Le Spectacle au Club Queen

So last night I had my first performance at Club Queen.

oh.

my.

god.

It was everything I ever wanted an official real performance to be. The music, the lights, the crowd, the cheering, the costumes. It was euphoric and magical.

I had been a bit down since Friday morning because I had to take Amy and mom to the airport :'(. I didn't really get to say goodbye and I cried. I was such a wonderful visit! I miss them so much already and can't wait for them to see me again.
So although I was sad, I was looking forward to Saturday night.

I slept in on Friday so that I would have energy to go all night. I woke up around 2pm and went to the BHV (kind of like a French walmart) to get fuel and a fuel container. I tried to take a nap when I got back, but was too jittery and decided to skype family/friends instead. Around 11pm with hoops, fuel, and Red Bull in hand, I made my way to the Queen.

There was already a line outside and I got to do what I've always wanted to do - walk past a huge queue at a big club and the bouncer let me right in. I ended up being about an hour early, which was fine. I sat in the dressing room mentally preparing myself when Catherine and three of the club dancers came in. It was a very tiny cramped space, but we made it work.
The outfit she put me in consisted of black leggings, a black underbust corset, and a black pleather bra. We slicked my hair back like this:




Yes I KNOW it's Zac Efron, but it was a good example of what my hair looked like. I just googled 'slick hair'.

ANYWAY

My makeup was very dark and dramatic, with black smokey eye shadow and deep magenta lips. We tried to do this crazy fohawk wig thing, but it wouldn't stay securely in my hair. Once the other dancers and I were ready, I prepared my torches and was escorted by Catherine and some bouncers to the platforms on the dance floor. I got up on the platform and before I even had a single torch lit, the whole room of people (about 200+) had stopped dancing and were all turned to watch, cheering and yelling. I was giddy and nervous and incredibly excited. Being an attention whore worked well in my favor.

I did my fire set and the crowd was going absolutely crazy. It was completely euphoric and it was everything I wanted it to be. The fuel was pretty good and lasted me for a good 5 minutes or so. When I was done there was a huge cheer and I was escorted back up to the dressing room.
I sat alone in there for a while, shaking a bit and giggling for a while. I drank my second Red Bull and managed to calm down for a bit.

About half and hour later I was ready to do my LED set. The dancers and I switched positions this time, with me on the upstairs glass-bottom stage and the dancers on the floor platforms. About 8 minutes or so into my set I had to take off my corset because I felt like I couldn't breathe or move, but it was ok. It lasted for about 15 minutes, and I was absolutely exhausted by the end of it.

The set ended and we all went back to the dressing room. I changed into my oh-so-sexy jeans and tshirt and went with Catherine downstairs to get a drink. I had a little over an hour to kill until the metro would start running for the morning (5 am). I drank 2 glasses of Champagne and watched the crowd for a while. I was just so happy with myself and my life. I feel like I'm living the most incredible experience every day. I can't believe I just hooped with fire to a huge crowd of cheering people in Paris and I freakin' got paid for all of it. wtf.

Anyway, I sat in the metro for a while afterwards and got the first one that finally came, around 5:45. Made it back to my dorm and feel asleep with a smile on my face. Can't wait for my next show!

Discoveries at the Musée D'Orsay

So I just got back from my Impressionism and Post-Impressionism Art History class. Almost every Wednesday we go to a museum for class, and the D'Orsay is the most visited.
Today we studied some of the works of Van Gogh, Gauguin, and Cézanne. It's always a mind-blowing experience in these museums, and today was no different. We entered one of the Van Gogh rooms, and this is what hangs at the wall facing the entrance:
The very sad thing is that this painting cannot be fully appreciated until you see it in person...it's breathtaking. It's one of those things you can stare at for hours. There are so many moving and undulating lines and swirls and colors and it exudes reflection and incredible passion. It, to risk sounding like a horribly cliché, obnoxious, up-herself art student, moved me.
But that's the honest truth and it really is a revolutionary work of art. Among other pieces we studied that day were these:






I can't wait to go again...

I'm leaving tomorrow for England!! I'll be there for 12 whole days!!! So excited...working on a few things for school right now; I have my Impressionist final research paper and my Fashion Illustration project coming up, but those are both interesting and pretty fun things to do, so it won't be too difficult.

As always, I love and miss everyone!
Hope to see you soon.

Glenda

So I had my first demo...

