It’s Holly

…excuse the vulgarity. for those of you who don’t know, Dave Chappelle has rubbed off on me to the point where every sentence ends with “mmm mmm,bitch”. I even have Jonathan’s french friends saying it. Damn americans corrupting the french…i’m contributing to the cause.

anywho… I’M IN PARIS! finally!

Here are the pictures:

http://www.ofoto.com

user – “holly@since82.com”
pass – “password”

easy enough, huh? leave off the quotes, knuckelheads. and don’t go messing anything up. Enjoy.

So my first day here, Jonathan refused to let me sleep to knock out any chance of jetlag. As soon as I got off the plane, I did the whole customs thing, got my luggage, and proceded toward the “sortie” (…the exit, i learned that word quick). There’s a huge crowd of people outside the glass double doors waiting for their arrivals, so I’m all excited and whatnot. I walk out, and there’s no Jonathan. My flight was delayed, so maybe he was a little delayed. 20 minutes later, he’s still delayed. So I walk around the airport thinking there’s another arrival terminal that he may be at, but I don’t see another one, and I’m not tryin’ to get lost up in Charles de Gaulle. So I keep circling the area and I spot him looking for me. I can’t get any words out so I make this sorta “Uhh!” grunting noise and scream. lol He greets me with Cyril (the cutest boy ever) and pastry filled with chocolate. We get everything back to the apartment and hit the streets. The Eiffel Tower is the first stop (this would be a good time to open ofoto.com and click on The Eiffel Tower album). Fantastico. I try to hit up as many toursity monuments as I can before we head back to the house. Eiffel Tower and Invalides are now (somewhat) complete. I still have to go inside of Invalide. We get back to the house and eat, and I meet everyone (Nicole, her parents, Melissa, and Lelu). It’s late as hell… around 2 AM, and I’ve officially been up for 36 hours…without time change. Jonathan’s convinced if I sleep their normal hours,jet lag won’t effect me. And he’s right, because I’m up in the daylight and down at night.

Day two = The Louvre, lots of bread, wine and cheese.

Day three = Museé D’Orsay and a district called the Moireé (i think). Lots of cute shopping. I got two sweaters for 25 Euro (about $30). We went to a concert (Youssou N’Dour). It was dope!

Day four = today. Nicole’s parents leave today, and we’re supposed to take the train to Versailles. Tonight, there’s a birthday party for Jonathan’s friend’s friend Suzie.

doin’ the butt… aaahhhwww, sexay sexay… when you get that notion, put your backfield in motion haay. ain’t nothin’ wrong if you wanna do the butt all night long…. haaay… sexay sexay…
tina got a big ole butt! ::oh yeah!:: holly got a big ole butt! ::oh yeah!:: justin got a big ole butt! ::oh yeah!:: jilly got a big ole butt! ::oh yeah!:: jono got a big ole butt!

damn, how can you not love that song. that’s the ‘ish. Je vais a Paris en quatre jours!! Four more days, y’all… and I’ll be in Europe. I can’t believe that. I don’t think it’s sunk in yet. Two more days of work and I’m out! I’ma call my mom, tell her to sell Raven, ’cause I think I’ll want to stay over there. Maybe I’ll fall in love with a tall dark and handsome Frenchie. One can only dream.

on the darker side…

there’s a whole BUNCH of controversial conspiracies rockin the world right now. people saying they were told to pose as if they were making fun of iraqi prisoners and putting them in “compromising” positions… there’s something fishy. i must admit, the government using those soldiers in the pictures as sacrificial lambs, saying they were told to pose that way to use as “intimidation tactic” for the prisoners was good PR. great attempt to save face, white house! ::pats america on back:: i’m not fallin’ for that shit.. c’mon now. i may not be the sharpest tool in teh shed, but that don’t mean I’m a hoe (is that the saying? lol) yaknowwhaimean. things is smellin trout like and whatnot.

and why ain’t yall do the quiz? i’m tryin to give y’all free shit and you DENY me?! wtf? It’s not like I got a paypal button up on my site asking for donations… I’m trying to give YOU presents. That’s cool though… I’ll save my money or get my hair did. punks. now do the quiz. ’cause holly ♥s you.

… i’d like to give a shout out to the State of California for refunding me $18 of the $620 I sent in for taxes. Now, I can have a half a tank of gas and maybe a carwash. I appreciate it. Really. I do. now, can I have the other $602 back, you money swindling bastard?

up yours, State of California. Take your year-round tropical weather, movie stars, beaches and piers, and shove it up your stealing-from-lower-middle-class ass. let’s go set arnold’s hummer on fire.

thx.

(this Public Service Announcement has been brought to you by a very very angry little chubby half black and half filipino girl. you know the short ones are fiesty, and the “chubby” gives me “strungth”. now gimme my money back).

holly’s putting on a little contest for her most loyalist readers. (sorry Tina and Jonathan… y’all are excluded… you know too much lol). Here’s the deal. There are 5 questions posted below, all of which you would know the answers to if you’ve been the most loyalist reader ever. Or you could just be a punk and search teh archives, whatever. lol Anywho… answer these 5 questions. The first 3 people to holla back get a little gift from me!! I’ll decide what it is… maybe it’ll be a mix CD with my favorite songs… maybe I’ll buy you something off of your Amazon wish list, maybe it’ll be a souvenir from Paris. I’m not sure, but I’ll get you something, for real this time. The shit ain’t gonna be big though. I’m broke. Here are your questions:

1. Name 3 of my food obsessions/addictions/phases
2. Name 3 concerts I’ve been to in the past year
3. What does LOTI mean?
4. Who are the “staples” in my music collection?
5. What’s Holly’s policy on sexual harassment?

and there it is kids. e-mail ‘em to holly@since82.com. let’s get this party started.

somebody’s always making somethign funky in the kitchen at work. the microwave always smells like some freakish mixture of kimchee, buttered popcorn and salmon. it’s not a good thing. needless to say, i really don’t wanna heat up my food in there, but I do it anyway. the smells don’t “rub off” or anything, it’s just so unappetizing.

big ups to tina for trying to detoxify her life by eating healthier. according to her, she “really like[s] these raw nuts”. I was shopping with my moms on sunday when we just happened to bump into Tina at Trader Joe’s. She has soy this and soy that in her cart… veggies, tofu chicken, berries, bananas… and in her hands she got a bag of chocolate chip trail mix. Just ’cause it say trail mix ddon’t mean it’s healthy. I snatched it outta her hands and handed her some raw nuts. And there it is. Raw foods are the way to go. not that I’m exactly following the plan. I do really well at breakfast. I have my smoothie, with one pound of fruit in every bottle. These are my favorites. That ‘ish will run right through you, though. You’ll be hungry in 20 minutes, fasho (sorry, I’ve been looking for an excuse to use “fasho” all week:) ). It’s good for ya though. But after breakfast… it’s all… down…hill. Bring on the dead animal meat and the processed foods. It’s all about babysteps, though. Right? Right!! Babysteps. I got breakfast *down packed*. I’ll work on lunch next week.