yay! as this post's title implies, i bought a bike today. i found it online for only 5 euros, an absolutely amazing feat because all the other bikes in this area for people over 9 years old were listed at least 90--USED. i ended up paying 10 for it because the lady didn't have change, but i don't care 'cause now i don't have to pay for the metro and i don't have to bother my roommate anymore about visiting bikes with me. i made her go with my today because the last time i went by myself to see something i found on the internet (namely an apartment) i almost got trapped with a naked man. thank goodness i didn't make it all the way there to meet him. it's possible that he wasn't even naked, but when i arrived at his building he told me on my cell phone that he was. and he sounded old. ew. on the contrary, this lady was really nice and young and tried to make me promise to come back for my change, which i probably won't do unless i'm desperately broke and in need of a meal.
speaking of meals, i got one for free last night while i was helping the gaillarde edit her translation of an atrocious article her boss composed. maybe it wasn't that bad, because it was intentionally vague, but man, was it difficult to read. while we were taking one of our breaks, the gaillarde helped me figure out what to do about the scot. yes, the boy who just barely succeeded in walking me home last saturday. he sent me a really cute text message on monday, apologizing for his behaviour--the fact that he was able to associate my number with me was already a good sign--but i didn't know how to respond. i wanted to wait until i had asked people who knew him if he was a good or bad apple, but i didn't want to make him wait too long. i ended up sending him a quick (and dry) "thanks for walking me home the other night", even though i wanted to see him again. it didn't occur to me to simply be honest and respond, "yes, you were stupid saturday night, but i'd like to see you again, anyway," which would have simplified my life. now, with the gaillarde's help, i've made an attempt to re-connect with him. she advised me to apologize for the tone of my last text and ask him to have coffee with me on wednesday. however, i fear that my effort might be too little too late. alas, i wish i weren't so bad at talking to boys. the minute i'm interested i do everything possible to sabotage myself. maybe that's what i should do with the dragueur. i should just throw myself at him so he'll lose interest and we can go back to having a normal friendship. i wish i believed that would work.
and before i forget, everyone who reads my blog (yeah, right. i know i'm writing to myself, but there's always a chance...) should be aware that one of my favorite blogs, redactedblog.blogspot.com, is being written for the next couple of weeks by the regular author's friends, while he is volunteering in louisiana. its content is obviously different, so be kind to dan. it's not him. i particularly liked the post titled "isabelle" because the author is hilarious. the one called "it's like yeah..." is incoherent, yet enjoyable and i like the non-blogger. please be kind in your comments.
i'm outtie.
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Congratulations on your bicycle, My brother rides one here in the States for the same reasons you gave.
Good luck with the Scot. Good men are hard to come by.
You know, the sad thing is, no matter what we accumulate in this life, we will eventually lose it all to death. All that we hold dear will be torn from our hands not only on that final day, but also throughout our lives. Only one thing is certain: Ten out of ten people die and very few when they wanted to. And all of us will face God on Judgment Day.
Are you ready to meet your Maker?
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