Wanted: friend with 500+ dolars, ability to eat French food without complaint a must

My mother has discovered this quite interesting website on which, right before Spring break, for about 600 dollars, one can buy a trip. Not a super organized, freaky 'we lead you around via a ring through the nose to places you don't want to see' package, but one only pays 600$ for airfare and lovely hotel rooms. It's very much not a scam, i.e. no danger of ending up in 'Hotel Le Roche' or accidentally signing a contract selling yourself into prostitution when buying the thing. Which is always a big concern... Anyway, we don't yet know where exactly we'll be going, as one buys the things a few days before one leaves (thus the cheapness!).

Mexico City is, like, the worst case scenario of options, while options in Paris, London, Florence and even Fair Frankfurt are v. appealing to me. My mom says, if I want, I can bring a friend as long as she puts out (heh) her share of the money and brings some spare cash for food/activities, though my mum will help with some of that (i.e. she's not going to demand that you pay for your ice cream/split the dinner check). Kel, tho, might not be favorably disposed to offer herself up as a traveling companion because of her deep, undying hate for the French ever since they served her that baloney... (literally- the lunch meat, not the issuing of untrue statements).

Anyway, if you don't know the amusing baloney story, Kel would be delighted to tell you. Over and over and over again, in fact. If you don't know her, I've memorized the exact wording and gestures thanks to the many repetitions so can replicate the experience.

I realize that, for some, 600$ is not readily at hand, and am not trying to bum anyone out by presenting an offer they can't jump on. But if it is a possibility for you, I need someone to do 'teenager'/'Erin's a big History Geek' things with, so as to avoid Euro Disney (btw, ewwwwwww) and not be a big geek/rape target stumbling around the cool sights of Paris lonely and alone. Please comment if you have the slightest window of opportunity! I don't want to drag my little sister Molly around the Louvre and be glared at by the French as she whines that she hates museums (even art museums, despite being an artist herself- weird) and just wants to visit the huge Gap of Paris after we finish my stupid outing.

BTW, Spring break is March 20-29. I'm hoping some of you people I haven't seen in Many Moons may be able to go, as I miss you something wretched. I know Meg isn't reading this and has Big Plans, and that it's probably a facile hope that Ruth and Sarah's (or even Jess- despite having met her, like, once and only talked via AIM since she was really cool, and would totally save my sorry ass from the clutches of Euro Disney) free times align with mine, but it's worth a try, sending the offer out. Not that my Columbia friends aren't awesome and equally invited! And kel, if you've found it in your heart to forgive France...

Wanted: friend with 500+ dolars, ability to eat French food without complaint a must

My mother has discovered this quite interesting website on which, right before Spring break, for about 600 dollars, one can buy a trip. Not a super organized, freaky 'we lead you around via a ring through the nose to places you don't want to see' package, but one only pays 600$ for airfare and lovely hotel rooms. It's very much not a scam, i.e. no danger of ending up in 'Hotel Le Roche' or accidentally signing a contract selling yourself into prostitution when buying the thing. Which is always a big concern... Anyway, we don't yet know where exactly we'll be going, as one buys the things a few days before one leaves (thus the cheapness!).

Mexico City is, like, the worst case scenario of options, while options in Paris, London, Florence and even Fair Frankfurt are v. appealing to me. My mom says, if I want, I can bring a friend as long as she puts out (heh) her share of the money and brings some spare cash for food/activities, though my mum will help with some of that (i.e. she's not going to demand that you pay for your ice cream/split the dinner check). Kel, tho, might not be favorably disposed to offer herself up as a traveling companion because of her deep, undying hate for the French ever since they served her that baloney... (literally- the lunch meat, not the issuing of untrue statements).

Anyway, if you don't know the amusing baloney story, Kel would be delighted to tell you. Over and over and over again, in fact. If you don't know her, I've memorized the exact wording and gestures thanks to the many repetitions so can replicate the experience.

I realize that, for some, 600$ is not readily at hand, and am not trying to bum anyone out by presenting an offer they can't jump on. But if it is a possibility for you, I need someone to do 'teenager'/'Erin's a big History Geek' things with, so as to avoid Euro Disney (btw, ewwwwwww) and not be a big geek/rape target stumbling around the cool sights of Paris lonely and alone. Please comment if you have the slightest window of opportunity! I don't want to drag my little sister Molly around the Louvre and be glared at by the French as she whines that she hates museums (even art museums, despite being an artist herself- weird) and just wants to visit the huge Gap of Paris after we finish my stupid outing.

