Eat.

Today marks a very important day: I braved eating alone at a restaurant, but let me back up here…here’s why: I had a friend who was in town and me being friendly and inviting said that we should meet up and have dinner. Of course, as we all know, when you aren’t a local, you don’t know what street you’re on from your ass. I’m guessing that is the situation we had here. I had a feeling but I didn’t let that stop me from indulging in the best meal and ordering 50 ml of wine all to myself!

I had been scared to do this since I arrived, but then I thought back to that faithful Sex and the City episode where Samantha eats in a restaurant without a date, without a book, and without a computer. I had a book and I had my iphone for a short while. But then I felt inspired to just be. I ordered a “plat du jour” in the best way I could (French that sorta made sense) and it just so happened to be that delicious canard a l’orange with a side of pommes de terre (technically translates to apples of the earth, but we call those potatoes)  and quiche (we all know what that is). 

It was freeing and I thought a lot about the meaning of life, or at least tried to. As much as I tried to have a spiritual awakening like in Eat, Pray, Love I only managed to think about a random guy coming by and sweeping me off of my feet. Is that really pathetic or what? I feel like it was at the turning point of the 4th glass of wine. That is when it all goes downhill, so for future reference stop at the third glass if you’re on your own.

Regardless, I loved it. It was fun. I feel like that is the true way to enjoy your meal because let’s face it, we never pay attention to it when we are too busy having intricate conversations. BTW I am currently reading Eat, Pray, Love and have embarked on a writing spree of my own. You’ll have to wait and see for the published version of course. 

Anyways, I think that everyone should sit down at a restaurant and no matter how more attentive the waiter becomes (thinking that you want to bounce on out of the place as soon as you finish eating because you are alone and pathetic), or how many conversations are occurring around you, or how weird it may feel (at first). Take that initiative to treat yourself and feel good about it. C’est la vie!

Bon courage! or as we say in English: Good luck!

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Eat.

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The Senior Itch

 A year ago, on this very date, I was stressing out about having my nails ready for prom, how painful my shoes would be, and how much I was riding on the after party to be one of the best parties of the year to kick start my summer, and the beginning of the end which I now know that it was the end of the beginning.

In a complete 360, I am getting my nails ready, but this time it is to go on a weekend trip in France and I don’t really give too much of a shit about anything. If I have learned anything about life, it is that you can’t. It changes from one minute to the next and the person who you thought you were or weren’t instantly takes form.

Senior year of high school is a time for fun, supposed “growing up”, and becoming an adult, but don’t try to fool anyone; everyone is aware that you are actually getting drunk, falling over, and becoming a fucking asshole. I’m sort of kidding, but really now. 

You are not automatically an adult because you made a decision to go continue school or to get a job. You are not invincible because you made it the standard 12 years of mandatory schooling where you didn’t have to support anything but your vices and habits. Even though you are getting the hell out of your town, you don’t just fall off the face of the Earth. Most importantly everything you’ve learned up till now is little compared to the what’s to come.

Congrats senior classes of 2012…but for the real advice because I’m not Ghandi:

Disclaimer: Be careful and don’t do anything stupid. #YOLO

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Every girl dreams of the day she gets kissed in front of the Eiffel Tower overlooking the Seine River by a handsome young man who pronounces his r’s in the sexiest way.

And there it is.

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Like seriously, this is a scene that is hard to top.

Regardless it’s going on my Bucket list. 

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Fuck bitches, get some. 

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Rollin on the River.

Taking a step forward, or two steps back?

I have come at a crossroads in my life where I have to have some sort of plan. At least enough to score me a job in my mid 20’s because apparently in real life, most nannies don’t score (rich) husbands. Not that money is my main priority, but I don’t want to have to worry about having enough money to pay the bills or to put my own children through college. Since I have way too many “when I was your age” stories as of now, my kids are gonna be little fucks and want that and more.I digress because I don’t want to think about anything coming out of me for at least another 10 years. 

So it’s an easy answer to an easy question, right? Where do I want to go to college (like for real)? Yes, I’m returning to the 50 Beautiful States. BUT that’s just the thing, I could go absolutely anywhere (as long as I get accepted). I busted my ass enough in high school to get in the schools I’m looking at though like Harvard, Yale, Brown…haha are you high? I’m kidding obvs. 

I used to be so afraid of change and leaving what I had behind, but that seems to be a thing of the past. I know I can take on the challenge and I’m more than willing. I only wish that I could carry my friends wherever I go, but I know that they have lives of their own. That would be selfish on my part to hope they follow me on my journey. I love you guys, and you know who you are.