thinking about working

Bonjour tout le monde
so i have to give an expose on thursday, its on theatrical makeup (suprise suprise) but i cant get myself to work on it. man i've gotten lazy.
i also have to tests this week, need to plan christmas break which is MUCH harder than you could imagine, and i have en excusion to Avignon this weekend. i need to get a lot done before then.
oh well.
this was a pointless entry.
Much love sent out to Karen.

08h45

Im a bit late on this one

Mull it over entry from the 24th of November 2005.

Vendradie, 25/11/2005
Last night was an interesting one. It was my first thanksgiving out side of the US, away from my family, my friends, and a kitchen where I could make dessert. The CEA office put together a dinner for everyone at the Best Western in Aix. We ate, what I suppose the French would call, a Thanksgiving turkey dinner. It wasn’t amazing. I was pumped for dessert though. It France, they cant possible fuck up dessert. IT IS FRANCE. Their attempt at pumpkin pie failed. I think they added curry. Not even kidding.
So the dinner was a bust but the company was very good. Everyone was laughing, drinking wine, and having a good time. I really enjoyed that part.
After the dinner we went to the Residence to chill out and drink a bit before we headed out to the bars about 12:30. We got to O’Shannon and were just talking to people randomly. Raphael was there which really annoyed me because I feel I can’t talk to anyone else when he is around. Plus he was saying things like he normally lies to people about his age (which is 28 by the by) but he can’t lie to me. I believe that really worked against him because now I really don’t believe a thing he says. He started talking to the guys that we were hanging around in the bar and was just lying his ass off to them. It made me really uncomfortable that nobody but me saw this. He is kind of starting to creep me out. Plus he was trying to guilt me a bit about not seeing him and how everyone likes me. I can’t be bothered with this.
We eventually ended up qt my favorite music hall the scat club. The guys we met bought us bottles of whiskey and kept us in so much Champaign that I actually started to give away glasses because I just couldn’t drink anymore. But Marcious was talking to me and was wondering why I was wearing my glasses. I told him that I thought they hid my face a bit because I wasn’t feeling particularly flashy that day.
He freaked out but in the most amazing way.
He started to compare me to my roommate and telling me that I was beautiful and smart, wonderful and different from all the girls. I didn’t need to try to be skinny like the French girls because I was already what I needed to be. He reminded me that I really want to do Makeup and I am going to school for it. He reminded me that I wanted to travel in my life and he found me in the south of France. He just was trying to get me to understand that I was living my dreams and that there was nothing that I should be hiding, downplaying, regretting, or envying. I was already doing what I had been dreaming about for years.
I’m not doing the conversation justice but I am so happy that I met him and it very ironic that I met him on Thanksgiving night, he reminded me of all that things that I am so lucky to be doing, possess, and living through.
I feel so lucky to be me.
I feel so lucky to be healthy.
I feel so lucky to know that I have friends that love me.
I feel so lucky to know that I get to go home to the United States.
I hope everyone’s thanksgiving was an amazing one and you all understand how wonderful you are, how important you are, and especially how lucky you are.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
Megan

The way they drive here is a trip!

London
Well I arrived in London just fine and dandy. The flight went well and even the train ride to get to Lindsey. God I was happy to see her. It was like a small trip home. The first night I was there was Thursday and I got there late enough that we just chilled out and ate. It was a pretty good night. She shares an amazing apartment with like 5 other girls but it is niiiiice. The next day we rode the London Eye. It’s basically the biggest Farris wheel you can imagine but with gigantic pods instead f seated cages. It was pretty sweet and I got some awesome photos. Then we saw Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, and HARRY POTTER. Apparently at their movie theaters you can buy alcohol and ice cream buckets. Not fare but I am loving London at this point.
Saturday we went on a Commercial walk called the Blood and Tears walk. We went all over London learning about what murder took place where and how long ago. It was awesome. AND Sweeney Todd was real. We saw where the pie shop was, where the barbershop was and learned all about the tunnels and such. My favorite part of the trip. Really.
I saw the Shakespeare’s globe theater, the tower bridge, the HMS Belfast, Kings Cross Station…. Lots of touristy stuff.
Here is the Meganwantedtostarttocry part of the story. I was supposed to take a train back to the airport. It was the easiest way since I don’t understand the tube system. Well wouldn’t you know if the trains weren’t running from my station so I had to catch 3 different trains to get to another station, get lost, buy another far too expensive ticket to catch an above ground train to another station and switch AGAIN to another train. I got to the airport just as there were closing my flights check-in. I am hating London at this point. I bought a Mcflurry to calm my self down. That worked.
Back to france thank god. The exchange rate doesn’t kill as many people here.

