Thanks to Insomnia

        I would like to thank you kindly, Insomnia.

My body is physically ready for a restful and rejuvenating slumber tonight, but for the past few hours my mind seems to be on a sugar-induced frenzy. [Disclaimer: the pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream that I attacked at 11:30 P.M. may have played a pertinent role in this]. While trivial thoughts and affirmations ramble around in my confused noggin as I try to think of fluffy sheep bouncing over white picket fences, my mind drifts to a concrete concern...

       This concern is based on my lapse of MEMORY. Tonight I've been selfish: I've been thinking about me, me, me... but, aren't all nights that way? Do we just call ourselves selfless and kind people for our own selfish interest? Ah shucks, I'm going off on a silly tangent here...

Back to the point, this concern of memory, of not being able to sift through important life events that have helped shape who I have become, is worrisome.The first substantial thought that came to me a few moments ago, while lounging in bed, was related to the photos my sister Meera (Goose) uploaded from our family trip to India (2001-2002).Before those pictures were exposed, If I were asked:

                                                                                             "How was your trip to India?"  

I wouldn't have been able to describe: the memory of splashing around in the tropical waters of Goa with my sister wearing the green hand-me-down t-shirt that I loved from my cousin, meeting Jayanthi the elephant on the streets of Agra, or sitting down for a nice cup of Tata tea with my grandparents in the tea plantations near Munnar. Those memories were surely repressed somewhere in my brain, but it took those pictures to rekindle those moments, smells and feelings.

My second thought drifted to my Belgian experience after highschool and  the many pictures I snapped as  I travelled from country to country. Those pictures stir up the same feeling of remembrance and reflection that looking at the India pics did. One documenting downfall in Belgium was that I failed to write in my journal after the first three months. While many memories from Belgium are amazing and unforgettable, I think some of my most wild moments will remain hazy, and I'm o.k. with that (drinking age of 16, holla!).
 In retrospect, If I could go back in time, one thing that I would tell Young Fiona to do would be to "scribble about the delicious food you ate, the beers you drank, the funny jokes you heard, and random daily occurrences you find different from generalized American perceptions of what 'normal' is."Well, that's a tall order and if Young Fiona heard Elderly Fiona tell her that she would probably roll her eyes and say, "Nah, I'm gonna just enjoy the time here and not worry about the journal."

-->Young Fiona makes a valid point...what's the point of living in the moment, carpe diem-ing it if you will, if you are so focused on capturing and recording information?

What these pre-sleepy weepy deepy time  insomniac thoughts have made me conclude is that I should preserve what I love and find different, interesting and funny about Paris in a journal! I also want to make sure to take a few snap shots here and there. 

HEY, blogs are free...and I am a pretty efficient typer (bragging rights because it's MY fucking blog)... and I can do cool things with the size of words and the font...so this seemed to be a good option for me.

Oooh, I can also upload pictures:

Here is a photo reel of my eventful evening:

Three comments:

1) New hair-do. Got it cut yesterday! Hair is now a purplish dark brown colour. I took two body-showers thus far but have yet to wash my hair, that is why it looks so lustrous in the pictures (it is not naturally or usually, that straight or shiny looking).

2) See, now you get the visual for the disclaimer about the ice cream.

3) If you are observant enough, you might have remarked that the last  picture proves that I lied. I said earlier that I had a had a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream, while this is in fact a quart of mint fudge brownie....ooooh little expansion, or downgrade in this case, of the truth.


Stay tuned for more blogging to come. I'm going to be doing some friend visiting, and teacher visiting  in Geneseo in a few days, and might have some time for a Geneseo blog post, we'll see. Let's not going to get too hasty Fi.

Quand j'arrive a Paris:

-My goal is to have atleast one blog post in Paris per week...let's hope that I can keep up with that schedule!

-Ah, also, I might throw in some francais in my blogs just if I really get into the expression or way of describing somethin, or maybe just 'cause I feel like it.

-There might be a few swear words dispersed here and there; they might be accidentally or perhaps purposefully placed. FUCK yeah! <--- example.

I'm not just writing this to end the blog post but I think I'm going to try to get some sleep now, I don't know what else to say about my future travel blog and think that I am on the brink of boring whoever is reading this. With that, I wish you all a good night...or good morn' and I will eventually post on this blog again.

Sending my regards to Insomnia! 

à la prochaine, FSC