to do before paris

It's getting closer to that time . . . what - nine weeks from thursday until I fly out huh? I've felt more in countdown mode as of late. And every time I consider how (un)excited I've been, I think about Millie - my junior year of high school when my competition for the lead in the school play accused me of not deserving the part, not because of my lack of talent (believe me, the skills were definitely there) but because I wasn't passionate, I wasn't excited, I didn't want it as badly as she did. Well I did want it, but precisely for her consideration did I not show my excitement, and whenever I did show inclinations of pleasure, I was considered haughty.

I don't know what my excuse for my trailing enthusiasm currently is. But who cares? Sometimes, at select moments, I can hardly breathe I'm so excited. I don't think I really believe it. All the blank digits where my money used to be have simply slithered away to pay off some gimick, and are meant to teach me a lesson. But no. No no no no. It is being put away to burst forth in all its glory with shimmering brilliance to enlighten and uplift and to dazzle . . . starting nine weeks from thursday.

and so

1. go through my facebook friends . . . and hack

2. make my journal

3. buy a camera (i got dangerously close today. on ebay i had six minutes left - $270 for two lenses and body of an xt. but i got outbid. boo.)

4. make enough money.

5. think through tentative packing list

6. watch french movies.

that's all I've got this far.