OMG, I said ''I'' and not Mademoiselle...
Well anyways, I'm coping with a giant load of work, and happiness because we're about to have the cutest president in the world and in the history of humanity (okay, Louis XIV was kinda cute, ok, seductive, but he, a republican? He would consider it as an insult... Sorry my darling spiritual husband number... I don't know anymore. Doesnt matter...)
So tomorrow I'm gonna try to catch a glimpse (is that a right expression) of that great wonderful man who's maybe (yeah, well it's always hard to politicians to keep their word..) gonna change a lot of stuff in this country...
For example, college costs... Well it's true that there are always solutions for everybody but the 4-year tuition at NYU... That's could be a lot, a lot of shoes...
But an NYU degree followed by another nice degree from a good graduate school, that can end up being a lot a lot a lot of shoes + some intellectual developpement + good experiences + personnal pride...
Well before having the whole Manolo Blahnik collections (like Carrie Bradshaw), I better work my way through première and terminale...
Okay, what else does Oh-Bum-Bum darling bring to us...?
Health care... Well I just hope that the services will be more satisfying...
I remember that once I had to go to Georgetown Hospital... And I felt like I was about to catch a virus right there... Anyways facilities definitely need a nice coat of paint and some sanitizing... Actually the whole health system needs updating.
Anyways, I'd really like it if plastic surgery became free.
Okay, I have my full-confidence moments and my full-hating-my-body-omg-I-look-terrible moments. Well I guess everyone does. Even guys (that's a good sign given the careless monkeys that exist today... Well maybe if they care of their bodies, there is a tiny hope for a woman's feelings...).
Anyways, plastic surgery, used with extreme moderation, could make me feel a little bit better about myself.
I'm talking of the ''put all what's there here'' operations (1+1) (that's a metaphor, since we can't technically recycle what's ''there'', that's infortunately not yet possible), that we can also call switch downside-up... I am sure you get what I mean. In my very special case, I desire to dramatically reduce ''down'' but slightly increase ''up''... Maybe I'll totally decide not to do it... The third one is about making the shape of something better..but yet I don't know.
The problem is that in the US, it's not only terribly expensive but it's also done so badly sometimes... that the results make you look worse. I know a lovely lady who only wanted to make her nose a little bit shorter... Not a very difficult operation. Well now.... it's terrible. And she can't even fix it. Well, the beauty of her heart can compensate...
Anyways, I'll guess that I'll do major plastic sugery in Lebanon. Doesn't cost a lot and good results are guaranteed. How can I be so sure....? Well it's simple. The lebanese population is very small, nothing compared to the US. So the doctors' population is even smaller. So the plastic surgeons are even less. So it's very easy to bust out bad ones, ones who operate without any degree in their mother's bathroom in an old appartment (dramatization...), and to go straight to the good ones.
But still, I haven't decided yet and I might change my mind loads of time... Anyways it's not that much of an important issue, being intelligent and self confident is more important than anything else... And maybe the solution is just to exercice a little bit and probably wait till I become a thirty-year-old woman who will laugh when thinking about what her little version was saying or writing on her blog...
That, if by then an army of pink-dotted-green dinosaurs don't come and eat the human population, or a meteor doesn't hit earth or whatever.... Lol. Oh my god, I just start laughing at the absurdity of those thoughts while I'm supposed to be freaking out...
Suppposed? Nope, actually. I think we have to enjoy each day of our lives, of course, we have to care about the future but not too much because everything could be worse...
Anyways, now I guess I'm done with spiritual-be-good-little-human-beings-philantropic-philosophy.... I guess I'm definitely enjoying tomorrow... Well, in twenty years I'll be telling my history students who aren't born yet that I was there, for one of the most important days in the country's history...
And in 30-40 years, it'll maybe be my inauguration.... LOOOOOOOL.... Why not? It's true I'm not born in the US but things can change, and fortunately I'll do my best to change them... Who would have thought fifty years ago that a black man would ever become a president? That's a miracle. Made by the humans' will to progress and leave absurdity behind. Maybe tomorrow there'll be another miracle.
I mean, how can the fact that you're born on a spot that's on different latitude and longtitude alter your intelligence and your ability to rule a country? Maybe one day americans will be conscient that this law is as ridiculeous as the one their ancestors believed in, the one that allowed them to treat black people as their inferiors...
Anyways, maybe the White House will become the Pink House.... JUST KIDDING!!!!
(I'll just update the leather on Air Force One... And the color of dollar bills... Why can't we have them more colorful, like euros?)
Okay, those details don't matter A LOT, there'll be the whole world to fix....
But now, I'm enjoying this precise moment... I'm happy, feeling good.... and in love...
but that's a complete different story. No place for lyrism. At least not right now...
