Friday, September 09, 2005
The Beginning...not.
In the beginning there was light. Orange hued light from the small laundry room that my mother converted into a 'computer room' just because there are too many rooms and she does not know what to do with them all.
It is not really a computer room. It is more of a storage area for every electronic good that does not work and which my mother dares not throw because she knows she will feel guilty about that later on. So here I am, sitting quite uncomfortably among all the junk, writing about the beginning; the beginning of my supposedly 'crazy adventures'.
Actually, this is not the beginning. This is more like the prelude; the space between nothing and the beginning. The question is, what happens before the beginning?
A lot of packing. Dust. Cats. Crazy parents and zits. I am going to Paris in 5 days. That is when the 'craziness' starts, I hope. Right now, I am preparing for it. Excited? I should say so.
According to mom, I am breaking out because I feel nervous about the trip. One year in Paris is pretty nerve-wrecking. In addition I am going to live, as an au-pair, with a French family so there the pressure mounts even higher. I guess I will have to forgo packing my dildo. *sigh* Then again, I am sure I will find enough of the french versions in Paris. haha. ahem... right... moving along...
According to me, the breakouts are due to my hormones going ballistic on me since I have stopped taking the Pill. Add to that, the 48*C weather and high humidity just about kills my skin. I also do not drink enough water. My cats, scratching my face, do not help and the fact that I am allergic to them just piles up the trauma on my skin.
The dust and the packing go hand in hand. For the past three months I have not touched my room which is another small storage room converted into a bedroom (my real bedroom, which is a way lot bigger, has been taken over by my cats) . Therefore, dust collected on all my stuff. Since I have to put all my dust laden crap into my very, very small suitcase I have stirred up a dust storm in my little prison. Again, my allergies come full force. This time, I think I should be blamed but hey, when the vacuum cleaner is from the 1980's and sucks like an asthmatic old fogey you would not feel like using it either.
As for the crazy parents, they are only insane because they are paranoid conspiracy theorists.
In the beginning there was light. Orange hued light from the small laundry room that my mother converted into a 'computer room' just because there are too many rooms and she does not know what to do with them all.
It is not really a computer room. It is more of a storage area for every electronic good that does not work and which my mother dares not throw because she knows she will feel guilty about that later on. So here I am, sitting quite uncomfortably among all the junk, writing about the beginning; the beginning of my supposedly 'crazy adventures'.
Actually, this is not the beginning. This is more like the prelude; the space between nothing and the beginning. The question is, what happens before the beginning?
A lot of packing. Dust. Cats. Crazy parents and zits. I am going to Paris in 5 days. That is when the 'craziness' starts, I hope. Right now, I am preparing for it. Excited? I should say so.
According to mom, I am breaking out because I feel nervous about the trip. One year in Paris is pretty nerve-wrecking. In addition I am going to live, as an au-pair, with a French family so there the pressure mounts even higher. I guess I will have to forgo packing my dildo. *sigh* Then again, I am sure I will find enough of the french versions in Paris. haha. ahem... right... moving along...
According to me, the breakouts are due to my hormones going ballistic on me since I have stopped taking the Pill. Add to that, the 48*C weather and high humidity just about kills my skin. I also do not drink enough water. My cats, scratching my face, do not help and the fact that I am allergic to them just piles up the trauma on my skin.
The dust and the packing go hand in hand. For the past three months I have not touched my room which is another small storage room converted into a bedroom (my real bedroom, which is a way lot bigger, has been taken over by my cats) . Therefore, dust collected on all my stuff. Since I have to put all my dust laden crap into my very, very small suitcase I have stirred up a dust storm in my little prison. Again, my allergies come full force. This time, I think I should be blamed but hey, when the vacuum cleaner is from the 1980's and sucks like an asthmatic old fogey you would not feel like using it either.
As for the crazy parents, they are only insane because they are paranoid conspiracy theorists.
# posted by Mare @ 1:53 PM 
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Hahha!!
I can't believe they stole your bedroom from you! Those damned cats!!
Oh, and I have to tell you I had this REALLY fucked up dream about a week ago. I was visiting my mom and dad, and all of a sudden my dad tells me that he doesn't have enough money for me to continue my education in American and is sending me to France instead. I had a friken heart attack!! I seriously think I was hyperventilating in my sleep...I was thinking about how I wouldn't be able to understand a damned word of French, how I woulnd't know anyone when I got there, and I kept thinking I'd be stuck there forever and ever!!! ahhh....I don't know, I think I'm just freaking out about you going away for that long.
I hope my dream/nightmare didn't freak you out too much. I hope you have a great, crazy adventure in Paris. And make sure you check those French people for VD's! Please take care of yourself and keep in touch.
I love you,
*hugs*
~Tanya
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I can't believe they stole your bedroom from you! Those damned cats!!
Oh, and I have to tell you I had this REALLY fucked up dream about a week ago. I was visiting my mom and dad, and all of a sudden my dad tells me that he doesn't have enough money for me to continue my education in American and is sending me to France instead. I had a friken heart attack!! I seriously think I was hyperventilating in my sleep...I was thinking about how I wouldn't be able to understand a damned word of French, how I woulnd't know anyone when I got there, and I kept thinking I'd be stuck there forever and ever!!! ahhh....I don't know, I think I'm just freaking out about you going away for that long.
I hope my dream/nightmare didn't freak you out too much. I hope you have a great, crazy adventure in Paris. And make sure you check those French people for VD's! Please take care of yourself and keep in touch.
I love you,
*hugs*
~Tanya
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