Cash up front, and direct.

Whoops!

I completely forgot about the most important moments of yesterday... I wandered (purposefully) into the Creative Writing Society's first meeting. We did four or five excellent group prompts where we wrote about an opera-loving skateboarder, a cocaine deal made through blackmail, cowboys and space... I am going to enjoy that group.

Notable quotes:
-"I went to Essex, and thus developed a penchant for short skirts."
-"Sort of midgey."
"Midgey?"
"Tiny."
"Ah. Midgey means tiny."
"Are you going to write that into your blog as well?"

When the governing board introduced themselves, they all said, "if you have any questions, you can find me in the pub downstairs."

hold up. wait wait a minute.

"cheesy is romance for dogs." - Ariane

Paris is more incredible than I could have imagined. How do people fall in love here when there is the city to fall in love with? Or, maybe that's the problem... people fall in love with the streets and cafés on every corner and mistake it for love for the person they are with.

Eleven hour flights are miserable. I listened to half of every album on my ipod... that's the manner my stir craziness manifested itself. That, and an awful new story about a boy who wants to be in love with a mermaid.

More later. Ths keyboard is unmanageable.