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Go, write...you said. Well, voila. I'm writing. Happy now? I'm sure your grinning right about now.

So, onwards. Ma famille en Annecy est interesant? Yesterday I tagged along with my host mother to a grocery store/shopping mall (two in one here). She told me she was going to the market. She should've said "epicerie" but oh well. It was interesting to see how very short french women shop. Instead of carts they have these baskets with wheels that have a handle that extend up so you can drag your basket with you. Kind of cool. The very first thing my host mother

put in her basket was two bottles of extremely cheap red wine. lol. In america when we think wine we think: "elegant, classy,

expensive" but these bottles were about $3 USD each. Cheaper then water in some places in the US. No wonder they drink so much wine. Ice cream is more expensive.

Speaking of ice cream, all I eat here is bread and ice cream. I think I'm going to become extremely fat. Just carbs and vegetables. Lots and lots of carbs and vegetables.

Last night my host mother made a weird combination salad. It had potatoes, green beans and ham. It was weird. I didn't like it too much but I didn't want to insult her. I just filled up on bread and said I wasn't very hungry. I don't like ham. I should've put that down on the "what don't you like" section of my application. Though I must say I like some of the ham here. The have ham with honeydew melons. Very strange combination once again but it's really tasty. Then for desert they always have yogurt or fruit, or a combination of the two.

I also went to the beach with my host family last sunday. I actually saw naked women! Two! I was so surprised. I know I shouldn't be because france is known for the topless sunbathing. But, I still was flabbergasted at actually seeing it take place. By the way, if you ever go to Annecy be

aware that the water is freezing. I stuck my feet in and said, "nope, not doing it" and ran out to fall back asleep in the sun. The coldness on just my feet was enough to cool my entire body.

So besides the explosion I wrote about in my last post nothing extremely exciting has happened.

Besides being on TV that is. Oh? I didn't tell you, did I? My back was on TV. Not once, but twice. How cool is that? They were announcing who was to host the winter olympics in 2018 in Annecy and I was there for it! Well, for the after part of it. They were discussing who won and how they felt about it and everything when I had arrived but I still managed to get on TV. Very cool. I actually managed to get lost on the way there too. I decided to try a short cut which ended up

being the opposite of short. Go figure. So I was wondering around for 20 minutes trying to find a place that should only take 10 to get to. I then managed to buy really expensive, really not so good ice cream. It was not a fabulous time. I then went to a chocolaterie that was out of chocolate. How does that even happen? So I ended up getting a peach milkshake there. 7 euros. Too expensive again. My salami sandwich only costs 3.60. Which means I could afford 2 sandwiches for the price of one milkshake. Crazyness.

It was a tasty milkshake but not worth it. Why did I buy it? To say that I have eaten at a chocolaterie. I didn't eat chocolate though...which is what I actually wanted. ='(

I don't know what to do with myself at nights here. I don't want to spend much money, I'm too shy to go out with people from Hawaii and my only kind of friend here doesn't speak english. So most of the time I just sit in my room waiting for my host family to get home so I can eat and watch some more "Six Feet Under." I am having a really good time though. I love to go out and take pictures of the town. It's incredibly beautiful. I really want to buy a super expensive camera. Or one of the old ones that take amazing pictures. It would be an amazing thing to have

for when I want to take a world cruise. It's expensive though. I figure for mon petit ami and I to go I'll have to save about 10 grand for an 18 day cruise to all the continents, or 20 grand for a month long-116 day long cruise. The 118

day one is ideal, especially during the summer. It would be such an amazing experience to see all the different places. I wouldn't be able to afford it until one or two years though. Maybe more. I'm going to work like crazy and save up in order to go on it. Here's the link to the 18 day cruise I'm contemplating:

http://www.hollandamerica.com/find-cruise-vacation/FindCruises.action?pageNumber=2&destCode=W&flexibleMonths=false&noOfFlexibleMonths=1&sourceName=byRegion&directionCode=W&displayMode=advertising

