waiting for something to come through...

that stupid feeeeling. from chainsmoking in a brioche dorée and the doldrum weather and having to deal with my no hair tie. and not being able to find a cardigan, anywhere. and my host mother being awkward and asking me if the chicken wasn't good, and looking at my broken jacket zipper and saying that it's a lost cause. (but then, me going to a shop which sells the same jackets, and a nice girl who called the company up and then told me that there was a petit souci on the assembly line and that of course she would send it back. and the sharpnosed look of french guys (and the makeup on their girlfriends, whoo). and wishing i were elsewhere.

updates. the address and phone number which you might have for me are completely or partially incorrect and therefore, it will do you NO GOOD to write me or call me. my address is in fact

Joanne Yun
Chez Mme Schreier-Ferraris
33, rue Vaubecour
69002 Lyon, France

and my phone number is 011-33-6-66125728. i'm sure it's so wise to just post this up there, and i'm equally sure that it serves no purpose except to show that i am an idiot and don't know how to get things done properly (viz, realize that i live in an apartment building or not lose my cell phone.) yay!

hmm, what to say this time?

rhythm is a dancer.
"okay okay, so like umm never, occasionally, sometimes, often, always: when you're by yourself, do you imagine scenarios which are going on and-"
"um, 100 percent always?"

and did i ever document two months ago the the waves/friends ish implications of l'auberge espagnole? and how tryyying it is to even think that conversations with non-english speaking people will be fructueux. like and why do i write like this? like and why??

this computer lab at 16 qcb = always mildewy hot from no ventilation and the heavy breathing of the computer users therein. and it's true that i can't even speak english anymore but it seems to funnel out of my fingertips nonetheless. good/bad? nice came and went as did fabio and fabrizio. and chorzee. erg and ... broken car windows and many many bottles of wine consumed in the open and under cover. and i bought these ugly boots yesterday. why? i can never decide whether i need to shop with other people or i hate shopping with other people (you could even take out 'shopping with' and have a pretty good question. just read erick's blog, maybe why that is why i hate this style right now. and i feel like...i want to know where i'm going to live next semester, and what my scarf will look like when i'm finished with it...and which major and minor european cities are really worth my time and petulant gaze. this weekend?