so i've been semi-functional for a good 31 hours or so, so i'm going to use that as an excuse for all incomprehensability, stupidity, and for the dumb color scheme. just a head's up.
soo the blog idea is an 100% ripoff from my other sister Myra, who has used them in the past and is currently recording her Africa craziness on a blog which i'm currently having some trouble linking to. but please know that i'm not writing my blog because I think my Romania travels will be nearly as epic as her trip to Rwanda. I'm just writing it because I'm lazy, and this way, I don't have to write emails to each of you lovely people with day-to-day summaries. THIS way, if you care, you can read it, and all I have to write in your personal emails are dangerously detailed questions about your scandalous lives! woooo.
though I don't know how long this blog thing is gonna keep up because I haven't even started talking about my day and i'm already a little tired of it. but i'll give it a shot.
So what's the title of the blog mean? I think it means White July. Why would I pick a title for a blog for which I have to say "I think" before stating what it means? Because it was written on my plane from Paris to Romania. I didn't realize planes had quasi-profound names too. Maybe my plane thought it was a boat. (Fortunately it kept that confusion to the name-calling.)
flights:
the flights weren't overwhelmingly exciting. no amazing seat buddies. on the way to paris there was some lame guy that watched romantic comedies and was reading a james bond book. the guy on the way to Romania was actually really nice, and we had an entire conversation in french which i was tres proud of, despite the fact that a large part of it was me just nodding and giggling at things that he said that I blantantly didn't pick up on. But whatever, I said things in french that were responded to in french and that's more than enough for me. But I was actually passed out for most of that flight, so that relationship didn't get very far. The flight to Paris was long, though I was able to sleep a little which was good. AirFrance had good movies, and if I wasn't so out of it, I probably would have watched more of them, but I watched 21 which I wanted to see soo that was good I suppose. The movie was quite bad. But the whole card counting thing was cool. yayy smart people? Umm, the food was pretty bad. I mean it might not of been, but my body was just confused. I was served dinner, breakfast, and then lunch over the course of 10 hours when I'd normally be fast asleep. Which was weird, so I didn't eat a whole lot. Though Marion, you should know that the AirFrance stewardesses were surprisingly unbitchy. I think it's cause most of them were men. Anyway, the highlight of the flying definitely came after I landed. See, I've never gotten to experience first-hand the pleasure of having your luggage lost. But now I have! yayy life experiences? It's not so much lost as it is still in Paris despite my having made my way over here. But I'm not all that surprised, because I barely had time to make it from one plane to the next, so it doesn't seem all that unreasonable that my luggage didn't make it either. It's hypothetically being brought to this house tomorrow night. Let's hope that pulls through, cause I 'really don't want to make my way over to Sinaia without it...
wow i really don't have the energy to do this. arg.
first night:
tonight wasn't all that crazy. there was a car ride back from the airport. there was traffic. there was a little bit of gift giving, and then there was a walk, then dinner, and now here we are. my grandparents have this great bay-window esque thing, that's just this huge window that opens to a courtyard-y part of a street, and it's really nice out and the sky was all pretty and it's lovelyy. and walking around was nice. We walked around on what my parents/grandparents call the Bucharest equivalent of 5th avenue. Which is funny, because sometimes, that makes total sense, and you see massive hotels next to Swarovski and Guess stores. But then just...sprinkled randomly in between those will be sex shops, and small gift stores. Not a ton of them, and the street really is beautiful, but it's just entertaining to imagine walking down 5th ave and see SEX written in red neon lights. But I think the hardest thing to get used to, at least for the 2 days that i'm here with my grandparents, is just slowing my mind down. Anyone that's spent more than 10 minutes with me has likely gotten a glimpse into my overhyped talks-faster-than-she-thinks personality, and even on no sleep, i have a lot of trouble turning that off. So while I stand and listen to my grandfather thoroughly explain to me the intricacies of the tv remote, and the air condition remote, and random details of every building we pass, it's hard to get that why-aren't-i-moving-and-doing-ten-things-at-once attitude out of my head. kinda like when you're shivering but you're trying not to let your teeth chatter so you clench your jaw? i know that's a very random example. but that's what it reminds me off. the other weird thing is that I find myself falling back into my france i-can't-talk-to-anyone mellowness. And I don't know if that's going to continue once I get to the actual program, but I"d assume it inevitably will for at least a few days. And I know that's ok, and not having everyone to tell every detail of my life to is not that big a deal, but..you know...i like talking. lol. and I keep thinking about all these things as I pass buildings and see and do things, and I want to tell people about them, even if i would normally just send a text saying "listen to this example of what an idiot i am." And I haven't been gone that long, so this is very exaggerated, but it doesn't take me long to go into social interaction withdrawl. and I want to just be sitting at slave and talking to you people because i MISS talking to you people, and it's been a while for some of you. though others of you it's only been a day. though that's WEIRD cause it feels like a long time. I was on the plane, and I was thinking back onto the morning and getting my nails done and i couldn't actually believe that it had only been a number of hours before.
blah. i'm tired. and wish you guys would come online. cmon it's 3:30 there. like any of you have actual lives and are doing anything. pssh.
random stuff:
moni: I listened to frenchy, i'm faking while the first plane was taking off. it was really good take off music. then i realized that the album is called in case we die. that kinda sucked.
fran: I listened to you enjoy myself while the first plane was landing. quality landing music. both cause it's good, and cause I got so distracted trying to figure out wtf he was saying, that I forgot to pay attention to that crazy moment when you actually hit the ground. which i'm counting as a good thing.
mom: they confiscated my clinique eye makeup remover! At CDG, they took out my carry on and this woman took out EVERY SINGLE LIQUID and moved it into a ziplock bag. It was annoying. And then she took away the makeup remover because it was 125mL instead of 100. Cause she sucks. And then she asked me quizzically what the Skintimate was. And I told her it was shaving cream. And she shrugged and put it in the ziplock. Annoyinnngggg.
anyway, my dad told me on the phone that there's going to be this horrible moment my first night at 3am when I can't sleep. so i'm hypothetically going to be online in a few hours, and ideally, so will you fabulous people. but all the same, I'm gonna send the link out in emails with ps.'s asking about your lives.
anything else?
i have yet to have coffee here. unacceptable. i had some hot chocolate in the Paris CDG airport. It was bad. I burnt myself bad. And then spent like 20 minutes in the line ot check in for the Romania flight because I kept switching lines to try to get faster and then my line would get someone that needed extraextraextra help. karma's a bitch.
i think i'm out for now.
maybe i shouldn't email this out to people in case I never write in it again?
or perhaps emailing it will be enough motivation to write.
hmm.
eh. well. potential apologies in advance.
miss you all.