BTW, Spring break is March 20-29. I'm hoping some of you people I haven't seen in Many Moons may be able to go, as I miss you something wretched. I know Meg isn't reading this and has Big Plans, and that it's probably a facile hope that Ruth and Sarah's (or even Jess- despite having met her, like, once and only talked via AIM since she was really cool, and would totally save my sorry ass from the clutches of Euro Disney) free times align with mine, but it's worth a try, sending the offer out. Not that my Columbia friends aren't awesome and equally invited! And kel, if you've found it in your heart to forgive France...

A few notes on what I'm up to

Reading for Pleasure despite my assignments to read Dostoevsky and Virgil hanging over my head like a cartoon anvil:

I finished, in, like, an hour, this kind of charming book of short essays/vignettes by the woman who wrote Like Water for Chocolate, the Mexican post-feminist who advocated the reclaiming and honoring of traditional feminine tasks while not giving up our advances in outside spheres of progress. Her take on the irrationality of the unplanned, exploitative capitalistic economy is old news- it's the basic socialist line, but her whole philosophy is interesting. She empbraces the irrationality and communal tradition of the kitchen even while condemming the irrational persuit of personal expression (capitalitic endeavor) on this other level. Her stchick is really disjointed in some places. She's a good, straightforward writer. Her work is innovative and makes good points. She just needs to tie it all together. The lack of cohesion makes it difficult to buy into, despite the richness of the perspective. Despite this all being kind of thick stuff, she presents it in this warm, livley, homey manner that I appreciate.

I spent FOREVER looking for a short film I'd seen in Ragtag a year or two ago. I couldn't remember anything about it but the basic plot, which was actors performing this Russian play on a city bus in a misguided attempt to bring back theater and their struggles not to get kicked off. I discovered it was "Speed for Thespians" and the play was Chekov's, but confussion over whether to translate the title as "The Bear" or "The Boar" is rampant. It's a little one act play of maybe five pages. You should really read it, as it's online in text version and you can do it in 15 min for free, it's precious, classic, and soo short. Plus, you can impress people with your knowledge of Russian litterature with the minnimum amount of work possible.


On Men, and why Erin occasionally wishes she Loved the Ladies, just to avoid all this shit:

Jason attempted to ask me out again, as usual after months of zero communication between us. What is it with him?! What is this, the third, fourth time he's asked? Don't I always, very politley, decline? I hate to be so crass, but I believe I deserve, to put it curtly, better than a crass, homophobic MU freshman (not that there's anything wrong with MU, where I may well have to go, just that it's sooo Jason to me for some reason), who, despite a few charms, is so obviously not my type you could brand it on his forehead.

In other news, have been feeling naseous lately due to stress, a major source of which is Him. By Him, I mean the oblivious, never to be informed object of my unrequited devotion and all that. I can understand now why so many great poets are always accusing their beloveds of cruelty, despite that person not having done anything overtly wrong. I mean, he already has my heart, my mind, and various other regions of anatomy completley under his control. Moving on to upseting my stomach seems just glutanous. I'm a cook, I love to eat! Must everything pleasant be influenced or dominated by him? Sometimes I really resent this, damnit. No one has the right to mess with my hearty enjoyment of good food.

I skip meals now without noticing much, preoccupied with homework as my mother's Massive Crackdown this year has made me, as well as my restriction of fanfic/webcomic reading to one day a feek. Now I feel like I'm loosing my body's last completley independent, uninfluenced by anyone tie to the world. College related worrying is stressign me out to. I get the feeling I'm being quite rude or abrupt, even to Him because I'm just so depleted, and yet I muster on empty to do a bake sale for Gay straight Alliance or read my Virgil. That can't solve the problem, though, that I need to find a way to replenish before I sputter out. Suggestions on that topic would be welcome.


God, I just wish he would feel something for me, and let me know. A confirmation of fondness, affection, anything is what I need. I distrust all the indicators that he cares for me (I'm not talking the way I do for him, I know damn well that that can never happen) in some sense, it's so hard to know what he thinks, he's so... like me in that way, all come back and no answer. Would that I were his memory, that I would be with him always, know everything about him, and I would sometimes have his full attention.

A few notes on what I'm up to

Reading for Pleasure despite my assignments to read Dostoevsky and Virgil hanging over my head like a cartoon anvil:

I finished, in, like, an hour, this kind of charming book of short essays/vignettes by the woman who wrote Like Water for Chocolate, the Mexican post-feminist who advocated the reclaiming and honoring of traditional feminine tasks while not giving up our advances in outside spheres of progress. Her take on the irrationality of the unplanned, exploitative capitalistic economy is old news- it's the basic socialist line, but her whole philosophy is interesting. She empbraces the irrationality and communal tradition of the kitchen even while condemming the irrational persuit of personal expression (capitalitic endeavor) on this other level. Her stchick is really disjointed in some places. She's a good, straightforward writer. Her work is innovative and makes good points. She just needs to tie it all together. The lack of cohesion makes it difficult to buy into, despite the richness of the perspective. Despite this all being kind of thick stuff, she presents it in this warm, livley, homey manner that I appreciate.

