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This week was an accomplished week. I have no wonderful tales to tell of a glamorous life in Paris. This was a week spent working. Monday I gave my first presentation in French. I can't even begin to explain how nervous I was before. Even compared to all of those years spent in musical theatre and various singing competitions, nothing can compare the my fear on monday. I can't pinpoint exactly what I was so scared of.... maybe the fact it was in French, or that I was afraid I reserached something incorrectly, or I wouldn't speak loud enough, or no one would understand because of my thick accent. Probably a combination. Anyway, I don't feel exceptionally confident, but I do feel satisfied knowing I did the best I could. (personal pep talk.... I'll pat myself on the back now too I suppose.)
Friday I handed in a paper about the position of Spain in Europe and in war in the 1600's.
And saturday I finished (one day late) my first essay written in French, on "how to define the works of Véronèse".
I would really like a trophy, but I will settle for a passing grade.

ants in my pants, so i'm gunna dance.

Two posts in one day. I haven't blogged in well over a month, so I hope this makes up for it a bit. I could have just made one post today, but then it would have been too long and random.

Here is some music that is 100 percent dance-able. Perfect for turning up loud and cooking dinner to, while dancing at the same time. Perfect for dancing home alone. Perfect for parties. The group is called Caravan Palace.

More songs found here.

Happy Hallowe'en by the way. I sure had a great one. It was such a last minute halloween for me. I usually plan the costume well in advance, but this year it was 2 hours before the party. I was a flapper. Woah original. Calm down. But apparently European's can't identify flappers very easily. I got responses like:

"Oh!!!! Pochahontas!!"

"That actress from the united states! The one from the 70's right?!"

Anyway, that doesn't matter. It's not their fault, Hallowe'en is really under-celebrated in France. It's too bad really.

I was thinking the other day, how I'm sure my parents stole so much of my halloween candy when I was a kid. Seriously I would bring home atleast one pillow case full of candy, there is no way I could ever eat all of it alone. So I am certain that parents take your candy when you are not there, or at school, or asleep. But that's fine, really, I am certainly going to do it too.

I find it hard to believe this is a real plant..... it is called "Dolls Eyes".
Those "eyes" are berries....appartently. Creepy. But I want one.

phone-etics

hullo wurld.

Two random notes on language for you today:

I wuz thinking thuh other day abouwt spelleeng wurds how they sownd. Juring a lektcher at skool there will off-tin bee wurds the teecher will say (in french) that I will not no the meeneeng uv ore how 2 spell. So I reelie on thuh phonetic sownd of thuh wurd and rite it how it sownds. I check layter 4 thuh definishun and sumtimes kant eeven find it.

I am taking a Spanish course at school, and am of course in the level "grand debutant", as I have never learned Spanish in my life. It can become a bit tiring when doing homework to look up every word in a sentance because I really have no idea what it is. So, I result to google translate. And sometimes google translate is a nice guy, but other times he is an asshole. Like especially when I should have left the house 5 minutes earlier, but had to finish the assignment. Of course he is an asshole then. This exercise I was trying to complete last minute was one of those connect the first part of the sentence on the left to the end of a sentence on the right.

I just typed each sentence into the translater and running late, scrambling to finish, this is what I got:

1st half of sentence 2nd half of sentence

these glasses are - whose father talks to you
that's it girl - this is the bed
that dog is - is that I bought for the savannas
I want to see - like the one I was a kid
I have friends here - Bohemian Crystal

That is not my attempt at matching them, its just how they were arranged in the exercise.

stud+io=studio, and i have one in Paris

hello!!!!

