Hey my buddies!

I haven't been able to write at all this weekend, nor read, and it pisses me off but the sight of a computer screen made me wanna barf.

A friend came with a cold at work and I caught it, it fell on to my lungs and I sound like an old grama that'd been smoking all her life. Awesome. Breathing makes me caugh, caughing makes me not breathe.

Anyway, it's better than the flu, and hopefully i'll be back on my feet (somewhat) for the 24th. It's not even for Christmas because... blah. but it's because I take the train that day and I'd ratehr feel okay in it.

Anyway, i'm dizzy and too hot but I'm cold, and at work because I'm a good girl. I just wanted to say hi and, well, take a break for two secs.

Byes!

I'm freezing. Like... on the spot.

It's 19 degrees outside and I wonder how much inside but probably not much more.

We had to make a choice. Either we start the computers and work, or start the heating system. If we do both, the power cuts in the whole building. It's gonna be fun tonight when we need to turn the lights on.

I keep saving my work and I'm trying to type with my gloves. Not as funny as it sounds.

If it goes on after Christmas (which, logically, it should) IO'm going to ask if we can work from home. Objectively, we all work on line and communicate with Skype anyway...

How about you guys? How's life? Please distract me while I turn into a popcycle.

Awesome! I can't believe it took so long for me to catch up that I'm working with Happy Time!

Damn! I've been thinking for two weeks that people didn't like me anymore and that my fav authors weren't updating... turns out, once again, that hotmail's moved lj_notify from the authorized senders to the blacklist. What the hell?

Oh, wait.

Was LJ trying to help me study for the GMAT? Cause that worked.

Yep. Finally.

I kciked it in the butt! 570!

Mayeb some of you have heard of better scores... but maths and me aren't friends so I think it's great.

Now, all I need is my GPA. Which the school won't gave me because they mess up the scores and shit and don't even know themselves. *sneers* If I can't get to the states because of them, I might get violent.

Okay. The strangest thing happened to me yesterday, and I'm still feeling it and let me tell you, it hurts like a bitch.

Has anyone ever found a papercut or a razorblade cut in one of their fingers and gone 'huh... I didn't even feel it... then.' ?

Yeah... it happened to me yesterday. I told david I dropped his razor and had damned cat reflexe and caught it on instinct, cutting myself on it...

The thing is... I have no idea what happened to my hands.

Yup. You read it right. Hands. As in plural.

It's razor cuts, it has to be. My left palm's skin had a slide of it hanging until i went nuts and ripped it off. It's only superficial, but it stings. That's been shaved off.

But I didn't shave.

I've got cuts on my left index finger. On my right middle finger and my right fourth finger has seven cuts on it and it's bleeding and stinging like hell.

Now it hurts when I type and that makes me cry inside. In my special, angry place.

Seriously, what the hell?

Something's wrong with me. It can't have happened without me noticing.

Except it did.

Damn.


An idea?

Exorcism?

Anything?

I saw something yesterday that made my inner Winchester squirm.

I saw, for real, one gorgeous '67 Impala.

Now, before you mock, it's rare to see some in such a good state. Keep in mind that I live in France, so... I was more than a little shocked.

It wasn't black, but just as shinny as Dean's. It was dark gray. I looked it up, it HAD to be a perso paintjob because that color doesn't even exist in regual carpaint shades. Beautiful.

And there's a guy that looked barely twenty stepping out of it and I'm like, all stupid and fangirly. "Nice wheels, man."

And that *%$£sonofa¤@!! says "What? That thing? That's an old crap that belongs to my parents. Can't wait to have my Aygo back."

*headdesk* He probably didn't get why I walked away.

Seriously. The guys owns a small Toyota, nothing wrong with that in itself, but it cannot compare to a collection car. *whacks him*

... *steals keys*

Coping mechanism. I'm wearing my favorite leather to work today.

Okay, so... hose of you who'll read this probably only bothered because they know me. And if you do, you know I'm not much for partying.
Cause I'm a geek.
And also because of my health.
I can't believe I lasted all night.
I'm still shaky, though. Adrenaline and exhaustion, probably. I alwys seem to be riding low on sugar these days and be hungry all the time (and I EAT ALL THE F***ING TIME, DAMMIT!)...

But yeah... goth nights are really something I wante dto go back to when I came back to Paris. Why, pray tell?
1) These people are fun and the most tolerant you can find among what they call 'urban tribes'.
2) The music's good. I love industrial electro when I need to blow off steam.
3) I kind of enjoy walking down underground instead of in a club full of nosey snob people.
4) It makes hooking up really easy.

Okay, fine I have a boyfriend.

I also have eyes. :)

You'll like it if
1) You have an open mind, and are easy to amuse. Some of these people come up with the greatest costumes. (From the guy with a corset that lights up, to the post appocalyptic combo (oxygen mask and white contacts)... whee!!)
2) You're a moderate perv. Like me. Meaning: if you find yourself grinning like an idiot everytime you see same sex making out.

And... damn! Why do I always have to be taken when I go there?!

Of course, David was with me. I'm kind of surprised, actually, that I managed to drag him there. I knew he'd love it but he's usually prejudiced.

Anyway... It's pretty easy to hook up down there. In a good way. You walk down in another world. If you don't want to, you'll never be hit on, but if you look interested, you've got everyone for you. And there were these two girls, DAMN! Even Thirteen looked just about good looking compared to them.
*weeps*
I know, I shouldn't be like that, I have a boyfriend.
*huffs*
I hate myself.
Meh...


PS: These pictures aren't of us, but for those who know me on FB, I might get tagged any day now.

 Hey people!

I moved in yesterday, my new appartment is awesome! I don't have internet installed yet so I won't post much till I get it (maybe the end of the week? Next week? Dude, I'm gonna die if it's longer), but I'll keep writing so I can update everything after I'm jacked in again.

I'll read the updates I track *cough* at work *cough*. Like, today I skipped lunch to read englishblue 's latest entry. If you don't know that wonderful autor, stay tuned because I'm planing to launch myself into podfic.

I hope my French accent will make you smile rather then scowl. *grins*

C ya folks.

Over and out!