All posts for the month July, 2012

More than a feeling

Published July 9, 2012 by Dorothy

It seems sometimes that everyone, even loved ones,sets out to be antagonists in your life. Everyone seems to know so well what you should and shouldn’t do.

The truth is, whilst it is difficult to resist the urge to follow the path you are told to follow, it is actually worth it. Who decides what is right? who defines what is proper, normal? who even says being normal is what you should pursue?

What I think is, there is no such thing as one single way everyone should follow.I think we are all, wonderfully, amazingly different from one another and we each have our own role to play; like shooting stars,we have our beautiful, meaningful if so short path to follow in this world. We are all walking towards our haven, only, we all have to take different routes.

It is so difficult, sometimes, not to let yourself be herded down a road that is not yours, really. Just because “it’s normal” “it’s what you should do”.But that tiny little thing inside you, that pretty, colorful, tender thing. Its petals reaching fur the sun, so incredible, so bright and yet, so easily crushed or pulled out by careless hands. Your spirit, how it would wilt if you weren’t careful to be true to yourself.

A lot of us, we wander around and we don’t really know, and we have to find our own way. Let alone give advice to someone else about what they are meant to do or be.

If you let people get to you, if you let to many voices into your mind then you won’t be able to hear your own anymore. What does the world and his wife think about your business ? Don’t listen, don’t take it all in, or you will never grow.

love, mxx

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here comes the sun

Published July 4, 2012 by Dorothy

Notre Dame de ParisConcerning the job research, I must admit that today, fuck all was about all I did.

But I did need a break from my computer screen, I’ve been looking up job ads and giving news to everyone, yes I’m in Paris and I made it through the nine hours long flight from Miami; it was okay, only the food was really awful, instead of ‘Beef Bourguignon with baked potatoes with a twirl of French sauce’ they should have said ‘burnt-to-a-crisp beef with bizarro unidentified yellow objet that doesn’t even remotely taste like potato”. And don’t even get me started on the fucking “gâteau” we had for dessert. The only good thing was the coke and they didn’t eve have diet or zero. Anyway. the only funny moment was the French girl beside me who couldn’t get over her red velvet cake being red. She kept poking at it with her plastic fork, saying ” Zese Americans!” she was saying. “Zey are unbelievable, zey make ze weirdest things!”

Aywayyyy,  I am also looking for a new phone, my problem is, I am unemployed since I got to Paris and basically penniless, but I won’t settle for anything but a Blackberry or an Iphone. I mean, I can’t buy a crap phone, can I? or else I’ll be forced to buy a new one once I’m richer and then that means I’ll waste lots of money buying two phones. Logical isn’t it? like that time when I didn’t want to buy a scarf until I got a Burberry one and nobody got it…never mind.

This is probably my french side flaring up because since I’m in Paris, my new thing is cooking to myself and drinking wine. When all I’ve been doing these past years is getting pizzas delivered or going to Wendy’s, whilst getting pissed on Bourbon. I like my new new habits, but one thing about the wine: I mean, it’s delicious and all, but Bourbon does a better job at keeping you happy and you do need less of it. Really. But still, I cook better than old Wendy.

I spent the afternoon walking around “Odeon ” ” st Michel” and “boulevard St Germain” it’s an area of Paris I like because: a) they have Ralph Lauren; b) they have this very cool American library; c) there are multiple cool places where you can get drunk; d) there is Notre Dame and it’s one of my fave monuments in the world. I like it better than the Eiffel Tower actually.

stay tuned!


I am trying to break your heart

Published July 2, 2012 by Dorothy

This is the strangest feeling ever; I am back in Paris after all these years.

This brutal change just cut of my creative flow alltogether and I can’t come up with any new twist and turns so I’m stuck with writer’s block and I still haven’t written any more of my novel today. Bad.

I’ve just arrived from the USA an I’ve had a whole bottle of sparkling french wine to soothe my nerves. (I positively hate flying, mostly because a) I always get frowned upon because my cases are overweight and b) I always have to part with my luggage and I hate handing my bag full of lovely Ralph Lauren clothes to a total stranger and trust that he’s going to put it in the right plane and not send it to Oahu or wherever. I always get the chills when I watch the cases coming at the luggage claim; I’m always so afraid that my stuff isn’t going to turn up that I’m a nervous wreck until I see the familiar shape of my dingy orange case. I like it, mind you. I was very tempted last year to blow my savings on a nice vuitton bag but I would have been too anxious that someone would steal it if it was too obvious that it was expensive. whereas my present suitcase is so grotty nobody looks at it twice.

Anyway. I was so exhausted today by that endless flight and terrible in-flight meals,(not to mention the bad movies they played. the exotic marigold hotel was good, but the rest was crap) that I spent my first afternoon back in Paris secluded with my laptop, wine and fromage. It’s worked out quite well actually.

lads I am too tired to write anything else.

I’ll try to get going on my novel, I’ve written half of it already! but I’m so slow! I want it finished nextr month.

stay tuned friends!

Ellie M xx

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