Megan

Megan Has a Crush

so this morning i woke up with a slight hang over and the realization that i am a shameless flirt. so after dinner julie and i decided a beer was a right thing to do <> we told ourselves. we get to the bar about 10 and get a beer from the cute bar tender whom looks an aweful lot like Andrew Staker from NY. we met some canadians again that we had given directions to earlier in the weeks and drank with htem. apperently they are the favorite patrons of the bar at the time so Ariel the bartender was over talking to us. SHAMELESS FLIRTING!! i was talking to him about his names and starring into his eyes and resting my chin on his arm as we talked all cute and close. god...
hes very cute and very nice though.
so end that.
Im in london at lindseys appartement right now. htere are lots of things to talk about and what not but its bed time so that will have to wait.
lindsey says hi
its good to see an american friend

Nap @ 1000 meters

so hier Julie, Robert, and i all decided. yes what a good idea to climb a moutain. the moutain taht we can see from our bathroom window has veen callin our name for weeks now. i had the map so of course we got offhte bus on hte wrong trail and got lost. but every thing was beautiful enev though we hadto rturn back. we eventualy met a great German guy named Paul (who was lost too) and together we found the correct trail; with no help from me or my map. the hiketo the top was the biggest bitch of a mother fucker ever. it took us 2 hours of actual extreme virtcal leg twitching climbing that i have ever done. my dear got that was fucking hard. but hte view was incrediblme and the photos of Mt St Victore 05 are incredible and EVERYONE will see it when i get home. you wont find a way around it. there was a monastery and a huge cross at the top so we hung out tehre for a really long time. there was a really flat ledge next to a HUGE ASS cliff that in american would have had a huge fence around it telling me to be safe but not in france oh no. so me and my friends curlled up on the ledge and took one of hte most dangerous shut eyes ever. it was so scary to open your eyes and all you can see is a vast expanse of air. when it was time to head down paul went down the another way to get his car so we said a tearful good bye and took another 2 hours to get down the mountain in growing darkenss. the sunset was one of the most impressive i have ever seen. the awesome part of this story is i messed up the bus times so we would have had a hardtime getting home but at the base of teh mountian Paul had driven to meet use and brought us back to the city. god, everyone i meet here is so fucking amazing. i'm liking it. i think i hacve about 9 weeks left.
cant wait to see my friends
Megan

Germans arent just for porn?!?!

i take back my previous understanding of the german people. i had, for quite some time? assumed taht all they did was build walls, burn bridges, tear down walls, and of course make porn. every time i heard someone speak german i instantly got porn clips running through my head but not awesome ones. ones taht would feature shit. the point is i met a very nice German guy named Raphiel and to my suprise his voice doesnt make me think he is having sex while standing in front of me. thats all i have to say about that. oh and brown and black APPERENTLY match now.
I had an amazing weekend. Raphiel broight me and Julie to his house and we met a bunch of people from Marsielle and Belgium. We had an amazing 5 course dinner and drank a lot of wine. it was awesome to speak with realy french people in a setting like that. we actually learned quite a lot about the language and things not to say. it was a great night and i get to teach Raphiel how to do a flip turn. colour me excited!
OH an i gave directions to my first tourists. i no longer am a random exchange student wandering the streets. i live here!
also, i went to a dinner function at a place called la cave, its a cave, and spoke with french people there as well. interestingly enough i learned taht if you tell a french person they never cook its an insult. who knew. not me because i did it.
on friday i am goingto climb the mountain that i can see from my bathroom window. i think i posted a photo of it. maybe not ill get on that.
this weekend i am GOING to plan my chirstmas break. i have to
gonna happen
no more putting it off
uh uh!
its food time
au revoir

playing a little catch up

So life as ussual right now. i got back from Barcelona about 6am on tuesday and man oh man did that suck. Barcelona was a great time but like i said my body was realing. i would deffiently go back. I went to the beach and sat topless smoking weed while getting a kick-ass massage by a random Korean lady. I drank $1.50 shots at a Shooter Bar and learned what exactly how many different types of flaming shots I could have before my body put its foot down. I rode a lion. I saw some typical Spainish flamenco dancing and awesome opera and flamenco singers. I walked all over that damn city and only found two Starbucks, that’s amazing. I saw a park that Dr. Suess would be proud of Called Park Guell. I saw a very large church called Sagrada Famillia. Its been under construction for the last 100 years and still isn’t finished. The architect, Guadie (sp), was building hte church and took a step back to admire it and was hit by a bus. that but a bit of a hault in the production. I visited the museum of erotica and fucking loved every second of it!! i got a bunch of really cool photos of it but of course i can not figure out how to upload htem into the blog properly. i suck. I went to the picasso museum and got a kick ass shirt.
lets talk about the night life in Barcelona. first off the hostel we stayed at called Kabul had a happy hour from 6:30 to 7:30 and had litter heinikens (sp) 2 for 1 at 3 euro. so in an hour you were drunk then you had to eat dinner about 9 and then go out around 1 or 2 am. NOBODY goes to sleep till 5:30 am at hte earliest. DONT EVEN TRY. it wont work. i tried. it didnt work. the night clubs are fucking awesome though. they have half naked bartenders that dance on the counter tops. if any of the know me at all you will know i was pretty happy.
there are street performers almost all night and they range all over hte board. there was a guy pertending to take a shit, a girl caughti n the wind, artists, human statues, fat guys in drag...the list oes on and on.
i suggest anyone wanting to go to do so but watch your bag. a bunch of people got things stolen like a purse or and wallet...pj pants. weird place.
i'd go back.
food time them learn time.
au revoir.
tout le monde me manque!!

Only Slutty Americans Smile

HEY!!
I wenttoBarcelona and got my ass and liver kickedin the worstway. was a great time.
moreon that later.
the growinglist of places ann has yet to find
Cassis
Barcelona
Camargue
St. Marie de la mare

hop to Biatch!!