ramblings

you know that moment when you just get home and you are so tired and so hungry and really need to use the bathroom, but you aren't quite sure what to do first?
haha.
TMI i know but today has been one of those days.
one of those days when a shower is the cure to make a long day end on a good note. clean.
so what is one to do when they don't know what to do first?
well, when you're as cool as me and you live in an apartment the size of most americans closets, you do it all at the same time.

And whoever invented Girl Scout cookies was a genius. I was a fan when I lived in the US. Every year (that I remembered) I would buy a few boxes. Now that they are unattainable unless some kind soul finds pity on me and buys them (at the ridiculous price that they are sold for) and then is so kind as to send them to me then I don't get any making me obsessed! The minute I see on facebook that people are wanting/buying/selling Girl Scout cookies, I put my orders in. Mom, aunts, cousins, friends... and then I wait, and hope, and pray that someone somewhere remembers me.
This year I just happened to be in Texas during the time that they were being sold, go me! So I somehow ended up with (no lie) 10 boxes. I ended up giving a few to my sister before I left for the mere reason that (I am the best sister alive!!) they didn't fit in my suitcase. But I did make it back with way too many boxes and now I spend my evenings eating as many cookies as I can stomach.
Will I ever finish them all??
(right now I'm working on the caramel delights. my fav.or.ite!)

So i'm sitting in my super cool new (to me) apartment, looking around, and it reminds me that sometimes things never change. Let me explain. I'd had this blog for a while before I moved to Paris and while I'm sure it was nothing special and no one read it, I find it interesting to go back and reread what I wrote about a certain time in my life and see how far I've come from then. Kind of like an online diary. I've never been one to keep a diary. Actually, the fact that I've kept up this blog for the year and a half solid that I have since moving to Paris, updating my life and the such, is kind of amazing to me. But back to the original idea, I remember writing back during my college days about how I felt like a nomad. I was constantly moving and traveling. Every since I moved out of my parents house I have felt  that way. But in the last few years I haven't really thought about it like that. Well, more like year and a half. In fact, I remember thinking after my final semester/summer of college, I can't wait to move to Paris and live in one place for a whole year. And it was a glorious year of stability in that area of my life. But here I am, back to my old self, feeling like the good ol nomad I know I was born to be and that leads to me my original thought, again... livin' out of suitcases. I really should unpack. There is no reason why I am not. I am lazy, I am busy, I can make a million and one reasons why I haven't unpacked that are ridiculous because the truth is, I have LITERALLY been living out of A (ONE) suitcase since I quit my last job last December. Now people, lets count how many months that is... THREE MONTHS I lived out of ONE suitcase. (so why am I STILL doing it???) I was traveling to the US and back and to London and between friends apartments and back to the US and between states in the US and back to friends apartments and now I am finally in an apartment I can call my own, after three (rather long) months. And I still am living out a suitcase, or 2 now.
So, there it is, the nomad name (and lifestyle) continue.

And one last thing. Never again, if I have a say in it, will I choose to participate in TWO daylight savings. Jet lag is already a pain in itself, and to add to that, 2 time changes in 2 weeks?? please people, can we get on the same page here skip an hour the same weekend? some of us (jet setters) are not in the mood to constantly be loosing hours of lives. So, with that being said, i must go to bed seeing as how it is not really 11:52 pm but rather 12:52 AM and tomorrow is a long, full day.

PS. tomorrow is my birthday party. (giddy giggle)

adios amigos!