Katie Doyle, Girl About Town

Thursday, Jul. 27, 2006 - 2:06 p.m.

I did not get the job. :( I'm pretty disappointed, actually.

Isabelle Adjani is luminous. I really don't think there's another word for her. I don't know what the title is, but everyone is very pale, it's set in like 1700's Paris (at least as far as I can tell from my woefully inadequate knowledge of historical french fashion), and Isabelle is luminous. LUMINOUS!

They have That's Incredible on the air here, but it's called "Incroyable! Mais Vrais," or, Incredible! But True. Right now it's a blonde model with one arm. Since she's working in the US, that *is* incredible...

I just realized I've been here 2 weeks already and only have 10 left. :( I better get on it. The time has just flown.

I decided I totally don't apologize for sounding grumpy. I'm a little depressed and a lot isolated. I'm doing my best not to be sad, but I am. This blog is a record of my trip and what I'm thinking for me, and not for anyone else. It's nice people care enough to read it, and I frankly don't want you to stop; I love getting comments, especially now that I'm totally alone every day and only 2 of my friends and the housemate are writing me email every day. I love Paris. I'm thrilled as hell to be here. But I'm not going to start every entry with "Gosh, Paris is GREAT!" and only hit the high notes. That wouldn't be an accurate record, nor would it represent what living in Paris is like. Getting caught in a hugeass storm and coming home to wet carpet is part of that. So is a cableguy who never shows and frustration at not being able to speak french fluently enough to get change for the damn washer. I'm sorry if some of you find that upsetting or in someway unappreciative of my situation, but I am not going to make a point every day of remarking on my incredible dinner and how lucky I know I am. That would be like thanking my boss every day for my job - it'd get old really quickly, for both him and me. I'm paying for this trip with money I worked hard for and sacrificed to have, so it's not like this was a gift from someone else. I borrowed some money from the housemate and could not do it without his help, but again, I'm paying him back. So it's my money and my trip, and I'll cry if I want to! ;) Anyway, YOU try going without a phone for weeks, without even a hint of when you might be able to get one and totally unable to control that in any way for yourself, and then, frankly, we'll talk about your experience, and you can cry to me about it, but don't judge my ass until you've been without a phone and whatever form of entertainment you need to unwind and get your bearings again at the end of the day in a foreign country where you aren't at least half-fluent in the language. :)

These entries will sometimes be angsty. I still love Paris, I still love being here, I'm happy as freaking hell. Now let's all just lighten up and go back to our regularly scheduled blog reading, shall we? :)

XO and peace out,
Katie

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