Final Days

So,

I have the hiccups. I wouldn't mind having them if mine didn't sound obnoxiously weird. Like some walrus moaning from being stabbed in the throat by a unicorn. Some people have cute hiccups, you know the little tiny cute polite hiccups? Mine are just like..."Trogdor has arrived inside Mel! Prepare for the impending war on her intestines!"

Yes, I know, incredibly obnoxious. If you don't know who trogdor is your missing out and you should youtube him right now. Don't even bother with the rest of my writing, Trogdor is way more important.

I'm totally serious.

He's incredibly important.

Like, Obama important...but...more.

Anyhow, now that you know who Trogdor is I have to say that it is coming down to my plane ride.

Farewell Annecy! I will not miss you small town that is fun for the first day or two. More like, day. One day. Farewell massive amounts of bread and cheese and noodles. Goodbye forever.

I will be flying to Ohio on Sunday (France time). Time should fly like tea time with the Mad Hatter and then I'll be off to Hawaii after a week. Yippee! I get to see my boyfriend! I get to find an apartment! I get to attempt to have a business of my own! I get to fail at creating that business and then find any job that I can! Yayyy!!!

I really do hope my business actually works out. As long as I can get it up and running it'll bring me a ton of money. So, at least there's no cost to me unless I can actually get it up and running. That's a good thing. =)

What else is happening? Not too much. I'm wondering what Ohio will bring except a lack of internet connection and a "hello" to my cell phone which has been out of commission ever since I left the US.

Oh, I was stumbling yesterday (if you don't know what that is check out stumbleupon.com I guarantee you'll love it) and came across a website that said you can diet just like the French and lose massive amounts of weight. It said to do all of these things and while I was reading it I realized...this is not what the French do at all. It was saying to eat less protein and lots of other weird things that should actually make you just a really strange person. It said nothing about gorging yourself with bread and cheese, walking everywhere, drinking a lot of wine and champagne or smoking until your lungs are black. Strange how that happens. My host mother here in France smokes at night in the bathroom. Why? I have no idea. She literally sits on the toilet for 20+ minutes smoking. Then when she's done of course that's the only bathroom in the entire apartment so when I gotta go it reeks. It's like I was just rolled up and became a cigarette myself. Talk about nasty.

Well, that's about it. I'll update when I'm in Ohio if I can catch a sec of internet or when I'm in Hawaii!!!!! Wahoo!!!!