You can hardly call it a world cruise though because it doesn't cover the entire world. I really want to go to Antarctica too so I'm not sure if that's the one I really want to do. There's another one that is 50 days that I think I would enjoy the most and am planning on saving up for. Of course I wouldn't be able to go on this one because I'll be in school but if there happens to be

another one in the summer time that is similar I would love to go on it.

http://www.hollandamerica.com/find-cruise-vacation/CruiseDetails.action?destCode=W&flexibleMonths=false&noOfFlexibleMonths=1&pageNumber=1&sourceName=byRegion&directionCode=W&voyageCode=A210B&webItineraryIdForAudit=WWW250

All I know is that my boyfriend better love the socks off me if I can save up enough for us both to

go. It would be...amazing in so many ways.

Besides all of this I'm worried about my friend. He seems so, sad. I really want to help him but he won't tell me what's really bothering him. His girlfriend and him are going through a rough patch and that might be what's wrong but I'm not sure. I don't think they're right for each other.

I don't think she's good enough for him but I doubt I'll ever think someone is good enough for him. I'm not sure but I guess he'll figure it out for himself.

There will be more pictures to come. I assure you. Annecy is gorgeous. My absolute favorite

picture that I've taken so far is the one above. I'll be going to Paris in two weeks. I'm pretty excited. I

plan to visit all of the places "Amelie Poulian" was filmed or rather a lot of them. Well I say adieu to you and ciao. Have an absolutely wonderful day or night. =)

France and all things frenchy

Today would be the first full day I am going to have with my host family. Yesterday doesn't count because I did not experience breakfast with them. Let me just tell you about what happened this morning which is the average day of a french family, or so i'm guessing.

So I get up, take a shower (very un-frenchy). The bathtub has no shower curtain. So I'm standing there, naked, and wondering what on earth do I do? Do I sit down and hold onto the nozzle and take a shower/bath, do I stand up and risk getting water all over the floor, or do I sit down and take a bath? I end up doing a mixture of all three. I haven't the faintest idea of what the french do though. I surprisingly did get myself clean...though it took maybe twice as long as it usually does. I just have to get used to it I guess.

I then exit the bathroom, into my room and get dressed. I go to brush my teeth but my electric toothbrush dies. *sadness* I don't think it charged last night and i'll just try again after I'm done with my computer. Here's the electronic set up I have:

European outlet--->european outlet converter plug--->converter--->us outlet plug--->extension cord--->toothbrush and computer.

it's tres complicated....complica i think in french. i know how to say it but not spell it. lol.

So then after attempting to brush my teeth, i brushed my hair successfully and then sat down to have petit dejeuner. or breakfast. it consisted of one slice of a baguette with cheese and confitture or jam, one slice of hard toast with cheese and honey or mais, one jasmine tea and one mixed juice thing in my glass. it was all very delicious. but...i didn't know my host mother was heating up water on the stove so i kind of waited there and then thought maybe they don't have hot tea so i grabbed the cold water off the table and poured it into my glass and put my tea bag in it. lol. so when she moved the pot over to me and i saw the hot water i said, "ooohhhh" and poured out some of my cold water into the sink and let her fill the rest with hot water. ooops my bad.

Then i'm sitting and eating my bread and suddenly "Oops I did it again" comes through the speakers. I started guffawing like crazy. It was super hilarious. Then, if that wasn't enough the entire family starts singing along with britany spears. It was the funniest thing of my life. the funniest thing ever. omg.

