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I'm fairly exhausted today.

I just really don't want to be trapped in the house, since I'll be working so much starting on monday - which I guess that is news. Good news, I suppose. Now, I've mentioned before already that I want to get a job at the Opera House in Paris. (Which technically, it's a ballet house now, and the Opera Bastille is the new Opera House... but that's besides the point!) Well, even though I've had experience in schola cantorum and acting and money and administrative... and pretty much every aspect of work you could imagine... I figured the good thing to do would be to get in with a theatre here. Looks good on the resume, you see.

I tried at Winspear (Which I was very offended that they hadn't called since I performed at their grand opening gala!) and at the citadel, but hadn't heard anything. Thanks to Nicole, however, she inspired me to drop one off at Jubilations Theatre in the mall. Sure enough the next day they called back for an interview.

The interview went very nicely. I mentioned my plan to go to Paris in the first three seconds, and I thought that that was probably going to doom me, but Georgina got a look of excitement on her face. She had just gotten back from Paris in the spring, and had been craving going back. I was hired on the spot. So I'm working full time at the box office there, and I might end up postponing my trip a little longer just for the experience. I'm not sure yet. I don't want to make any plans since... things keep changing on me. Maybe I'll be awful at the job!

Either way, it also pays to be nice to others in high school, children! One of the girls I knew in High School, Jen, happened to work their already (and is now my supervisor) and said that she remembered me. I was very nice, apparently. Thank goodness! I always thought I was horrible! *laughs*

Maybe I'm not as bad-ass as I think I am. *laughs again* But it's fun to pretend.

....PUNJABBED!....

Erik's waited almost 200 years to meet me in Paris... he can wait a little longer, can he not?
Oh, but why this crazy desire that keeps nagging at me to go now? What do you know, heart, that you're not telling my head?

Anyway, back to being stir crazy. Yes. I'm stir-crazy.

I've been debating on whether or not to start working on my novel. I really don't want to jinx it until I get to Paris. I think if I start writing a story that is inspired by Paris that it won't end up being very good if it's written in Edmonton. Yes, I do think that's just silly.

Either way, I have a secret: I'll be writing two novels while in Paris. The other unmentioned one...that wonderful little farce... That I can start writing now. It will be marvelous I hope.

As for life otherwise, I'm trying to amuse myself, but to no avail it would seem. I think my mind has shriveled a lot as I've gotten older. I read "The Masque of the Red Death" yesterday... and there were certain parts I had to read a second time just to make sure I understood. I even re-read "The Cask of Amantillado" as well, and even that one I had to stop and think a few times. It really baffles me when I read french based stories...just how much I cannot pronounce. Or, for that matter, do not understand.

I used to speak FLUENT french, for crying outloud. What happened to me?! I can't even pronouce "monsieur" correctly anymore. Don't even get me started on spelling.

Random little words are coming back here and there, like 'Aujourd hui" ... which apprently means 'today'? ... or tomorrow... Three years from now... GOD. My brain is awful.

Oh well. Either way, I think I've rambled enough.