Found out my hot crush has a gf. Too bad.

Yesterday, whilst doing the schools concerts with the Canberra Symph, we were playing the Star Wars theme. The conductor asked the kids "whose theme music was that? Was it for a goodie or a baddie?" They decided it was for a baddie, he asked what his name was, a very enthusiastic kid answered "the black guy".

I'm facestalking some of my cousins... one's info, under the 'religious' category is 'Go Catholic or Go Home'

I wonder if it's normal. When I was a kid/teen I used to ride horses. I had my own horse and had lessons every week, competed and was quite involved in the horse world. Now, almost 10 years later, I still have dreams that I'm horse riding.

I woke up with a swollen area on my thigh, with two tiny dots... the dots turned into blisters. I went to the chemist, and she said that if the blisters get bigger I should go to a hospital/doctor. Well, the two blisters have turned into four, but I don't really want to go to the hospital, I just KNOW it will be boring.

Today is my last day in Paris. There are many stories that I've neglected to tell you, my few faithful readers (Jacqui), but I will return and slot it in, you won't even notice it was missing.

My week in Paris was very enjoyable. My three months here a few years ago were good, but I didn't fall in love with the city. Not that I have now, but I guess I'm forming a crush. We did a large percentage of the museums, the Picasso one was wonderful, the Pompidou always one of my favorites, the Louvre was full of fat naked babies, and going to see Marie-Antoinettes place was tiring, and unfortunately entailed many fat naked babies as well.

We saw a tightrope walker, that was pretty cool, and I felt he deserved a euro from me, but of course in shrapnel form... when I was fishing around for it, a gypsy came up to me and asked for money, I ignored her. She kept asking, getting more and more agitated, until she cursed me. At least, I think she did. Nothing bad happened though.

At the moment, I can see two young jewish boys waiting for the drawbridge to close. They look happy to be waiting, carrying a plastic shopping bag with cereal. I'm about to check out of my hostel, do a bit of last minute shopping before I meet up with Jess and Rafe (who I've spent the week with). We were going to have a lunch picnic, but the weather is lousy. I guess it's a good thing, easing me back into shitty weather. See you soon, Jac.

Last night, as usual, I was lying in bed with the window open, reading my book and listening to music from my laptop. Between tracks I noticed music coming from outside, so I turned my music off to listen. The band was hard to hear, but the sax was so loud it was like it was playing a few metres away, the sound bouncing off the cliffs and hills around, causing it to have an echo, a very dreamy, acidy sound... then the tune ended, and I could tell there was a huge croud. I remembered someone saying that Sonny Rollins was going to be in town, but I didn't know when. I listened for a few more tunes, I was so tired but I felt like I didn't want to miss anything, then after a really upbeat tune, a booming voice said "merci beaucoup" a few times in a bad french accent, then introduced the band, and said "I'm Sonny Rollins, goodnight!" I was a bit dissapointed I wasn't there, but it was quite nice being alone in my breezy shoebox, being serenaded through the open window.

This morning, out this same window, 4 floors up, I saw a grasshopper on a leaf. Crazy grasshopper.