Tuesday, August 7, 2007
moche comme une coche
Jeeze Louise, traveldisaster.com. Last night was spent in Paris, alone, in the bathtub of an overpriced hotel (photo of my room, not taken by me. note cringe-tastic matching curtains and bedspread, eww). I was only meant to stop in Paris for an hour but getting from South of the city to the North by METRO with a colossal amount of baggage in such a short space of time was not going to happen was it now? Nay. I missed my train by 5 minutes, gutted. I had just spent my last euro on an Iced Tea & had no money w-h-a-t-s-o-e-v-e-r to even phone my Mum (my mobile was out of credit). Luckily this chap saw my sadface and offered to pay for a call to the parentals to tell them that I had no dosh & was stuck in Paris with no trains home until the next day. I think they be used to these phonecalls now. Phonebooth chap offered to pay for my room in a hotel, I thought.. Wow. How nice of him ("you ehr good gerl, oui. I tek you to hotel", reminded me a bit of Bhorat of Ali G fame, except he was a Parisian & not from Kasachstan). Of course he meant a room with him in it as well. After a good hour of listening to him garble on while sat on my suitcase, I finally escaped his slimy grasp by running (or, hobbling as fast as my blistered feets would take me) towards the most expensive-looking hotel I could see (he was all about the B&B, cheap bastard) & phew, a nice place for Emily to spend the night on father's visa, with a delightful breakfast of croissants & pain au chocolat brought to my chamber this morning by a merry little Japanese man who came up to my knees.I'm unsure if I can explain why I ended up back here, square -1, but I am battered, aching & thirsty like a camel (I don't know, are camels thirsty?). I've never experienced thirst like that before. Lugging my belongings & dumping them at the entrance of a small pub before crawling to the bar and ordering 4 glasses of water one after the other & downing them like vodka after a breakup. I would be pissing for England (or France? Belgium? I like to think the English wee a lot more than the French though) soon enough. But ANYHOW. Hoorah, for I now have lemsip and broadband AND ENGLISH TELEVISION. I've been watching The O.C, 24 & Sex & the City in french for 2 months, comical. Such relief now the audio matches the visual.Other events include going on another date with Nicolas, the bus stop boy (I met him at the bus stop, don't you know. All v. romantic). Sebastien met him & I think he got along better with Nicolas than I did. Then it was decided that I was in love with Sebastien because I have never been in love and I must be missing out. It wasn't really as great as people make it out to be. I am over him now. Oh, I constructed myself a room in a shed in the back garden I was So Proud of my DIY craftiness, but the almighty Gods LITERALLY rained on my parade the other morning when I woke up & my bed was floating in the flood water! Oh whoops, sister forgot to tell me my hut is not flood-proof & I should not play with plug sockets in water just after I got electrocuted when trying to rescue my laptop. I should have invested in some common sense, really. & in OTHER news (gosh, I'm on a roll now) I have sent my applications off for cabin crew with Virgin Atlantic & ANA Airways, I'm not sure yet if I want them to like me. I am still desperate to go back to university but I have a whole year in between to find something to keep me occupied. Air hostessing, it sounds so tacky and last resort, much like all those chavtastic 'beauty' courses but it was a whimsical idea founded by visions of 5-star hotels, parties in Rio & shagging rich mens. I realise this is not always the case & articles in Marie Claire aren't the best of sourced. But. How good would it be if that's what the job entailed?WHAT TO DO. Well, for now I go yonder to sit in front of television box & when I emerge I will be entirely unimpressed if my eyes are still eye-shaped & I do not look like I have a history of heroin addiction.
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Off topic, but blimey you look gorgeous in your icon there.
I think I remember it from back then! Eh, that makes me feel internetty (not a word I know) x
i think i asked this before but forgot to look for the reply: how come you aren't going back to uni? x
What country are you in then?! I read it, but I am still unclear.LOL my GP suggested I do a beauty course. Like, actually :(
You should turn this journal into a book, I swear to god people would buy it. You've got writing skillz x
well. i'm not allowed a loan & father can't afford this year's uni fees for me, so i have to wait until next october to go back! argh.x
Your GP?? Btw, my camera is crap to work too. I swear some of them are bit off/faulty, heh x
You have the craziest life ever!
ah, i wasn't v clear. i'm back in Brussels! it's rubbish & cold.i always find beauty courses advertised in the back of women's magazines right next to cabin crew recruitment. ack. i don't have anything against people who do beauty courses btw, hahaha, my friends when i was younger (14/15) were all a bit chavvy and i found out they're all doing the same thing these days, learning the 'art' of applying nail varnish etc. oh dear. x
ah suzie I WISH. £1 million publishing deal anyone? haha. that is a lovely comment, thank you! x
You poor thing. I know how those long traveling days can be. I had a really bad one abut a year ago. That french guy would have majorly creeped me out. Good thing you got away from him.I think you would be good at air hostessing. For one thing, you've got the look and you are always nice to strangers from what I can tell.<333
^^^^ what did i say eh? you should, totally 100%your life is too awesome, your like bridget jones but way more gorge and everythings way more rock star/kate moss esque rather than granny pants and hugh grantmy mum went out with hugh grant when he was young (like 14 years old!!) long before he was famous y'no - he used to live in nuneton.
it's entries like this that make me look forward to your lj!
hahaha, perhaps i am TOO nice to strangers, "here, take my phone/wallet/virginity". i'm a bit scared of flying though & i hate it when my ears pop :(. i would be rubbish at air hostessing, i suppose it wouldn't hurt to try it out though. it defiitely has lots of benefits.x
i am glad you enjoy reading ! x
kate moss wouldn't live in a small hut in the countryside for 2 months unless she was undergoing some extreme detox to discover and enhance her inner peace and tranquility (or y'know, something like that)!your mum going put with a pre-pubescent hugh grant. hahaha brilliant! x
of course i mean out*!
I tend to stay away from people I don't know. It tends to creep me out when people I don't know get within and 10 foot radius of me. I don't blame you for being scared of flying. Its not the most natural thing to do in the world. I used to cry in airplanes when I was a kid because my ear would hurt when they popped, so I know how you feel.benefits...*nodsnodsnods*<333
ps...luv your icon...such a pretty picture of you.
that's a bit shit. but then, you kind of get a gap year right in the middle. so could be good? x
wow welcome back!
it looks like a lovely room. and i would die to have a little japanese man bring me croissants and pain au chocolat any day of my life, thanks.
I totally agree with the comments above about turning this into a book- I love your writing!!xxxxx
it was amazing!
thank you!! x
May I have some peanuts please? :px
ha ha,christ, that job is so not me.. x
i know this is a bit late but, why dont you apply for a cabin crew job with emirates or alitihad....they pay VERY good money
do they? i had the impression that all cabin crew got paid peanuts.but yeah, i've thought about the Emirates & done my bit of research but it would mean moving alltheway to Dubai!
its your type of place...good people, good food (and drinks), loads to do...with emirates (if i recall correctly) you get a starting (basic) salary of 2900 dirhams (divide by 6.5 for pounds) and then i think its 34.50 dirhams per hour you fly (max number of hours you will fly in a month is 100, but they also count from when you sign-in at briefing till when you sign out).then they pay for your accomodation, health insurance etc...so basically anything you make is for shopping, a few bills (when your actually in the country) and the rest is your own disposable income.
that's 'my friends in ENGLAND', just incase anyone in Brussels happens to read this ;)
& that's 'my friends in SOUTHERN LITHUANIA' if anyone in England happens to read this.
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