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Jul. 30th, 2001 09:55 amAh well, what can I say? My birthday in Paris was okay. But b-days are by definition a disappointment, so I really should have been prepared for that... Well... I don't really want to talk much about that. The birthday is over and it was no special day, as it never is, so everything is back to normal.
Paris was nice. I have a blister now. Going to Paris for one day only isn't the hottest of ideas, I guess. The Sacre Coeur was wonderful, as always. It inspires me. I wish I could go there every day. Versailles was terrible, again, as always. Every fucking time I go there, I'm annoyed and pissed off. I wanted to see the Bathing Apollo. I always want to see him and something always prevents that. This time, I specifically asked if the Apollon group was going to be accessible and the guy said yes. When we went to the garden, we not only had to pay admission (which you usually don't) for a daily ticket for a light spectacle that wasn't going to be on in those 1,5 hrs we were going to be there, no, the Apollo group was closed! They had just closed the fucking gates! Man! I'll never get to see that fucking group. It's the one thing I love the most in the world when it comes to statues and I never get to see it... T_T
Ah well... the sisters are leaving tomorrow. I'm kinda happy now about it. They're getting on my nerves. It's fun to have them around, no doubt, but they're just too demanding. They always cause stress. We spent half of my birthday fighting. Or rather, them fighting with each other and me sitting there and waiting for it to blow over. I always regretted going to Paris in the first place. I wish I had been home where people appreciate me. But then again, nobody does at home either... So, in the end it's all useless.
My gf and I are getting along well. We're talking about lots of things and I'm always being honest with her. She's still very much bothered about me roleplaying. I think she even wants me to stop. But I most certainly won't. I'll just let her read the logs and be done with it. Holy craps!
Sometimes I wonder why I'm not taking what's right in front of me. My gf is a brilliant writer. She's very good. She's learnt how to do it and has been published. But I never ever include her in my work. Isn't that strange? Maybe we should write something together. She wants to write with me about angels.
I guess her talent scares me. I feel so menial in her presence. She writes about cool stuff whereas I just write about silly things.
Not really in the mood now, so I'll stop writing.
Paris was nice. I have a blister now. Going to Paris for one day only isn't the hottest of ideas, I guess. The Sacre Coeur was wonderful, as always. It inspires me. I wish I could go there every day. Versailles was terrible, again, as always. Every fucking time I go there, I'm annoyed and pissed off. I wanted to see the Bathing Apollo. I always want to see him and something always prevents that. This time, I specifically asked if the Apollon group was going to be accessible and the guy said yes. When we went to the garden, we not only had to pay admission (which you usually don't) for a daily ticket for a light spectacle that wasn't going to be on in those 1,5 hrs we were going to be there, no, the Apollo group was closed! They had just closed the fucking gates! Man! I'll never get to see that fucking group. It's the one thing I love the most in the world when it comes to statues and I never get to see it... T_T
Ah well... the sisters are leaving tomorrow. I'm kinda happy now about it. They're getting on my nerves. It's fun to have them around, no doubt, but they're just too demanding. They always cause stress. We spent half of my birthday fighting. Or rather, them fighting with each other and me sitting there and waiting for it to blow over. I always regretted going to Paris in the first place. I wish I had been home where people appreciate me. But then again, nobody does at home either... So, in the end it's all useless.
My gf and I are getting along well. We're talking about lots of things and I'm always being honest with her. She's still very much bothered about me roleplaying. I think she even wants me to stop. But I most certainly won't. I'll just let her read the logs and be done with it. Holy craps!
Sometimes I wonder why I'm not taking what's right in front of me. My gf is a brilliant writer. She's very good. She's learnt how to do it and has been published. But I never ever include her in my work. Isn't that strange? Maybe we should write something together. She wants to write with me about angels.
I guess her talent scares me. I feel so menial in her presence. She writes about cool stuff whereas I just write about silly things.
Not really in the mood now, so I'll stop writing.
