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I just got news from EICAR (the film school I'll be attending). It turns out that they will no longer be using the Cherbourg, Normandy campus, so I'm going to have to go straight to Paris!
Which is good and bad at the same time, of course, because I'm going to have to find accomodation at the last minute. There's no way I'll get a sweeter deal than I would have in Normandy (my own studio with a bathroom and microwave and mini-fridge for only 310 US dollars a month), but hopefully I won't live in a complete dump.
Either way, I'm going to have to live in my own place, instead of on-campus housing, which makes it about a million times more terrifying and exciting than before. Also, I'm going to have to reeeally bone up on my French. There's no way I'll survive in Paris with the basic stuff I know right now. At least it'll be easier when Colin finds his way here, for him to find jobs and/or school or such, and for us to have a place together.
I'm just so scared and excited right now. I can't wait, and yet I want more time at home to get ready and say goodbye. This is so crazy!
Colin and I have been dating for ten months today.
More updates soon...I have more writing to post as well..
I haven't really written about my birthday yet, so I figured I would, for posterity.
I was woken up by Colin, who said I HAVE FIVE MINUTES TO GET TO WORK MY ALARM DIDN'T GO OFF! which is a horrible way to start your birthday. So we hurriedly got ready and I took the keys to the Mazda, only to back out and hit the Explorer. Fortunately, there was only a scratch, and one that my father hasn't noticed yet. So I ran out of the Mazda and into the Explorer and drove him to work in that instead. Mind you, this is at like 8:50 in the morning.
I spent the rest of the morning playing Sims 2 and grumbling to myself.
For my birthday, I received an iPod (with my name personalized on the back, ooh la la!), a case for my computer and iPod (for the flight), and some adaptors for electrical cords in Europe. I have stuff coming in the mail from my brother and sister, and Colin is currently working on finding me something since he has barely no money, and most of his money is either going to go to my parents or to his own flight to Europe eventually. I had German chocolate cake and low-fat ice cream (not because I wanted low fat, but because I have to have it due to the aftermath of getting my gall bladder removed). Then we drove up to Toledo and hung out with Alex and Lauren for awhile. It wasn't an incredibly memorable birthday, but it was nice.
Since then, I've just been getting sick at work (I threw up in the midst of doing dishes on Monday! And I called off work today because I got sick again this morning...) and playing more Sims 2...I also went shopping recently to get new clothes, and my own towel and washcloth for when I'm on my own. Also, I bought what I thought was a purse, but it ended up being a diaper bag. But whatever, I like it and it even has drink carriers (for bottles, I guess, but who cares?) so I can sneak drinks into the movies. Perfect.
I am just writing this to say that it is an OUTRAGE that that bullshit show 24 won so many awards at the Emmy's tonight, and Six Feet Under wasn't even nominated for best dramatic series! Has the world gone mad?! 24 is like a boring action show, and that last season of Six Feet Under was a fucking work of art, goddammit! A work of art! That show did wonders for the world of television and I had to sit through hours of stupid celebrities talking about Aaron Spelling and Barry Manilow singing and AHHH...
Television must be saved. HBO needs another show that can be as powerful and beautiful as Six Feet Under.
Today is my 18th birthday.
Lately I've been having ridiculously trippy dreams. I'm not sure if it's because of the vicodin they have me on (for the pain from the surgery) or if it's some sort of acid flashback that comes into my subconscious, but these dreams are fucking crazy. Last night I figured out death in one of them. I kept on seeing this very small part in an episode of Six Feet Under. Just so I don't give away any spoilers, it involved a deceased cast member saying "There is no death" in an elated tone of voice, and it was abundantly clear in this dream that once we die, we don't really die, we just live some more in some other sort of way. We keep getting born and dying and it never stops, and we never cease to exist. This was an incredibly comforting thought considering that my entire life I have not had any real faith of any sort, and so death has always been this huge mystery to me, one that I had several different theories about.
I feel much better about everything now. Even if I didn't figure it out, I feel like I did, and that's enough for me.