And Club Queen wants me to come perform!! They want me to come in to do a show most likely on Monday nights. They're interested in my doing two 15-minute sets for €150! I'm so excited I don't know what to do with myself. Also, the woman who contacted me in the first place is a bodyart, hair, and makeup artist who wants to do a full look for me for when I perform.

The club is also extremely interested in me doing fire, but I told them that I don't really know the logisitics of how well it would work in their club. I mean it's a big club, but I really need a lot of space when I perform, and I'm always concerned about safety. I'll see what I can do though.

Dad got me a camera! It should arrive in the mail (at my Paris location) any day now. I'm so excited! I've always wanted a digital camera and now I can really document all my adventures.
I'm soooo tired right now and I have art history class in the morning at some museum...can't remember where at the moment.

I love all of you and miss you so much!

I'm not completely useless at blogging...I did create a great video blog about two weeks ago, but was unable to upload it.

So I'm doing it the old-fashioned way.

This is a very surreal phase of my life at the moment. I don't really know how to structure this post, so I'll do a few bullet points first.

Things I miss:

• Friends!! All of them.
• My family, especially Amy
• Mexican food
• Cracker Barrel
• cheap stuff
• the horizon
• excessive amounts of fields, greenery, and animals
• UTK
• Walgreens
• my house
• familiarity

Things I love about Paris:

• EVERYTHING
• the metro
• amazing cheese
• amazing (and incredibly cheap) wine
• art museums upon art museums
• the buildings
• the language
• everyone's winter coats - they're so beautiful!
• window shopping

Dad came to visit on the 13th to come see the football (that means soccer y'all) match between France and Austria with me. It was so nice to see my daddy, and we had an awesome time. The first night we found a place to eat dinner was a total miss, but we made up for it with lunch the next day on a bench by the Eiffel Tower where we had top-notch gouda cheese, strawberries, hot french bread, and Kinder Bueno chocolate bars.

Interesting event while we were eating: We were sitting there enjoying the general splendor when a woman passed by us. She was dressed normal and had a little bag like tourists would carry. I wouldn't have even noticed her until she bent down and 'picked up' a ring on the ground in front of our bench. She did this whole 'is this yours? It looks like real gold. It's not mine.' Niether dad or I had any idea what she was doing, so we just accepted the ring when she said we could have it. Then she did a 180 and came back asking, 'well I mean if that's real gold, could I have just a little reimbursment for finding it?' Ooooohhhh! Now I get it! We just gave it back to her and told her to go away, but then had an enormous amount of fun watching her trying to scam other tourists. She would find someone, but look back and find us watching. It was really funny.
Anyway, dad and I were making our way to the closest metro station when it happened again, but with a different person. The guy bent down in front of us, but we were prepared! A restounding NO GO AWAY from both of us did the charm and he walked away.

We had a really nice dinner that night before the game. After eating, we stopped by a Franprix to get some candy to eat during the match. We went to Gare du Nord to catch the RER ligne B to the Stade de France. The train was packed with spectators, and it went straight to the stadium. Dad and I had been on a hunt to find a French football scarf that I could wear during the game, but the only one we found in a Paris tourist shop was €18. As we entered the mass of people going to the game, there were vendors all over the place selling the scarves and French flags. I managed to haggle a seller to get a €10 scarf to just €8. Dad got it for me and I was beside myself with excitement as we made the trek the the massive stadium.

Interestingly enough, as massive as the Stade de France, it still doesn't come close to the size of Neyland Stadium, which is the 8th largest stadium in the world. Just thought I'd put in that fun fact for you guys.

Moving on. We managed to find out spot, and it ended being an incredible game. There were hundreds of French flags and the energy of the place was amazing. France won 3-1!
After the game, I took dad to the crêpe guy that has a little booth open all night close to my place. Dad got a Nutella crêpe and was pretty impressed. He left the next morning :( , but hopefully I'll see him soon again.

I really do love Paris.
And it's not an exaggeration when people talk about Paris being the most romantic city in the world. It is. Trust me.
This is enhanced 110% when Sam comes to visit me.
**Disclaimer: Those susceptible to nausea due to overly cute and gooshy relationships can skip this part.

