le temps filait

This is the new addition to my flat -- I've named it Rowdy in honor of those who gave it to me (Kat and Tannie) and all of the Scrubs episodes that we watched while they stayed with me for a few days during their tour of Europe. Why didn't I have a cactus before now?!

Anyway. Aside from Rowdy, who is outside chillin' on the balcony (quite literally -- it became autumn overnight again here. Not unlike last year. Or the year before that....), there's not much to talk about... EXCEPT OH YEAH I'VE BEEN IN LIVING IN FRANCE FOR TWO BIG SCARY YEARS. I certainly felt the first six months of living here drag on endlessly, but after that, I'm seriously left wondering where 2010 went. And now most of 2011, including the summer. What the whaaaaat happened to June, July and August?

That's it. I've got some good ideas for future entries, but I just haven't thought of them yet. Sorry my blog kinda sucks now, but you're still reading it so I don't care.

Just kidding, I do. But only marginally.

:D

bisous

je vais au coiffure (de temps en temps)

Sometimes (meaning every six months) I go to the salon for my bi-annual haircut. I've really been trying to make an effort--I even cut it before Christina's wedding in May!--but even though I have noted "GET A HAIRCUT YOU LAZY BUTTHEAD" every week in my agenda, I always end up conveniently ignoring it and instead decide I don't have time that week. Besides, I've had pretty much only weird experiences at the French coiffure -- either they don't really listen to me or they don't listen to me and they spend the entire time ignoring me and sometimes even leaving me in the chair with the blonde dye burning my scalp.

But you guys, this time, I had a really good experience. I decided to go to a more upscale-y salon and had the most wonderful woman cutting my hair. She was bubbly and making jokes the whole time and not only that, but the woman actually listened to what I wanted! She found just the right shade of red-brown and the end result is, if I may say, awesome. I love her. And I love it.

I wanna shout it from the rooftops! I don't have any post-coiffure remorse for once!!! YAYYYY!!