Those Burning Eyes...

Yep. I'm still obsessed.

Maybe not the funniest thing happened, but it was kind of like "Oh..." *hang head*

My mother has been teasing me incessantly about Erik. Even to the point where, if she wants me to smile in a picture, she'll say "Naked Erik!" ...to which she usually receives a shot of me going ---> XO "Mooooommm!!!! SHUT UP!"

It wasn't until I was like, "hey mom, wanna' see what Erik really looks like?"
She took one look at the screen and went "AUUUGH!!!"

.... O_____o;;;;

I was like "Aww, mom... That wasn't very nice." and she replied with a very cute little:

"That man needs to eat some mashed potatoes and gravy."


*laughs* ...alright. So now, I'm convinced that my mom can be a very accepting woman.


Besides that though, I'm back in Canada, at home, hating every piece of music I have. And not so much freaking out about not being in Paris anymore. Don't get me wrong, I'm still working to go. And I'll be leaving in June. But there's still the... what, eight months of waiting that's driving me a little snakey in the meantime.

Not only is Ookami convinced I'll find Erik there, but so is my mom and dad too.

What the hell? How many times do I have to repeat the fact that he DIED 200 years ago? I guess everyone believes in reincarnation more than I do.

And I'd like to point out this fact: Even if I were to find him, I'm fairly convinced he would be like O__o; "Freaky chick... leave me alone. AU SECOUR!!!!"

Ladies and gentlemen, the ONLY phrase I remember how to pronounce in French.
I guess it's a good one in some aspects. At least if someone is trying to mug me while I'm in Paris, I won't be screaming "I LOVE YOUUUUUU!"

...that wasn't supposed to be a quote from Eurotrip, but I guess it ended up that way. Since most people only know how to say 'I love you' or 'hello', 'goodbye', etc. in another language.

Well, I've rambled about it quite enough. I need to get to work. I've got 21 commissions to clear up BEFORE Paris.

Gyrating hips can be hypnotic

I...officially think I'm losing my mind.

I have full free reign here, but it's like I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off, in a trapped room. I dunno'.

I can't remember if I've said it on here or not, but I'm going to Paris. I'll probably end up going alone though since no one seems willing to go with me. It's scary, but I think I'm ready to be on my own for a while.

I'm doubting my own art, I need to have some real world experience without anyone telling me I'm good or bad in my ear. I'm not even sure if I'm the kind of artist I want to be. I would kill to make a living from opera singing. And it's strange, because I've been trying to force that off for years because ...well, not many people are cultured anymore. I won't have the bling-bling whilst singing Faust.

...God, I want pizza.

That, and I'm pretty convinced I'm getting anorexic. I'm only eating one meal a day on average...just because I literally haven't been feeling hungry. Couldn't be a bad thing, might make me lose some weight.

...I think I have a little obsession with skulls right now. Go figure.

Besides that, just call me Carmina.

I love it.