Sam came to visit me last week. He was arriving on Thursday night at the Gare du Nord, so I went to the station to go wait for him. It's a good idea to stay in the station the whole time because the Gare du Nord is in such a sketchy part of town. Anyway, I'm waiting for Sam's train, and the arrival board says it's going to be 40 minutes late. I've already arrived about 30 minutes early because I'm so excited to see him. So I wait and wait and wait as the 40 minute delay becomes an hour delay, and then an hour and 30 minutes. Ugh.
I managed to pass the time by sitting with a lovely Brazilian couple. It was a great experience for my French because it was our connecting language, but was very easy to understand them because they were speaking as slow as I do.
Anyway, I was desperate for a hot drink because I was freezing and I wasn't going to buy anything in the station because it's stupidly expensive. But (and I know I'm a hippocryte and you're allowed to hate me for this!) there's a McDonald's, or mac dou in French, across the street. They have cheap coffee!

I crossed the street with my coffee and was making my way into the entrance of the Gare. There are lots of sketchy people hanging outside the station everywhere, and this guy saw me and opened his arms in kind of a hug gesture (but he obviously was not looking for a hug). I just ignored him and walked past as quickly as I could, not listening to anything he was trying to say to me. He actually managed to grab my arm as I got close to the Gare entrance, but I used my superhero reflexes to escape! Whatever, freaks are everywhere in the world.
Then Sam's train finally arrived!!!!

I was basically glued to the barrier waiting for him to get off. He was the first person through, and it could have been a film noir lover's reunion scene.

Anyway.

We spent a blissful weekend together of doing nothing. We did manage to walk around Paris a bit and visit the Eiffel Tower. That evening we had €2 bottle of sparkling wine and strawberries while Sam read some of Wind in the Willows to me. I love my boyfriend!
Then Monday came and I cried like always when his train left. But I'm seeing him in 14 days for Fall Break! Wooo!


Other exciting news. Actually, probably the most exciting news EVER. I've contacted all the major nightclubs in Paris, and sent them my resume to try and book some shows. Club Batofar and Club Queen contacted me back, and they're interested in me doing some shows!!! OMFG!!






CLUB QUEEN






CLUB BATOFAR


Club Batofar is this major music venue that's on a huge boat on the Siene River. Club Queen is one of the biggest nightclubs in Paris and one of the most famous gar clubs in the world. I'm so excited I don't know what to do with myself. I'm probably going to come in on Monday to do a demo. I hope I get it...

I finished my midterms! Pretty painless and I'm pretty sure I passed all of them with decent scores.
I've been feeling homesick lately. I just miss my house amoung other things...it's so familiar and comfortable and there's free food in a kitchen I don't have to share with 80 people! And I have a big bed there with 8 bajillion pillows. I miss UT too. It's so pretty in the fall. I long for the serenity and creativity of the Art Department building.

But I'm in effin' Paris and can't complain. I may hoopdance tonight in the big room downstairs and practice what I'm gonna do for my demo.

I want everyone at home to know that I love you so much and miss all of you!! I can't wait to see you guys again and hope that you're all having wonderful times right now.

Jusque-là, mes amis, au revoir et bonne chance!

Glenda J.

ok so updating is time consuming and I'm pretty lazy. But here's a snippet of my journey from about 2 1/2 weeks ago.

It’s the night before I leave for Paris. I’ve shed a few stress tears because I’m so damn nervous. I feel like the instant I try to make it over there on my own I’m gonna screw things up so badly that I won’t be able to get there. I’m worried about the language, money, public transportation, money, being able to see Sam often, money, my classes and homework, money, getting a job, and oh yeah, money. Paris is the most expensive city in the world (wtf am I doing?!?)
But I know it’s worth it. I know I’ll have an amazing time and it’ll be the most fun I’ve ever had. I woke up this morning nauseous with stress and couldn’t stop hugging Sam goodbye. It was like a scene from a film noir at the train station. We kissed goodbye and I started to cry as the train doors shut and it chugged away from my love.
I recovered a bit on the train and have so far made it all the way to being on the Ferry. It’s enormous and I’m itching to explore it as it will be my home for the next hour and a half. However, I have an absurd amount of weighty luggage so it is out of the question.
I’ve been getting excited about performing in a Parisian club. I’ve written down the address, contact information, and nearest métro to each of the prospective clubs.
Ok, another side note break right now. This Ferry is probably the LOUDEST place I have ever been. Totally ridiculous.


Anyway. I had written that on a word document while I was traveling because I didn't have internet.

So Paris!