After breakfast while talking to my boyfriend my outlet converter set up that I told you about exploded. Like...the conversion thing...started smoking and sparked and it went crazy. so now i'm not sure what to do. I think it's because I had it set to the wrong setting when my stuff was emitting high amounts of electricity and i had the converter set to low. so now it's sitting outside and i'll throw it out once it stops smoking. talk about crazy though. and incredibly scary.

last night the family and i walked around the town and they showed me all the good places to have drinks or ice cream. haha. and what places are open at what times. right now they went to the market and i decided to stay here in the apartment. good thing i did too or else i wouldn't have seen the explosion. that could've been really bad. all the electric stuff still works so i didn't short-circuit the entire apartment which is very good. i'm happy i didn't do that. that would've been awful for sure.

well i'm off to walk around and see new stuff or old stuff or read or do something non-electronically because we all know how that turned out.

Here I am

And oh. my. god. london is soooo hot.

last night i shared a room with 5 guys...and me. yay! they were all pretty good looking and all slept in their boxers so bow chicka bow wow...i must say. lol. though i must say i hardly got any sleep at all because one guy kept snoring. they were the weirdest snores

i have ever heard in my life. i really hope he left this morning for good so i won't have

to listen to him anymore. it was like a mixture of the sound of

spitting everywhere and a bulldog barfing...not barking, barfing. with a little head shaking in their. it was so strange. i wanted to compliment him on his weird snoring but he got up earlier then anyone else (no surprise because he was probably the only one who could sleep).

my hostel is pretty kick ass i must say though. there's a bar downstairs and for 2 pounds i can

have breakfast in the morning. (pretty cheap for london) and there's a table reserved for four

men everyday at 3:30 till late because they all sit and talk story as we say in Hawaii.

today though I took the tube to the london bridge and took the london experience tour. it was me + 30 other people all part of a big group. i felt pretty awkward because they all knew each other

and i was kind of the black sheep of the crowd...american and all.

haha. it was pretty interesting. i had no idea about the great fire of 1666 and i felt pretty bad about it. i'm not much of a history

buff but come on...you have to know where the "london bridge is falling down" song comes from and at what time. so on this tour there was a part called london tombs and it was a bit scary.

you have to hold on to the person's shoulders in front of you and tredge through the darkness where any epileptic would be prone to have a crazy seizure just from the pure amount of strobe light action. there were people who hopped out of the darkness wearing masks of course but one person picked up a gun and shot it at you and you got a lot of pelts of air blown at you. that was the part that really

scared me.

i took the tube in order to go to the london dungeon, (which i might go to tomorrow with westminster abbey) but as soon as i got off the tube a metrosexual hottie with fake blood plastered on his face stopped me and convinced me to go to the london experience instead. i mainly went because he kept following me to make sure i went to it and gave me a sick discount

on the ticket.

i then stopped at a tiny italiano restaurante and ate a delicious pasta meal with sausage inside

and the main guy who worked there told me to get a glass of wine to go with my meal because it

was half off if i did. so of course i ordered white wine. damn me for not having white pasta though. the wine tasted really weird with the red sauce. i also had a bottle of pellegrino sparkling water to help my meal along. i couldn't finish it all because everyone gets

really full on pasta and

the lady who worked there said, "oh you didn't finish it all, did you not like it?" quite the contrary it was excellent! but not to feel bad about not finishing it i asked for "take away" and they gave me my

food in a plastic container! i was pretty shocked that it didn't come in a box but i guess that's the american way. while i was eating my food though i noticed the main guy playing cards with the italian bartender. it was so interesting to see an italian game being played with a deck of cards i've never seen before. so of course i had to ask them to teach me. i must say i wasn't very good at it but now i'm determined to get a pack of italian cards and learn how to play. here it is on wiki:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scopa

they were all so nice though that the main italian guy gave me a rose along with the rest of the bottle of my pellegrino. (even if i really wanted regular water)

after all of that was said and done I headed back towards the london bridge and visited Southwark Cathedral and paid homage to my deceased grandfather by writing his name on a post-it and having a moment of silence for him. there were other prayers for sick people, people with hiv/aids and deceased people. you could light a candle too, to

continue your prayer for others to see.

