far too wise a book to offer answers, but it affirms that seeking them is a necessary part of our humanity.' Daily Telegraph I'm not sure if I used God or if He used me, but the result was the same. In the end; we are judged by our deeds, not by our wishes. We're the sum of our decisions. from Chapter One of Hey Nostradamus!
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Subject:precocious isn't even the word
Time:02:26 pm
setting...On a park bench in the Jardin d'Acclimatation, just around the corner from our appartment. Maxence engaged in some rather mischievous behavior, attempting to give me zurburts and chanting "I'm very very sexy" repeatedly. D: You're silly! M: No I'm not! D: It's not an insult, Max. And I'm silly too, so it's okay. In fact, I'm quite silly for someone my age. Hmmm...I should work on not being so silly. M: Why? D: Oh, I don't know... M: Because you want to be perfect? D: [roaring laughter] M: What's so funny? D: It's just that you say things sometimes that are too insightful for your age. M: What does insightful mean? D: [more laughter]
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Subject:late night session
Time:01:30 am
My eyes are completely green right now. I wonder what that means. My dad says they’re gray when I’m lying. Crying also makes them turn a funky color. Perhaps green is an indication that I’m tipping the scales of sobriety. Will let me drink too much tonight. Correction: I let Will let me drink too much tonight. Two glasses of champagne and a glass of wine on an empty stomach topped off with a coffee flavored mouse au chocolat - probably not the best choice for dinner at 11 o’clock at night. Thankfully I had my wits about me just enough to refuse that fourth glass. I shouldn’t pat myself on the back to quickly there, as I very well could have stopped after the first glass. Then again, I couldn’t just not celebrate with Will, right. It was his last night on the job, as a wine waiter in a posh restaurant in the upscale Louvre quartier. We did a bit of celebrating a couple weeks ago when he bought a rather expensive bottle of wine for the MP clan. Yes, but that was celebrating his decision to resign. Tonight/last night actually closed the deal. As long as these kinds of celebrations don’t appear on a regular basis, I figure there isn’t too much harm in it. I say this as I look over at the newly purchased wine glasses on my refrigerator (which, by the way, serves as storage space), just itching to be used. They’ll probably be itching for a long time; I never bring anyone to my room.
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Subject:procrastination at its worst
Time:06:39 pm
Current Mood:restlessrestless
i should be doing a lot of things right now, namely writing sunnie, jillian, and christina a proper email as i had promised. dan has asked me to get in touch with Mendelson for him so that he can meet up with him during his two week holiday in the city. i have yet to contact my family since i´ve been here. then there´s the list of people that i´ve been meaning to write or email for months now. i brought two books with me, which i have barely touched. the list goes on, all the while i´m doing just about anything to keep from doing what i really want to accomplish.

if only i weren´t so freaking tired. and i mean TIRED. perhaps it´s because i have denied myself the right to coffee today, attempting to ween myself off quite mercilessly. or maybe it´s because i fell asleep in the sun for a good two hours. yeah, i´m going to have to deal with a pretty nasty sunburn. it can´t be the sun exposure though cause the whole reason i went out there to nap was because i was tired in the first place. what could it be then? over consumption of food? drawback of being a female? anxiety? i am taking two different asthma/allergy meds right now, so those have to have a part in this. the simple explanation would be that i was up till 4am due to an allergic reaction to something that gave me welts all over my body and made me itch like crazy. so, en gros, it could just be sleep deprivation.
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