Lorelai is In My Room

Again, I am late. I should be writing an email to another party at this very moment, yet I am actively choosing to procrastinate that one. I'll explain in a few paragraphs from now.

Hello, everyone! I have some very big news: 4 days till I'm on my way to Paris, the big, European beacon of culture and hobsnobbery. I have not yet decided what to wear or what to bring; in fact, I haven't really begun packing. I am waiting for laundry to finish so that I can really get to planning.

If my thoughts seem oddly spacey and not so well put together, I have a simple explanation. I am writing this while watching Gilmore Girls. Episode 13 is a real riveter of T.V. production. Anyways, that's my excuse.

I am very excited for this whole Paris thing. I have never lived anywhere besides Utah Valley, so this will be a whole new adventure. I do not count my time in Ottawa (for good reason), and this city is going to be a lot different. We will be seeing incredible museums, historically important sites, and attempting to understand the French way of life. I am supposed to have sent an email to my host family by now, which I will be doing after this.

My Facebook Marketplace luck has been astronomical this weekend. I got myself a camera with lenses, so expect great pictures from France. I'll put them on here, now that I have something to take pictures of. I'd like to make a lens out of a disposable film camera, but I'm not sure that I'll have time for that before I leave.

I suppose I have something else exciting to tell you all about. The compliments for these emails convinced me that I have a shot in my first essay contest. I am entering the BYU Brimhall essay contest with an essay about Odysseus, racism, and hiking in the dark. I hope it'll do well because I like writing well enough --- and the cash would be a wonderful addition to my coffers. Wish me luck on that, I guess. I'm sure there are some future Jane Austens and George Eliots in my ranks, who I'm sure write excellent competitive essays. I don't care. It's exciting! I've always wanted to but never had the ambition.

Through my work, I was able to meet someone in Paris who works at L'Oreal. If things go well, we may get to take a tour or something with him! One of my boss figures is also intent on finding me a great job, and our Paris contact has something to do with their AI department, among other things. Imagine, for a moment: me, in France, working in AI at L'Oreal. Not only would I have a dream job in a dream location, my skin would look straight out of a dream as well. A girl can dream, can't she? 

I tried to look up that last line so that I could say something witty, like "Angelina Jolie seems to think so," but I couldn't find anything other than a quote from a book called Second Chance Romance, and that a half-quote from Twilight. 

I look forward to fall weather. I am tired of sweating on my 3 minute walk between the visitor lot and the Wilkinson Student Center.

I do not look forward to the fact that the International Studies Program office rules with an iron fist. We have an 11:00 pm curfew while in France, which, although I would be following anyways, I can't help but have disdain for. We also have loads of hoops to jump through every time we want to travel anywhere that isn't in our itinerary, which is stupid. I'm a very cautious individual. I am also technically an adult. I don't feel like I need to be babysat. All of the rules are ones that I would be doing anyway, but it nonetheless annoys me that they exist.

I may write again on Monday, but seeing as it's Saturday today, I'm not sure that's necessary. I'll decide on Monday. I suppose I'm not restricted to weekly emails like I once was. Our dog just escaped, so I have to go deal with that. 

Goodbye,

Will