i then was pretty exhausted--after all it's afternoon in my time zone and night time here. i woke up at 6:30 this morning and told myself i was crazy, took a shower and then headed down to the computer store, waited for that to open (which it never did) so i tredged on to find another computer store, ran into one about 2 miles away, and gave the computer to him and he turns it on and guess what? it works! fuck me for walking 2 miles

with my computer to fix it when it wasn't broken anymore. yay! so i walked all the way back to my hostel to drop off my computer then walked another 3 miles up to the tube. (my feet are tired) took the tube and did everything i said above.

then, you'll never believe this. i thought that i could take the tube back to a different station that might be closer to where i'm staying. so i take it to a different stop (huge mistake). i ended up going further down then where my hostel is and further to the left of it. like...2 miles. so all in all i was really far away from my hostel and the street i needed to go down to get to it. so i ask a man for directions of how to walk there and i end up just walking 500 ft in a circle. o.o at least i passed a cute "let."

so then i ask another lady for directions and she tells me to take the bus up to the tube station i would've, should've gotten off at but tells me to take it in the wrong direction. but just to make sure she was giving me the right directions i read all of the signs (still got super confused) but managed to go the right direction. but guess what! i got off a stop early. so now i'm really

confused. i walk around puzzled and end up seeing a train station. i'm like...fuck where the hell is the tube? turns out to be in the train station. go me! so i get on the tube to go exactly 1 stop. *sigh* i then get off where i was supposed to and then catch another bus to go down to my hostel. though the traffic is incredibly bad. so what would've been a half hour walk turns into a 2 hour bus ride. and if that wasn't bad enough there is no a/c in the busses. so it was soooooo hot. like...20 degrees hotter in the bus then outside. i don't think my pasta is still good but i'm going to eat it anyway.

there's a little town close to where i'm staying called "world's end" i find it hilarious because the name is on every shop on the street. the clock's hands just keep spinning and spinning, they don't stop. pretty awesome.

so i finally made it back and now i'm relaxing, drinking the rest of my sparkling water (which i

don't like) as well as a

j2o to wash the taste down. if your ever in london i highly

recommend it. it's really fruity and very delicious.

In the terminal

Here I sit...and wait...

5 hours.

That's how long I must cower and wait.

Wait wait wait.

Not because of a layover. I must wait because my parents didn't want to rent the car for another day and had to return it at noon. So I got to the airport 5 hours early. If I could capitalize the 5 I would. Oh here we go...FIVE hours early. So I've watched one episode of Six Feet Under, listen to a black guy talk super loud on the phone and pace, told my boyfriend he doesn't love me, texted him back and said I know he does, looked at prices of my new business proposition--feathering people's hair, looked at business licenses, gone to the bathroom and eaten a philly cheesesteak (my favorite). I still have...two more hours. Fuck.

I've thought about hooking up with the guy sitting in front of me because he has to wait a long time too...at least I overheard his phone conversation. But he's not cute enough for it. You must be a certain cuteness to sleep with me or make out with me. Cept that guy named Rico. I was the cute one then. But that was back in the 00's maybe...2 years ago? I was going to visit one of my uncles. He gave me a hickey too. Fuck him.

There's a purple jewel on my luggage. Just saw it. Now I can't stop staring at it. Oh God I'm bored. GOD GOD GOD. I wish I could make invisible letters. Wouldn't that be cool? Or maybe I have already but you can't see it. Bwahhahahaha. Now your wondering.

Did you know, it's impossible to lick your elbow.

Go on, try.

I dare you.

Double dog dare you.

I bet you tried.

If you didn't fuck you too.

I have a lot of fuck you's on my mind today.

Maybe it's because my boyfriend doesn't love me.

Or maybe he does.

He says he does but how am I supposed to know he's telling the truth.

That's it! I can't trust anyone even though I say I trust you odds are I don't.

Trust is a hard thing for me.

But if he's really a great person then he'll realize that I didn't mean to say that he didn't love me.

I was just angry because it takes him 10+ minutes to respond to anything I say to him.

