Sometimes I miss Paris so much that my heart hurts.

I stumble upon a picture by accident and there's is a real, stabbing
pain in my heart.

*is in pain*
*misses Paris*

Strangely, this never happens with London. I see London and get all
happy just knowing it is there. Paris, I hurt because it is there and
I'm not.
(but I'm going back in June. Just so you know, heart. Now stop hurting.)
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( Jan. 2nd, 2006 11:17 pm)
I cannot look at pictures of Paris without feeling a longing in my heart that truly hurts. Physically. And when it stops, it leaves me with this empty, unnerving feeling inside, as if there is someplace I should be right now, other than here.

See, I really really want to buy a horse, and Paris is the one city you do not want to live in if you have a horse, but I miss it so much. I wonder if I should just go to Paris for a week or so next year, walk along the Seine, have lunch in the coutryard of the Louvre and pretend that I never ever have to leave.
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( Mar. 11th, 2005 03:08 pm)
NCIS fic quote of the day:
Gibbs rushed into the bullpen; with an invisible puff smoke in his trail.

If anyone's wondering where I am, I'm sleeping. Or I was sleeping. Sleep and work, that was all I did this week. Yes, it was as boring as it sounds.
Now I'm waiting for a friend who'll stay with me this weekend, so again no time to lj.
BTW, [livejournal.com profile] castalie?
If we are going to meet, it would have to be next weekend, then I'm going back home.

Out walks Oceana, with an invisible puff smoke in her trail.
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( Mar. 5th, 2005 11:38 pm)
Yesterday I stood in the supermarket for about fifteen minutes, staring at the fridge shelf trying to decide if I could afford the extravagancy of straciatella yogurt in my scarce Parisian budget and my everlasting attempts to diet.
It was a Non-Fat diet low sugar version i had my eye on.

I decided against it, and then -after passing by the shelf another couple of times - finally grabbed it on my way out.

This evening, I ate the first pack and it was absolutely delicious. Crispy dark chocolate, sweet and creamy yogurt, melting on my tongue...
*licks lips*

I congratulated myself on my wise shopping decision, took a look at the lable, and discovered that...

...I had grabbed the cream yogurt full sugar more calories than you can shake a stick at (or rather shake your butt to get rid of) real chocolate deluxe version.

*cries*

I'm just telling you this because this episode has made it obvious that I need a personal assistant.
Please leave your application in the comments.

I can't pay, but I have been told that I give a mean massage. Possibly sexual favours.

I'll be over here, eating another yogurt.
Despite the crappiness of earlier this evening, and me still not having light, I feel full of love for my fandoms and for you guys.
Thank you for the wonderful discussions during the last days, and for giving me something to look forward to when I come home from work and am all alone in my little, dark appartment.

*hugs you all*

But really, having just answered about fifty comments from the last days, I do not feel capable of answering any more today. At least not anything that requires me to think. *g*
I hope you'll forgive me, I'll be back tomorrow.
I realize that I'm involved in slash fandom for almost four years now, and I have no idea what I ever did before that. Did I even have a life? And if so, how boring was it?

Also, I'd like to say hello to the mindboggling number of people who have friended me during the last weeks. I'm not sure what you are all doing here, but hey, as long as you are having fun, you are more than welcome. ;-)<At least I hope you are having fun. I know I have. ;-) If I haven't friended you back however, this could be for one of several reasons: - you are crazy axe-murdering psychos - you only ever post memes and don't know how to use the cut tag (in which case you can still be perfectly nice individuals, but I prefer not to have you on my daily reading list) - you never talk to me *whines* - you haven't bribed me with NCIS fic yet - most probably, I haven't found the time. Yes, I know, it seems like all I ever do is talk, surely I have no real life and work, but I'll let you in on a secret: I multitask a lot. I have no time at all. In fact, I should probably be asleep right now if I ever want more than five hours sleep per night, but, well, I guess I don't want more than five hours. Who needs that much sleep anyway? It's nothing personal, however, unless, well... -...it's a conspiracy
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( Jan. 28th, 2005 09:56 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] jadespencer357 is so bored that she wants to see pictures of my new shoes: )

I know, not very exciting, but then, I'm not that exciting either. And I find them pretty. Plus, I really needed new black shoes for work.
And the best thing: 30 Euro per pair. They were on sale and cost more than 100 Euro each before.
There was no way I could resist. I would have bought more shoes if I wasn't a starving student who can't even pay the rent on her own.
Hm.
Maybe tomorrow...
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( Jan. 21st, 2005 02:51 pm)
Okay, someone is trying to drive me insane.
There is this noise in the house, I can't say what it is. But it sounds exactly like the first two notes of Sting's " Seven Days".
Only the first two!
I woldn't mind i they played the whole song, but it's only the first two notes. And it's been going on for the last week at least, always in the evening, in irregular intervals. And it's always the same, no other noise, no variations...

ARGH!

I'm this close to killing that someone or something. If I only kew where to find it...
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I like to watch people. Drinking coffee somewhere with a good friend, watching people is one of my favourite hobbies. I like to imagine what they do for a living, where they come from, what their lives are like.
And the Paris' Metro is a heaven for people-watchers like me.

You can probably skip this, since I'm mainly talking to myself about women I saw in the Metro )
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( Jan. 18th, 2005 06:20 pm)
Things I should do:

- write applications
- write important emails
- wash things
- do the dishes

Things I could do instead:
- answer lj comments
- watch new CSI Miami
- read [livejournal.com profile] raqs's "Two Sides of the Coin" (I'm probably the only one who hasn't read it yet)

*ponders*

Well, that decision wasn't hard at all.
*goes off to read*
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I'm on my second glass of red wine, smoking a cigarette and reading slash.
Not bad, I'd say, even though I'd have loved to go dance somewhere tonight. That's where I miss home, no people to go out with. Otherwise, I'm very happy to be away from everything for a while.

My method of buying red wine in a french supermarket, for those of you who care: )

Sante!
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( Jan. 4th, 2005 09:01 pm)
I installed Bittorrent and I have download speeds of 100 kB/s +. Wow.
I think I'm going to move here permanently.
At this rate, it'll take not more than an hour or two to download the new CSI Miami and Atlantis.
I'm getting a bit desperate here. Finding a place to live in Paris seems to be impossible.
Want to know how I spent my day?
Study group in the morning, phoning various youth houses and student homes in Paris all afternoon, training in the evening.
I did not do anything fun today.

So, I said to myself. There is this things called fandom. It's the place where all the cool people hang out, from all over the world, and someone in that place must be able to help me.
Maybe someone has a friend who lives in Paris and knows about an empty appartment.
A friend who studied or worked in Paris and could tell me where they lived.
A friend who lives in Paris and goes abroad next year, who is looking for a fellow fan to guard his appartment for three months.
ANYTHING that will get me a place to live in Paris.

This is a plea for help. I am looking for an appartment/room/studio in Paris up to 650 Eurp per month. (I'm going to be so poor. *cries*) for three month next year.
I am a nice person and pay my rent and do everything that nice people do in appartments, and nothing that the bad people do.

If there is anyone who thinks that they can help me, who has a friend who could help me etc. please leave a comment, or drop me a mail at oceana2602 @ gmail.com

I would be very very grateful if you could pass this along, so that many people get to see it. There must be someone who can help me.
This is fandom. Anything is possible, right?
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