The Paris Rant

Yes, I have a brand new blog. A brand new, very pink blog. The pink is surprising. I can't, and I won't, guarantee that it will be updated regularly, but my UConn experience got me into the habit of posting rambling updates on my life to the interwebs in genera,, and hey, currently the summer is looking infinite. Anywyays.

I want to go to Paris. I really do. I've been a Francophile ever since my parents welcomed mon grand frere Laurent (a French exchange student, but I was 2), into their Colorado home. My spoken French is appalling, and my writing is even worse, but I still continue to have a love affair with that glamorous land across the water. Aside from all that, though, is the fact that in a few days' time the UConn girls will be meeting there for what will hopefully be the first of many reunions, and, due to money and stupid weekend job, I can't go. I want to go, but I can't. This was how things stood yesterday. I was annoyed, yes, but there wasn't a lot I could do about the situation.

Today, everything changed. I've been putting off admitting that I can't make Paris because, well, that's what I do. I finally put it in writing in my grand, end-of-blog post yesterday on my Going to Connecticut site. Today, then, while talking on Skype, my Dad told me that he would have paid, had I told him sooner.
Gah is the phrase I would normally use in a situation like this. Gah and bother and humbug. It's too late to sort it out now- too late, and too expensive, and also I kind of have this unfortunate weekend job stacking shelves and communicating in grunts at the local Tesco's which should, fingers crossed, be starting on Saturday. (I hope. I really hope. Because if it doesn't I am going to be doubly pissed.) So I'm upset and annoyed with myself and also reconsidering all the things which I will now be missing. Bother bother, people. Bother bother.

Next week, if I can be bothered, I'll update you on the aftermath of all this. I might also talk about Teraria / Glee / accounts / writing (lack thereof) / shelf stacking, or none of the above. We will see.