First of all, I really do love this city. It's astonishingly beautiful and there are a million things to see and do and experience. It's also offensively expensive. Luckily, I've got a job! (sort of). Tonight at 7 pm I go across the street to the Irish Pub known as the Green Balloon. I'm super excited and really nervous, but I have high hopes that I'll get this job. I start with just a trial run, then if they like me they'll hire me. The security of having an income is calling me.
I think I'll start posting a vlog because it's easier and I'll be able to express myself much better.

Canal du Midi

I'm finally back from my vacation in the south of France with Sam. I would have done my blog the whole time, but I had neither computer nor internet. Where to start?

Sam and I took the train to the airport to fly to Marseilles. We were flying RyanAir, which is the cheapest airline in the world. After drooling after all the duty-free MAC makeup and incredible chocolates, we got on the plane. It was, to say the least, an interesting experience. The guy beside me ordered about 12 cognacs, which came in little baggies. I tried to do some sketches for the mural that will go in Sam's room of Baron Le Croix, but I didn't have much success. We landed, and I finally stepped foot onto the country that I will be spending the next 9 months of my life living in. My brain is going frantic searching for every scrap of French that I know. Customs were absurdly quick and we took a quick shuttle to the youth hostel which was the Hôtel Louisiana. There was no air conditioning, but the place was still pretty nice. We settled in our room, and I went downstairs to ask it there was any place to get food, like a vending machine or something.

"Excusez-moi Monsieur, où est-ce que je peux trouver quelque-chose à manger?"

"Avez-vous une voiture? C'est deux km d'ici."

Well poo. Apparently I needed a car because the nearest place was 2 kilometers away. They didn't even have a vending machine.
Enough with this hostel, on to my adventure.
We took the bus the next morning into Marseilles to wait at the train station. The scenery reminded me of Southwestern America. It was hot and dry, with scruffy foliage. The buildings were very industrial and concrete. I was getting a little disillusioned with the beauty of France when Sam pointed out that Marseilles was a very industrial city and to not compare it with the rest of the country, as would be much prettier. The train station was incredible and after securing our tickets that were très cher, we left the station to find something to eat before our train left. I sat in a bar/cafe outside of the station while waiting for Sam to return from making a phone call. I went to the bar to order an orange juice, and felt like an idiot. As soon as I approached the bartender, all of my french went out of my head.

"uh...um....um...yeah...jus d'orange?"

"something indiscriminate in French that I didn't understand a single word of"

"......"

"more French and a kind smile, and I understood that he wanted me to sit down outside"

"oh....merci."

Blushing, I went to sit back outside at my table. I felt like a moron. I literally could not understand a single sound that left the guy's mouth. He was however, incredible nice and took care of my drink for me with a wink and a smile.
Sam came back and we got up to find lunch in the city. We wandered around the Arabic ethnic part of the city. There were several beggars on the streets with children, poor immigrants from the Middle East.

I want to make a side note now about my impression of the poor and homeless in the UK/France. There are nothing, nothing compared to the homeless and poor in America. Yes, they have no money and are suffering, but the difference was astonishing. They were all fairly healthy. They had bags of stuff with them, and fairly decent clothes. Their faces aren't horrifically weathered and it doesn't look like they're about to keel over. I then realized it's because of the health care. It doesn't matter that they have no money or that they're homeless, they can still go to the hospital and get medicine if they need it. I am NOT saying that the homeless and poor here are fine, well-off, and pretty much ok with stuff. It is very grave, and they live an extremely tough life. It was just something I noticed. I wouldn't have pegged any of the people sitting on the streets as homeless by how they looked.

Back to my story.

