...they forget to get their haircut

overheard chez la coiffeuse:

in response to the statement that australia is a continent:

thing 1: "oh. no, i think it's austral-asia, or austrasian."

thing 2: "no no. australia is its own continent. a continent is a land mass that is generally surrounded by a body of water. there are 7 continents. australia, europe, africa, south africa, wait, no, just africa. north america, south america, asia, north pole, south pole. oh that's 8. i guess north pole and south pole count as one."

           

                   has anyone seen this? from the "it gets better" campaign.

bazille's studio, by the man himself. i spy manet, and a still life by monet.
i want to go to there.

youz a slippery one

per usual, i had a weird dream the other night. i was mothering a mini baby who was not mine. i must have adopted him or he was gifted to me. the baby was kind of like that stewie character from family guy, except really really small. anyway, it was a long dream and i remember at one point being near a pool with lots of moss in and around it. i think i was directing a mason how to fix the pool area. the most vivid part of the dream was after i had given lil pooks a bath. i was holding him in the palm of my hand and drying him off, and he just slipped out of my hand and fell on the floor. i freaked out, obviously, but he just looked at me and said, "it's ok. happens all the time."

  

clémence

clémence, my 6 year old neighbor, just came over for a half hour while her mom went to run an errand. she had a sucker in her mouth, so everything she said was all mumbly jumbly. we played a game she brought with her. on small wooden planks of wood are drawings of baby animals and their titles. the goal is to lay them out and match the animals on one plank with another plank of wood that has the same drawing. i was thinking we were going to play "memory," one of my fave childhood games that provided me with hours of entertainment. WHERE THE FUCK IS THE BABY LAMB!? OH AH NOOO I KNEW IT!  WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME?! hm. now that i'm giving it some thought, i may have learned to regret while playing memory. ohh life. speaking of life, the game of life and also candyland belong up there on my faves list. maybe chutes and ladders, but that always irritated me. why are you going down the slide? get back up that ladder, fool. and the version with snakes made my skin crawl.
            

back to the jeune fille. i googled the name clémence and found a forum discussing whether or not it's a BCBG name. ha. see below a cute description, in french, that describes the "profil psychologique" of girls named clémence.

"Pour vous, la vie est une aventure passionnante : en aucun cas vous ne la boudez. Les vicissitudes de l'existence ont très peu d'emprise sur votre moral, car vous êtes animée d'un enthousiasme toujours renouvelé. Si vous tombez, vous vous relèverez le plus vite possible et reprendrez votre marche comme si rien n'était arrivé."


basically says that a clémence is a passionate person who loves and embraces life with open arms, and doesn't avoid it. when she falls, she always gets back up as if she had never fallen.


makes me want to read my horoscope. 

dancin with muh-seh-elf

i made a friend. her name is camille. she is rull purdy, in her late 20's and engaged to this super adorable manchild named something french who won me over when he offered me a glass of champagne while dining in a restau. gaw i'm such a lush. camille invited me to a party tonight at their place in centre ville to celebrate a "concour" that whatshisface won...i think that's texto for a "competition" of some sort.
it is during these times, though rare, when i really wish i had a PIC (partner in crime, not like i'm into criminal acts or anything). i feel nervation nation to go alone, but i must,  in the wise words of every bored gym teacher, "suck it up." 

bursting at the seams

corinne warned me that blogging would become an obsession. i am incredibly green when it comes to this whole new world (shoutout INTENDED), but i really feel like the blogosphere is my new bf. am i jumping the gun here? should we slow it down, Blog and i? i mean, i just raced home from class to document rando shit that flashed into my mind. is that normal?!
i'm actin all ali larter in the critically acclaimed film, obsessed. scary.