Well anyways, I'm coping with a giant load of work, and happiness because we're about to have the cutest president in the world and in the history of humanity (okay, Louis XIV was kinda cute, ok, seductive, but he, a republican? He would consider it as an insult... Sorry my darling spiritual husband number... I don't know anymore. Doesnt matter...)
So tomorrow I'm gonna try to catch a glimpse (is that a right expression) of that great wonderful man who's maybe (yeah, well it's always hard to politicians to keep their word..) gonna change a lot of stuff in this country...
For example, college costs... Well it's true that there are always solutions for everybody but the 4-year tuition at NYU... That's could be a lot, a lot of shoes...
But an NYU degree followed by another nice degree from a good graduate school, that can end up being a lot a lot a lot of shoes + some intellectual developpement + good experiences + personnal pride...
Well before having the whole Manolo Blahnik collections (like Carrie Bradshaw), I better work my way through première and terminale...
Okay, what else does Oh-Bum-Bum darling bring to us...?
Health care... Well I just hope that the services will be more satisfying...
I remember that once I had to go to Georgetown Hospital... And I felt like I was about to catch a virus right there... Anyways facilities definitely need a nice coat of paint and some sanitizing... Actually the whole health system needs updating.
Anyways, I'd really like it if plastic surgery became free.
Okay, I have my full-confidence moments and my full-hating-my-body-omg-I-look-terrible moments. Well I guess everyone does. Even guys (that's a good sign given the careless monkeys that exist today... Well maybe if they care of their bodies, there is a tiny hope for a woman's feelings...).
Anyways, plastic surgery, used with extreme moderation, could make me feel a little bit better about myself.
I'm talking of the ''put all what's there here'' operations (1+1) (that's a metaphor, since we can't technically recycle what's ''there'', that's infortunately not yet possible), that we can also call switch downside-up... I am sure you get what I mean. In my very special case, I desire to dramatically reduce ''down'' but slightly increase ''up''... Maybe I'll totally decide not to do it... The third one is about making the shape of something better..but yet I don't know.
The problem is that in the US, it's not only terribly expensive but it's also done so badly sometimes... that the results make you look worse. I know a lovely lady who only wanted to make her nose a little bit shorter... Not a very difficult operation. Well now.... it's terrible. And she can't even fix it. Well, the beauty of her heart can compensate...
Anyways, I'll guess that I'll do major plastic sugery in Lebanon. Doesn't cost a lot and good results are guaranteed. How can I be so sure....? Well it's simple. The lebanese population is very small, nothing compared to the US. So the doctors' population is even smaller. So the plastic surgeons are even less. So it's very easy to bust out bad ones, ones who operate without any degree in their mother's bathroom in an old appartment (dramatization...), and to go straight to the good ones.
But still, I haven't decided yet and I might change my mind loads of time... Anyways it's not that much of an important issue, being intelligent and self confident is more important than anything else... And maybe the solution is just to exercice a little bit and probably wait till I become a thirty-year-old woman who will laugh when thinking about what her little version was saying or writing on her blog...
That, if by then an army of pink-dotted-green dinosaurs don't come and eat the human population, or a meteor doesn't hit earth or whatever.... Lol. Oh my god, I just start laughing at the absurdity of those thoughts while I'm supposed to be freaking out...
Suppposed? Nope, actually. I think we have to enjoy each day of our lives, of course, we have to care about the future but not too much because everything could be worse...
Anyways, now I guess I'm done with spiritual-be-good-little-human-beings-philantropic-philosophy.... I guess I'm definitely enjoying tomorrow... Well, in twenty years I'll be telling my history students who aren't born yet that I was there, for one of the most important days in the country's history...
And in 30-40 years, it'll maybe be my inauguration.... LOOOOOOOL.... Why not? It's true I'm not born in the US but things can change, and fortunately I'll do my best to change them... Who would have thought fifty years ago that a black man would ever become a president? That's a miracle. Made by the humans' will to progress and leave absurdity behind. Maybe tomorrow there'll be another miracle.
I mean, how can the fact that you're born on a spot that's on different latitude and longtitude alter your intelligence and your ability to rule a country? Maybe one day americans will be conscient that this law is as ridiculeous as the one their ancestors believed in, the one that allowed them to treat black people as their inferiors...
Anyways, maybe the White House will become the Pink House.... JUST KIDDING!!!!
(I'll just update the leather on Air Force One... And the color of dollar bills... Why can't we have them more colorful, like euros?)
Okay, those details don't matter A LOT, there'll be the whole world to fix....
But now, I'm enjoying this precise moment... I'm happy, feeling good.... and in love...
but that's a complete different story. No place for lyrism. At least not right now...