I spent FOREVER looking for a short film I'd seen in Ragtag a year or two ago. I couldn't remember anything about it but the basic plot, which was actors performing this Russian play on a city bus in a misguided attempt to bring back theater and their struggles not to get kicked off. I discovered it was "Speed for Thespians" and the play was Chekov's, but confussion over whether to translate the title as "The Bear" or "The Boar" is rampant. It's a little one act play of maybe five pages. You should really read it, as it's online in text version and you can do it in 15 min for free, it's precious, classic, and soo short. Plus, you can impress people with your knowledge of Russian litterature with the minnimum amount of work possible.


On Men, and why Erin occasionally wishes she Loved the Ladies, just to avoid all this shit:

Jason attempted to ask me out again, as usual after months of zero communication between us. What is it with him?! What is this, the third, fourth time he's asked? Don't I always, very politley, decline? I hate to be so crass, but I believe I deserve, to put it curtly, better than a crass, homophobic MU freshman (not that there's anything wrong with MU, where I may well have to go, just that it's sooo Jason to me for some reason), who, despite a few charms, is so obviously not my type you could brand it on his forehead.

In other news, have been feeling naseous lately due to stress, a major source of which is Him. By Him, I mean the oblivious, never to be informed object of my unrequited devotion and all that. I can understand now why so many great poets are always accusing their beloveds of cruelty, despite that person not having done anything overtly wrong. I mean, he already has my heart, my mind, and various other regions of anatomy completley under his control. Moving on to upseting my stomach seems just glutanous. I'm a cook, I love to eat! Must everything pleasant be influenced or dominated by him? Sometimes I really resent this, damnit. No one has the right to mess with my hearty enjoyment of good food.

I skip meals now without noticing much, preoccupied with homework as my mother's Massive Crackdown this year has made me, as well as my restriction of fanfic/webcomic reading to one day a feek. Now I feel like I'm loosing my body's last completley independent, uninfluenced by anyone tie to the world. College related worrying is stressign me out to. I get the feeling I'm being quite rude or abrupt, even to Him because I'm just so depleted, and yet I muster on empty to do a bake sale for Gay straight Alliance or read my Virgil. That can't solve the problem, though, that I need to find a way to replenish before I sputter out. Suggestions on that topic would be welcome.


God, I just wish he would feel something for me, and let me know. A confirmation of fondness, affection, anything is what I need. I distrust all the indicators that he cares for me (I'm not talking the way I do for him, I know damn well that that can never happen) in some sense, it's so hard to know what he thinks, he's so... like me in that way, all come back and no answer. Would that I were his memory, that I would be with him always, know everything about him, and I would sometimes have his full attention.

My Fish Suxsors

Erin Oscar Agility 5 | Strength 3 | Stamina 3 Battle Rating 11 Origins Erin escaped an impoverished life in the sewer by climbing up the drain and into our hearts Can your fishy beat Erin ?

My Fish Suxsors

Erin Oscar Agility 5 | Strength 3 | Stamina 3 Battle Rating 11 Origins Erin escaped an impoverished life in the sewer by climbing up the drain and into our hearts Can your fishy beat Erin ?

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My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
x_los goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Blake.
blinkidybah gives you 12 light green mint-flavoured nuggets.
bluearisbe gives you 17 pink grape-flavoured wafers.
chickenamu gives you 3 orange licorice-flavoured gummies.
clio_the_muse tricks you! You lose 13 pieces of candy!
grrarghing tricks you! You get a pencil.
heather_macleod tricks you! You get a thumbtack.
tinamond gives you 16 orange orange-flavoured wafers.
x_los ends up with 35 pieces of candy, a pencil, and a thumbtack.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

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My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
x_los goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Blake.
blinkidybah gives you 12 light green mint-flavoured nuggets.
bluearisbe gives you 17 pink grape-flavoured wafers.
chickenamu gives you 3 orange licorice-flavoured gummies.
clio_the_muse tricks you! You lose 13 pieces of candy!
grrarghing tricks you! You get a pencil.
heather_macleod tricks you! You get a thumbtack.
tinamond gives you 16 orange orange-flavoured wafers.
x_los ends up with 35 pieces of candy, a pencil, and a thumbtack.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.