Do you realize just how aggravating that is? Like...seriously. If your talking to someone online it's just plain rude to take more then 3 minutes. Same if your texting someone.

Now I feel clingy.

Go away.

Leave me alone.

No one loves me yet everyone does.

Go fuck yourself.

Ranter

Before I start...I'm going to let you know that I am about to go on a serious ranting rampage. You are officially forewarned.

I'm going to start by saying that I am mad, and extremely frustrated. Like. EXTREMELY frustrated.

You want to know all the things that make me really angry? When older people touch you on your shoulder or head really softly out of "kindness" i think it's icky and gross and I just really don't like. I would prefer a hug or to be left alone.

When people pretend to be super interested in everything you have to say but don't really give a shit. I would rather have someone completely not talk to me then ask me a shit ton of pointless questions. For example, "are you happy you chose to go to school in hawaii?" Yes, yes I am. Then I have to pretend that I'm extremely happy they're talking to me when I'd rather them just shut the fuck up.

I'm frustrated when people don't get out of bed till three o'clock pm. Especially when they are my boyfriend and I want to talk to them but they won't even text me because they now have to get ready for work and can't talk on the phone because their mother used up all their minutes. Then on top of all of that. I will be out of the country in less then a week and I won't even be able to text them how on earth will I even be able to talk to him while I'm gone for a month if he can't even get out of bed at a reasonable time?!?!?!?! >.< I am so angry right now it's difficult for me to even type.

If that wasn't enough I'm still stuck with babies crying every 10 minutes and then a 7 year old who keeps asking, "what's wrong, why are they crying?" why does it even matter when it's a constant thing that happens every 10 minutes? I just don't like children much. I also don't like it when I try to keep my blog from my family but they find out anyway because I forgot to block someone on my facebook. Yes. I do try to keep all of this away from my family. They probably wouldn't like me much if they knew exactly how I felt about everything. I usually just want to be left alone because the truth is, I'm a bit of a loner and like to be kept away, swept under a rug and forgot about. But hell. You would never know it because I pretend to like to be in big groups, when really I just like to be with one other person and no one else. I would be perfectly happy if I only knew and spent time with one person every minute of every day.

Off topic my boobs have gotten smaller I think. Or maybe it's the black causing the effect.

Still no text back. From any guy. Just a girl. I love her the best I think. She will always respond to any text message I ever send no matter how lame. Men, not so reliable these days.

Another thing. I hate hair and bugs. I really hate both. You know what I keep finding in the bed I'm sleeping in? Hair. Long strands of women's black hair. Groooossss. I also found a pubic hair on the toilet seat cover. Nasty. I just don't even know what to do in those situations.

As for bugs. Why are they attracted to light? It's a bad idea. They also like to attach themselves to you. Like today I was carrying two beach chairs back to the house and a tiny thing latched itself onto me then bit or stung me. I mean, seriously? Why? I didn't do anything to you. You choose to jump onto me and bite me for no good reason. What the hell? Also they like to swarm all your light so they attack your tv screen or computer screen then when it vanishes they attack you. Landing on you and being gross. If you happen to have your mouth open they fly in and oh, here's some extra protein for you.

Finally some semblance of male existence. Hello my love who I'm really mad at right now.

Anyhow. If all the bugs in the world were gone and everything could function the same without them I would be a much happier person.

I have no idea what I want to do. About living. And existing. I don't know where I want to stay the rest of my life. What I want to do for the rest of my life. I'm not even sure what I want to do 2 months from now. My step-dad today, who I have trouble getting along with, said that he'll be getting a wedding invitation to Hawaii in about twelve months. I was like, what on earth are you talking about, do you mean my dad? for those of you who don't know my dad is getting married in november in hawaii. then i said I doubt he'll be inviting you to his wedding because it's my dad and that would be super weird. But go figure he'd be talking about me and me getting married to the guy who i've been dating for...7 months now or 11 months depending on how you classify the term "relationship." just because we want to move in together means that we also want to get married only dating for 2 years. because everyone that moves in together gets married. everyone knows that. O.o bastard.

