A Day And A Half

[searchsoleil]

I've actually been on the computer more in this past day than I've been in the past three weeks. That's sort of disturbing when I think about it really.

Anyway, I'm here. In Paris, France. It's not so bad really. This keyboard is driving me insane, but other than that... God, why the heck should you have to shift to get a period? That's just stupid.

So how has my stay really been so far? Alright I guess. I've spent more of it sleeping than I might have cared for. And I feel like crap. Yesterday, I had this massive headache left over from the flight and then today my stomach is... exteremely not happy...

And it's hot. God, they've got this weird fan-thing in my room and I'm basically huddled against it.

And I feel like an idiot. That part really sucks. I mean my cousin Christine is like 12 and she speaks better English than I do French.

But what about the good stuff?

The apartment is nice, Jean Paul and Martine and Christine are all wonderful. Catherine is a friggin' lifeline and I couldn't be more grateful...

God, who had the bright idea of sticking a 'q' on the 'a' key???

Really the only things that are truly bothering me are my stomach and this keyboard. Considering that, I think these next couple of weeks are going to be all right.

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[search-soleil.livejournal.com]

And the songs are freaky, by the way. I'd be embarrassed to type out Sodomy for you, but let's just say the last line is "Join the holy orgy, Kama Sutra... everyone~~" Geez. And then there's Hashish which is basically a song where they name all sorts of drugs so that it goes "Hashish... cocaine... marijuana...opium..." Oh and then initials haha. "LBJ took the IRT down to 4th Street, USA. When he got there, what did he see? The youth of America on LSD." And the song Hair itself is odd. In the middle it branches off into a Star-Spangled Banner spoof, by going "Oh say, can you see... my eyes if you can, THEN MY HAIR'S TOO SHORT!!"

Down to here, down to there, down to where it stops by itself. doo doo dododo d-d-dododo~~

So anyway, must run. Talk to you later.

God, it's like almost 8 o'clock here, but it's only like 2 over there. That's darn creepy really.

Gah, ANYWAY. BYEBYE

~~Rizu

[final-miracle.livejournal.com]

I'm scared now. Is it all right that I'm scared? The drug song sounds amusing though. Gonna make a note to download that.

That "LBJ took the IRT down to 4th street" part songs like some weird rap song...

[search-soleil.livejournal.com]

Ah but it is so very not a rap song...