No "If"s, "And"s, or "But"s

Bonjour mes amis,

Be it reading poems (Wild Geese by Mary Oliver), listening to music (Taking Chances - Glee, Cave In - Owl City), glancing at the school website ("The real meaning of travel, like that of a conversation by the fireside, is the discovery of oneself through contact with other people." -Paul Tournier), or even reading Facebook statuses ("Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." -Mark Twain), I am constantly reminded of my dream to go to school in Québec.

So I'm going to do it. No "if"s, "and"s, or "but"s about it. Where there is a will, there is a way, and boy do I have the will. If it means I don't get a nice pair of shoes or new clothes for the school year, if it means I have to continue playing my piano by sitting on my bed, if it means I have to hang out at home and save some gas money, if it means I have to skip lunch here and there... I'm going to find the money. I'm going to go to Québec for school. I filled out a few more job applications tonight and I'm going to pick some others up tomorrow.

I'm going to make my dreams into reality.

À demain,

Mlle Delphine

Short 'N' Sweet

Bonjour mes amis,

I have been stricken with the strong urge to jump in my car and go on a road trip. I could go somewhere closer like the river, or drive into Wisconsin and kidnap my big sister for a day, or if I had my passport I could cross the border and go see Canada.

Problem being I have 1/4 tank of gas and no money or passport. Seriously though, I really want to, like I spent my morning planning where I'd go if I could just up and leave! Maybe I can get some gas money from the parental units this weekend and go nag my sister and have her fiancé foot the bill for lunch ;) I don't think I've seen her since Easter.

I can't sit still. I'll write more tomorrow.

À demain,

Mlle Delphine.

The Perfect Guy

Bonjour, mes amis,

It has been brought to my attention that I've never had a decent date.

Or present.

I've had three boyfriends... None of them even paid for the first date. I've never gotten a flower. I've never gotten a teddy bear. I've never gotten chocolate. Nothing. Nada. Zip. How does that work?

It made me sad.

Until I daydreamed up my perfect boyfriend! He'd be really fun to be around and a funny guy, but when it came time to be serious, he'd be a total sweetheart and listen, and he'd talk to me when he needed someone too. He'd be very intelligent, smarter than me (this may be my dork coming out, but.. smart guys = hot guys). That said, he'll of course be cute. He'll have an open mind, and he'll have a wide taste in music. He can pla- I mean, *could*- play the piano and the guitar.

And then he'll ask me to dinner and he'll bring me a rose. He will refuse to let me pay, and I'll only let him because 1. I'm flattered and 2. It's the first date and no one's ever spent money on me.

Some day. ♥

À demain,

Mlle Delphine