Found another hair. gross. Well, goodnight, sweet dreams or goodmorning or good afternoon. I wish you the best of the best for always and for eternity. If I have offended you in anyway my deepest condolences for it was not my intention to offend but only to liberate my ideas and beliefs.

I have arrived!

1 day and 13 hours after leaving washington I have finally arrived at Holden Beach. The rest of the family has yet to arrive but my uncle officially ordered 5 pizzas, two breadsticks and two cheezy breadsticks all for a grand total of just around $60. That's it! Can you believe how cheap that is? Like...I had no idea that much pizza could be that cheap. Like holy crap.

First thing I did when we arrived was put on my bathing suit, sunscreen and went for a swim. It

felt...so nice. It's warm here. 95,96. Very, very nice. I'm enjoying it as much as I can before

heading off to London in exactly one week.

Sadly enough, my flying has yet to finish.

I'm still flabbergasted at the amount of pizzas you can get for so cheap. Just, amazing.

You'll be happy to know that most of my nail polish on my hands has already come off. Go figure my manicure wouldn't last for even a week. >.<

Also, I still don't know who I'm staying with in France. I was supposed to know yesterday but still nothing. Bites, majorly. I'm hoping, praying, that I won't be staying around children. I am done. No, DONE, with children. Screaming. Crying. Yelling. Being a snotnose. All of it. I can't take it anymore my sister just said as she screams. I agree. Same here.

So my dear friend has

this crazy girl who threw a toaster at his head one time who keeps talking to him. He loved her at one point but now just likes her I guess? At least, that's what he says. I was thinking last night that I should write her and tell her to leave him the fuck alone. Because, well, he deserves wwaaayyyy better then her. And she just doesn't even treat him well. He deserves a proper girlfriend. Not a fling, thing or woman-friend. And definitely not a crazy one who will bash him over the head with a toaster. But I was thinking, what if I wrote this psycho toaster lady aka the gorgon. What would I say that could make her leave him alone so he wouldn't be all googly-eyed around her all the time even though she throws toasters? I figured it out. Exactly what I could say. Thing is though, I wouldn't write her without his permission because as Dr. Laura says, "you might feel too involved. You might be too involved." So for the time being I'll let it stay the way it is and let him get out of the

brainsick

siren's grasp, unless he asks for help. Which I doubt he'll ask for, mostly because he's a man. A manly man. Doubt he asks for directions in a mall near Kohl's either. :p

Well I just wanted to update "y'all" on the status of where I am, what I'm doing, what's going through my mind in the middle of the night tossing and turning. Or while I draw severely demented creatures for no apparent reason except for the pure fact that I like the darkness but only in the dark of the dark of the night. Sweet dreams.

So long, farewell

cruel, cruel washington.

Goodbye and good riddance. through with you I am. maybe forever. I really wouldn't regret never coming back here--to this awful island i could learn to fear. just coming back scares the shit out of me.

today my passport was missing in action. luckily it was found. not in the fridge, though that was the first place to be looked. but instead in a bathroom drawer. what are the odds?

to y'all, and yes, i did say y'all...would you ever kidnap a cat? what if it was the sweetest cat ever to exist and was being tortured day in and day out? the cat here is being tortured by two demon children. i want to take it to france with me and keep it forever. they don't deserve such a precious living thing. they're bound to kill it. they're just that evil. imagine sid from toy story and there's my two sisters. just. pure. evil. i don't even know how it happened. them becoming cruel and unusual.

so i've taken a fancy to a) drawing and b) drawing melissa haslam's artwork. everything she has is very funky, quirky and i love it. so plane drawing here i come.

i leave tomorrow morning at 9:30am. but being on an island and all i have to take a ferry at 6:30am. yay for me! how excited am i. not.

one last thing to say....

i wish i had black hair.

or black highlights.

mel out.