La douleur exquise: The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.
Chômer: To be unemployed, but because it’s a verb, it makes the state active.
Profiter: To make the most of or take advantage of.
Flâneur: As defined in the book Elegant Wits and Grand Horizontals, it’s “the deliberately aimless pedestrian, unencumbered by any obligation or sense of urgency, who, being French and therefore frugal, wastes nothing, including his time which he spends with the leisurely discrimination of a gourmet, savoring the multiple flavors of his city.”
Esprit d’escalier: The literal translation is staircase wit, but it means to think of a comeback when it’s too late.
Retrouvailles: The happiness of meeting again after a long time.
Sortable: An adjective for someone you can take anywhere without being embarrassed.
Voila/voici: It’s so necessary that we use it all the time. “Voila” literally means “there it is” and “voici means “here it is.”
Empêchement: An unexpected last-minute change of plans. A great excuse without having to be specific.
i wish i were good enough to try out.
YOU ARE! JUST DO ITTTTTTTTTT. YOU DA BOMB
some days are better than others.
today seems like one of those days where i feel sad from the moment i wake up.
Happy Birthday America! Day Two.
Today is the fourth of july! we started the day off with a trip to Coney Island! the beach was HOT! it was 95 degrees and VERY sunny! so we lasted about an hour on the beach and walked around the boardwalk. Needless to say, it was much too busy, and MUCH too crowded t o stay for the day, so we headed back, made a stop at magnolia bakery for some much needed cake, and are now back at the apartment waiting for the fireworks we’ll watch from the roof!
Happy fourth of july!
let me just say jealous to the maximum! i wish i could be with you fabulous ladiessss. Hopefully i’ll get to see you all very soon :)
my life pretty much sucks right now.
breaking up with Paul sucked.
Running into him on the street sucked more. in addition to the fact that he was walking a girl home.
on top of that i’m having nightmares about him.
he doesn’t understand how I feel. he just puts his feelings in a little box deep down and decides to be okay.
I cannot do what he does. I feel this everyday and it sucks.
it’s the right thing but it still hurts. a lot.
I just wish it would all go away.
I GOT MY FIRST ETSY PURCHASE!!!!!!!!!!!!
break up with boyfriend: sucky and really lonely.
all of my friends: more supportive than I could ever want.
my recovery: slow. really, really fucking slow.
my mom: the best. period.
day three of break up: I only cried five times today. it’s a good start.
work: I hate work. It gives me time to think so I started bringing books on tape. they help me not think and pass the time.
doing the right thing: absolutely yes. however this doesn’t make the hurt any less painful.
being okay: it will happen. just not now. not for a while. it will happen.
life: not okay.
two weeks: the time it will take me to not burst into tears spontaneously throughout the day.
some time in august: when I believe I can talk to Paul again for the first time.
September 25th, 2010 4:30am: wake up and begin the 30 hour journey to Dakar, Senegal, Africa.
the big scheme: I have friends that love me. I have family that love me. I can eat. I have a home. I can walk. I’m alive.
I am not okay now but I will be okay. Everything will be fine. Paul and I can be friends in the future. I will be in Africa. I will be a stronger woman because of all of this.
p.s. it smells like fried chicken outside my apartment?