It’s almost the new year, kids! I have a ton of New Year’s resolutions that I’m probably going to forget about around January 15th, but…BUT…there is one that I’m really going to keep. I’m going to speak French so well that I don’t have to think about/translate every single word I say.
You see how I’m just spitting out words right now with no thought and no hesitation and I’m just talking and talking and I could go on and on and on about my new reed diffuser or how my car got scratched or that I lost about thirteen Chapsticks this year? That’s how I want to be with French. But less annoying and more interesting, obviously. And even if it takes me all the way to December 31, 2019, I will succeed!
Soyez prêt !
I hope you all have a great New Year’s Eve, whatever that means for you! And for the love of God, don’t all of you descend upon my gym on January 1st and take all of the treadmills, mmkay? I already don’t want to be there, and I ain’t waiting 45 minutes. I’d just give up and go home to eat croissants. Don’t do that to ya girl!
I just finished wrapping my goddaughter’s and sister’s Christmas gifts, one of which is a pair of cashmere overalls. I know it’s kinda silly to buy cashmere for babies, but I couldn’t help it. They’re so cute!
How could I deny them something so soft and beautiful?
I ordered a dresser a couple of weeks ago, and it was finally delivered. I was so excited until I realized that the box was missing the screws to put the legs on. It was annoying, but like “first-world problems” annoying, so I didn’t spiral (but I wanted to!). I called the company I bought it from and they told me that they’d give me a partial refund if I’d figure it out myself. I’m obviously paraphrasing here. But, of course, I jumped on that, because I’m cheap and also resourceful. So yesterday, I did indeed figure it out myself, and now I have a gorgeous dresser at a discounted price!
This is it, by the way.
I mean…how gorgeous?!!! I love this thing. Merry Christmas to me. Since we’re on the topic of clothes and furniture, check out my new blog http://www.etrenoir.com . I’m going to be talking about all of my decorating over there.
I’ve gotta run to the farmer’s market. I need a bunch of different spices to make my Christmas dinner contributions. Usually, I have one of my friends (he’s an amazing cook) make a big tin of macaroni & cheese for me, and then I just tell everyone that I made it. I have very little shame about this kind of thing. But I decided to make the macaroni myself this year. Because I’ve been taking cooking classes for a while, I’m feeling a lot more confident in the kitchen. We’ll see!
The grocery store is gonna be a zoo, so I’d better get it over with!
I had to come to work at 5 this morning. Not wake up at 5am. Be sitting at my desk at 5am. I almost cried when my alarm went off. But here I am, at my desk on time. Because I’m an adult. And I need money to pay my bills. If anyone knows a way around our current monetary system, lemme know.
Christmas is almost here! I feel like it has already come and gone, because I felt like it was Christmas on my trip to Paris. So now I have to get back into a festive mood somehow. I could put up my Christmas tree, but…for one week? It hardly seems worth it. Maybe I’ll buy a wreath. I don’t know. I think I got my Christmas high too early, and now I’ve crashed and burned. Also, it’s 61 degrees today in December, and that’s really killing my Christmas mood.
My job provided The Slutty Vegan for everyone today. It was delicious. I didn’t expect it to be so good, but I was wrong. Check it out even if you’re not a vegan!
I’m still waiting for my parents to stop playing around and just give me my trust fund already. But until then, I’ve gotta get back to earning a living.
Today is our last full day in Paris. The time has gone by too fast.
But, guys… Saturday? Madness. The majority of the Paris rioters usually convene around the Champs-Élysées, which is in the eighth arrondissement. Our hotel is also in the eighth arrondissement. I had no idea the extent of these riots. I mean, look at this:
I was marginally worried that they would decide to come into the hotel and start rioting, but the staff told us not to worry about that, that they wouldn’t. And the staff didn’t seem to be too worried about it, so I tried to put it out of my mind and just enjoy the hotel.
I also had a facial, which was lovely and my skin looked great afterward, but–I was also bankrupt afterward. Ah, well. It kept my mind off being possibly dragged from the hotel by rioters and beaten to death in the streets!
On Sunday everything was calm again. The streets were clean and people were out strolling to bakeries and such. Kinda like nothing had ever happened, which was a complete mindfuck. But midday, I decided to go out and re-join the city, too.
Yesterday, we went to the Christmas market in Tuileries Garden and the catacombs. I also found a New Year’s Eve dress, and I can’t wait to tell everyone on New Year’s Eve that my dress is from Paris. I mean… It’s from Zara, but Zara in Paris. Gonna be pretty insufferable, I must warn you.
Today I went out in search of a home decor item that I could bring back and look at every day (and also tell all my visitors that it’s Parisian), and I found it. I’ll show it to you later after I’ve had a chance to take some really good pictures of it!
Alright–I’ve only got about 18 hours left to enjoy the best city in the world.