I have moved back to Paris, that lovely city where I live. AND I have a studio. My very own place in the city. It is 17m squared, with a mezzanine and a beautiful big window that goes directly onto a private garden for me (if I climb through the window....). It is kind of in rough shape and needs some paint and some love from me but other than that it is parfait! The neighbourhood is lovely too. Exactly where I wanted to be, I'm just by Belleville and Rue des Pyrénées. While walking along Rue Des Pyrénées today I saw the most beautiful street I have ever seen. I don't want to give too many details because it is just so sacred. I can't wait to go back and dream about living in one of the houses on the street. My mouth actually watered and I think my eyes may have teared when I imagined myself having an apartment there. Through the streets of Paris, hidden behind shops and your typical Haussmann apartment you can find secret streets that actually have little houses. Houses in Paris are not easy to find, and when someone told me they existed I didn't believe. But I have seen and I believe and I want. This street that I saw was narrow and had houses at the front just basically touching the street, each with distinct gates and apartments about 3 stories high just behind the house. I apologized to my boyfriend, because I had fallen in love with a street. Apparently the houses and apartments are filled with artists, which is clear just from looking from the street.

This photo does no justice for how nice it is. Use your imagination. It was the only one I could find.

But, an apartment there will not be mine until university is finished and I have a real job with hopefully big pay cheques. And in the mean time I will love and care for my new studio.

unfiltered passions

My friend Dave wrote a script in high school for a thesis for end of grade 12 something.... and one of the lines in the script I will always remember. Something deep to write in grade 12, a quote that I use on occasion.

"Alcohol is a catalyst for unfiltered passions" -my friend Dave

The above photos do not represent the meaning of that quote. I just really like the quote. These photos are my attempt at creating beautiful photography. I am borrowing my boyfriends fathers 1976 Minolta X-700 SLR camera for the rest of the summer. I enjoy taking photos and I find beauty in almost everything. Little things in life amaze me.... like last night on the drive from Toronto to my small hometown there was a ridiculous summer thunderstorm. It rained so hard we pulled over into a KFC parking lot, and waited about 10 minutes for the rain to die down a bit. It was only 8:45pm but it looked like 11pm. The sky was so dark. When the rain cleared you could see a strip of sky peeking out from underneath the black. The dark sky looming over intensified the sunset, which was butter yellow, contrasting with the dark blue clouds above it. As the sun set further there were pinks and greens and yellows mixing together. I asked my mom to pull over to the side of the highway where I wasted about half of the film.

new post, new domain

So.... the time has come. I would like to officially change the name of my blog. Pocket thoughts.... you had a good run, but you were kind of spur of the moment name. It takes me a long time to decide on names for things. I started my list of potential names for my (not yet born) children. The one that has been on the list the longest, and will stay is Evelyn. I love everything about that name, it is so feminine, and graceful. Anyway, the real purpose of this post, the new name of my blog.... (are you excited?!)

super pomme

If you take the time, no matter how often that may be, to read my blog, please do not forget to change the address and save it as: www.superpomme.blogspot.com

In other news, I was in Montreal last Sunday to Wednesday. I went with a best friend of mine. It was kind of a last minute trip, and I enjoyed (almost) every minute of it.

What I liked: Being with my dear friend, seeing a friend from Paris and him being kind enough to host us, delicious breakfasts, champagne, falling asleep in parks, buying knit finger puppets (hours of fun), my Minolta camera, cats, mannequins, neighbours, roommates, red wine, sunny days, cobblestone streets, nutella espressos, rosé, bixi bikes, homeless men in fountains, climbing up Mount Royal wearing kitten heels, practicing my French, sleeping on a super comfy mattress, guacamole, patio re-arranging (feminine touch), my beautiful m0851 wallet, romantic summer night rain, seeing Montreal from a rooftop, getting photo tips from a sexy/grumpy French photographer, laughing fits.

What I didn't really like: 8 hour bus rides, sunburn, camera running out of film after just two photos on the rooftop, stomach pains, being too drunk and confused to eat "apparently" delicious poutine, waiting 20 minutes for a train to pass, being too tired and sick to enjoy the "bring your own bottled wine" restaurant the first night.

I hope that I have time to visit these patios this summer.
http://www.torontolife.com/features/best-city-hit-deck/

sometimes my computer is just so lame it changes normally fast songs slow. and i hate that