life's a dance we all have to do.

my weekend was spent quite lazily, besides the four hours of saturday classes i signed up for.  classes were good and went relatively quickly.  i still wasn't feeling 100% yesterday, so i elected to lay around and watched movies and sleep all day.  today was more of the same, only leaving around noon to pick up some groceries for the week.  my boss gave me '30 rock,' and i am nearly finished with season one.  it is quite entertaining, but more so, i feel like i just need to finish it up and give it back.  two more episodes.  in the last episode that i watched tonight, i recognized an actress.  it bothered me for about ten minutes before i realized who she was...

frances from the pere lachaise scene in 'paris, je t'aime.'  this led me to search for this clip on youtube, which then led me to watch my other favorite clips from said film.  and then the paris reminiscing began, which led me to search for plane tickets to cdg, along with paris apartment rentals for the month of june, july, or august.  which led me to wonder if i could just go there tomorrow.

nah, i dont think bondy would be too happy if i called in from cdg.  

i really like korea, but it doesn't have that je ne sais quoi that paris does.  i feel no drive to learn korean, preferring to perfect my french, and even re-learn spanish and italian.  europe is calling.  i dont know if ill be able to work in korea for two years.  all i know is that i cannot really plan anything because i haven't lived in the same place for more than eight months in the last three or four years.  i get the itch to move around a lot, to see new cultures, to live in new places.  i dont really like to travel places for a week or two.  i like to live there for a few months to absorb the culture without feeling stressed.  im gradually absorbing korea.  but my body yearns for france, for the sweet succulent wines and cheeses and crepes and, oh, mon dieu, j'ai besoin d'arreter.  c'est trop pour mon coeur maintenant.

and this is me, thinking about paris...nothing but sourires and funky french fingernails.