The shops were enchanting and I felt extremely cool meandering though the streets with my backpack and the love of my life in the heart of a French city. We got a baguette at a bakery and found a tiny shop that sold various food items. They had a refrigerated section of cheese and dairy. I was astonished to find that real, amazing, fantastic cheese was only a couple of euros. I bought a huge chunk of pure edam for €2,30 that would have cost $8-9 in the States. Even for that much, it's likely it still would have been processed nasty crap that passes for cheese. I wanted to buy every piece of clothing I laid my eyes on, but passed it on as we found our way to a shady spot outside the grand entrance to the station. I felt very French eating my baguette and cheese with Sam.
The train ride was long but enjoyable. We ended up in Carcossone, and the city took my breath away. It is a very touristy place, but for good reason. In the distance, you could see a massive medieval city with castle walls complete with battlements. The streets had warm-colored tarp-things stretched artistically between the buildings. We got picked up by Dude and Pascal (Pascale?..) and they drove us to their boat on the canal. It was a beautiful green and white creation, with a wood table and shade umbrella on deck. We sat at the bar outside and had a glass of rose wine together. It was extremely delicious. We got settled on the boat and started to get dinner ready. Sam's uncle and aunt were so friendly and nice. Dinner was awesome, and I fed my bread scraps to the ducklings that were swimming about in the canal.
We set off the next morning for what would be a magical 5 days. It was very hot but very fun. The first lock we had to pass through was an incredible experience. I had never seen a lock before, and it was so cool. Every morning we had fresh croissants with apricot jam and tea. We bought two baguettes a day, and lunch was usually bread and cheese with white peaches and nectarines. While in France, I have tried and now love:

• green olives
• red wine
• Perrier water (mixed with pretty much anything)
• sheep cheese
• white peaches
• rose wine

Our following day in Carcossonne was magical. We visited La Cité, which is pretty much the most amazing place ever. It was extremely surreal entering the fortress the walking on top of the battlements and over all the inner city streets. I wanted to be in a Renaissance gown (and maybe have Sam dress up like Westley from Princess Bride). I wish I could have wandered through the castle by myself with the whole city empty for the experience, but obviously that is and will never be possible.

By the way, there are pictures of all these adventures that I'll post into this entry as soon as I can find the camera cord.

Another significant moment was the morning Sam and I went to get breakfast. We woke up to a glorious sunrise on the canal in a rural area of France. We took the bikes on the boat and road them to the local town. We coasted (I say coasted, the tires on both bikes were pretty crap) though unbridled sunlight between sunflower fields and vineyards. The boulangerie was amazing as always, and Sam insisted on buying me some sort of sweet French pastry. We got two petite tartes au pommes and ate them in a little courtyard that we had parked out bikes that had flowers flowing out of the fountain instead of water.

I'm going to stop for now because it takes a long time to write my blog and I want a break. <3

Crunchies, rocky, cape rose, and Koala Cookies

So I'm in England!
The flight over was oh-so-lucky first class fantastic! I was so exhausted from not having slept for 48 hours...I slept the whole way. Once we landed, I got the Gatwick Express to London Victoria, then from there to Canterbury. There was a short taxi ride to the campus, and my taxi driver was this incredible lovely guy to didn't grumble when lifting my ridiculously heavy stuff into the trunk. And then the glorious reunion I've been dreaming about for the past few weeks happened! I ran into Sam's arms and we spent the next 5 hours laughing and cuddleling. Yes, it was nauseating to anyone withing a 5 mile radius, but like we cared.
Sam and I ate lunch in the cafeteria. The campus is incredibly beautiful, and has a point that overlooks all of Canterbury. I'll be sure to post pictures. I've been sleeping so much because of jet lag and exhaustion, but I'll be settled into the schedule of things before too long.
My plans for today include:

• clean the dorm room and pack everything (mostly Sam's stuff) because we leave tomorrow
• eat stuff (I need the energy)
• try to Skype family/friends back home
  
• finally go hoop!!!

Although I'm very sleepy, I'm really trying to force myself to not sleep until nighttime and get up in the morning.
Sam's gifts for me are incredible. He got my a gorgeous jewelry box filled with 3 dichroic glass necklaces and a matching set of earrings. They are absolutely breathtaking and I looove them. He also got me a beautiful sterling silver chain for my amber necklace that he had gotten for me from Turkey for my birthday.
I'm incandescently happy and can't wait to share more of my adventures.

The Sad Goodbyes

I said goodbye to Kathryn tonight. We had an amazing time with mom and Amy at a restaurant and the drive in the hot, summer night air was glorious. We hugged and kissed and said our goodbyes on her doorstep when the night was over. I didn't cry as I left, but I found lots of tears on my face the drive home.
I will miss everyone more than I can say.

T-Minus 34 hours

Well

In about 34 hours I will be in England with Sam. My plane leaves a little after noon tomorrow to start my long journey across the ocean. I say long, it's accomplished in a few hours. I think about how long the ordeal to cross any ocean was in a wooden ship. Or any ship, for that matter. Loooooooong ass time.
I cleaned my bathroom, and my room is almost 100% put together for when I leave. I'm making copies of all my important documents for my parents to have, and double-checking everything. I think I'm ready...I know I'm ready.
I have really missed Knoxville this summer and there's a part of me that's very sad that I'm not going back this year. I will return at some point and thus wreck havoc on Ktown.

