Me, a vespa and some Splogen beer

A transgender wicker statue with spicket for penis.

It is time for a rant

Ok. Here goes. I got an e-mail from Donna yesterday in which she asked to start thinking of Christmas gifts. I responded that the only think I really want at the moment is an iPod. I got an email back saying that couldn't happen. "With four kids in the family, we try to keep things equal for all, and that wouldn't be fair for the others." Whaaaaa? The 20GB iPod is $299. If you only got me that it really isn't that much. Dad wants to get me one for graduation. That is really fucking practical. When I won't have lots of free time walking between classes or spending an hour on the metro every day where having an iPod would be stupendous. NOOOOOO! I was SOOOOOOOOOOO close to buying one for myself right before I left. I had/have the money. I will be in contact with Dad about this. It is so fucking ridiculous. Don't buy me an ugly sweater that I won't be able to return in France and just get me a fucking iPod, the one thing I have been wanting for a year. Don't lecture me about being fair either. Don't even get me started on that one! Fuckers! Unfair, illogical fuckers. It is just so fucking stupid. Oi. Ok. Done.

My new French haircut.

Social Life?

I love it here. However it can be lonely at times. I really miss having that one person who get me. I have made some good friends here, but I am not at that level of complete understanding with any of them. Italy this weekend will be really nice. Chris and I have decided to go fucking crazy for 3 days. I cannot wait. It will be so nice to make horribly inappropriate jokes and have someone find them truly enjoyable. I miss having my social circle. I have some semblance of one but not really. It took a long time to find it at Pitt and the process is moving much quicker here than it did when I first arrived at college. I can see my roommate and I becoming good friends, if we weren't too busy working/traveling to actually hang out. We have the exact same taste in music. She was listen to Air then Fleetwood Mac one night, STUpendous.
It is really nice to spend time by yourself. You need it sometimes. But then there are those moments where you are just going to go crazy if you stay in your apartment alone one second longer.
I am not homesick but there are definite moments where I miss very specific aspects of home. It is kinda weird. I am so happy to be here. But with anything it takes some time to find your true niche (OMG that is a French word and I am in France!!!!!)

Sometimes life is good

This is one of those times. Today I found the law and I won. By law I mean bureaucracy but there are no rocking oldies songs about fighting bureaucracy, which really is a damn shame. I had an "I hate France" meltdown this weekend. I got over it all is better now. Epsecailly because I have my titre de sejour. Why I had to get an x-ray is besides me but if it makes the French happy and means I can stay here all year I'll do it. I also got my carte bleu today. This is the French ATM card. I opened my account over a month ago. "Why are you just getting it now, Maria?", you ask. Really good question reader. I have no fucking clue and BNP made my cry more than once. It really sucks when you can't properly express yourself in another language. So when they told me to come back in two day for the millionth time and all I could do was say Okay, yes, thank you I got really pissed. Whatever. All that is behind us and I have a carte bleu and a titre de sejour.

Hooway for being happy. Today totally makes up for the shittiness of Saturday. I would also like to state that two months from today Philip Peter Boyle will be boarding an airplane with the final destination of Paris. I am really excited. I miss him. Duh, but all this is just showing me/us how great what we have is. I could wax on and on about this but I will spare you all. But rest assured everything with that is nothing short of stupendous. HOOWAY!