sweet dreams are made of these. who am i to disagree?

i have two very exciting weekends coming up! my darling friend, alexis, who was frequently discussed in my kenzalicious blog last year, informed me on monday morning that she would be coming to paris this thursday, yes, as in two days from now! i can't wait! mecano, here we come. i have to save my feet for all the going out that we will be doing. mmmmmm i can just taste the vodka pommes now...

the kanye tix are in. the france-maroc soccer tix are in. beaujolais nouveau is next thursday. craziness will be next weekend.

i sometimes wonder how i was chosen to come to paris to intern, how i had that mad amount of luck. i remember applying for this job, knowing that if chosen, i could be placed virtually anywhere. and to be back in paris just amazes me. my friend and i took a walk this afternoon to get coffee, which ended up not being coffee, but a trip to place de trocadero. i had no idea we were so close! on the way back to the grind (which was not really grinding much today), we stopped for a pastry. too bad i like chocolate. too bad i like sugar. actually, i take that back. paris would be no fun if you didn't like the foods that are bad for you. i love pastries. enough said.

when i was walking to the metro tonight to begin my journey back to the 19th, i looked up and the eiffel tour just sort of emerged from behind the buildings. it is stuff like that that just makes me smile and have a little moment with myself.

i immediately took off my heels when in got through my door. i have a hole in the toe next to the little guy on my right foot. it literally is this hole on the top from having a blister and then not letting it heal. and now it just wont. it is ridiculously painful, but some outfits do require heels. but my outfit did not require them once i was through my door. they came off, i braced myself and cracked my feet and took the first few painful steps of letting my feet release and breathe. i flipped on the radio. this is where my dorky self came out. this horrible song from the 80s, maybe early 90s was on. it was that 'sweet dreams are made of these, blah blah blah' song and you know what? the song sucks and it is wholly annoying, but it was in english and it was just candy to my ears and soul. i whipped off my trousers (no shoes or pants necessary here) and busted out to that wretched tune. thank god my shutters are shut. i can't even tell you how amazing it felt to be really weird. i work in a professional environment. i can't act ridiculous at work. i save all that energy up and then dance around my apartment.

even though he didn't see me sans pants, claude is back. that bastard stalker of mine has been around now and again, although he had disappeared for awhile once i realized i had shutters. i dont know what is so enthralling about watching an apartment with the shutters closed, smoking cigarettes, and talking on a cellphone. oh claude, what are we gonna do with you? too bad i threw my old moldy jack-o-lantern away, i could have thrown it at him.

strasbourg train tickets are in! i couldn't believe it - i ordered them yesterday afternoon from work. how in the hell did they get them to me so fast? amazingness.

im almost halfway done with my job. time is flying by! c'est triste, trop triste. i love paris. it is home.