I've been going over a lot of options I have for jobs while I'm over there. Sam thinks I can be an English tutor. I suppose I'll try, but I'm still going to hit up all the talent and modeling agencies while I'm in Paris. No better city to do that in, right? Of course I'll be street performing for plus d'argent. Also, I noticed there are a ton of MAC makeup stores and I want to apply to every one. I freakin' love that stuff.
I didn't sleep at all last night because I want to beat the jet lag. I figure I can make myself tired enough that I'll fall asleep early this evening, which is normal late-ish bedtime for England/Paris.
Sam has this wonderful tea chest that he left at my house when he went back home. I'm going to try and take it with me, but I don't know if I have the room...I do love it, though.

In other news, I watched 'Taken' last night due to my father's adamant request that I see it. I really liked the movie, but it did not scare me into not going to Paris (sorry, Dad). I promise I won't share a cab with some creeper who's going to sell me to human trafficking. In all seriousness, that is a big fat awful issue that I feel needs more global attention, so I'm glad the movie came out. I do feel a bit safe (and maybe a bit concerned?) that I can call my dad if I'm ever in some deep sh*t and he can be over in a few hours to rescue me.

I'm really bummed about not being able to take Poison Apple or Secret Admirer (my hoops) with me...I'm sure I'll make a non-collapsible one while I'm there, it's just that those are so pretty and I love them...

GOD SO EXCITED. *squee!* can't even hold it in...Hopefully my next post will be from across an ocean!

~love~

Cocoa almonds

So I'm finally starting a blog to document my adventures. I got my visa in the mail today (about TIME) and I'm all set to go (almost) to the City of Lights. I was doing my many hours of Rosetta Stone when I realized that my blog should start before I leave, not when I get there. I know I'll miss home when I leave...but I can't hardly take the anticipation and excitement of getting off this continent, and to completely immerse myself in a different world.
I was thinking about my year in France, and I feel one of three things is going to happen. I will
a.) Love, love, LOVE France/Paris/Europe so much that I will not be satisfied with my life until I can permanently live there.
b.) I will love France, but realize that America is a fulfilling place for me to live as well and will be content with just visiting France
c.) Absolutely dislike the city and try to spend most of my time in England with Sam.

Obviously, option C is not very likely. I'm leaning towards B, but in the back of my mind...I really feel like I'll find Europe to be where I want to stay. I love America (well, some of it), and I am incredibly attached and dependent on all my friends and family. But I think in the end of things I'll want to stay somewhere in a culture more suited to my own personality and tastes.

Anyway

That's just a though and I won't know anything until I get there. For now, I'll continue to hermit myself in my room to avoid my uncle. I've had all my bags packed and organized by my door for days now. I even took B'Dazzle and Inferno*, coiled them down, and wrapped them in bubble wrap for travel. I am so excited...I can't even articulate. Every time the image in Rosetta Stone pops up of a woman taking her picture by the Arc de Triomphe with the phrase La femme visite Paris I literally squee with excitement and wake all the animals up that are sleeping in my bed, which usually includes Uga the bulldog, Lily and Nytro the cats, and Boo the retriever. This next year will change my life more than anything, or at least quite a lot than most years of my life.
I've been preparing like nothing else. I do Rosetta Stone for at least 4 hours a day. I've only been listening to French music, and almost everything I say, I try to repeat it in my head in French. I've been reading Paris for Dummies and check blogs online about French culture, music, language, and politics. I plan to start refreshing my French history so I won't seem like such a dumbass when I get there. I'm desperate to not be a idiotic, obnoxious, and ignorant American. I don't feel I am any of those things, but who knows?
My sister's been gone just a few days in South Africa, but I already miss her. I can't wait for her to visit me in Paris, but the lengths in between are going to be difficult. We've really gotten closer (if that was possible) this summer.
Counting down the days until I can leave and see Sam. We're going to Marsielle together before I start school.
I need to get back to Rosetta Stone. I'm almost done with Level 1! (hey, it's a really long program)

*B'Dazzle is my LED PSI hoop and Inferno is my fire hoop