Shoes, glorious shoes!

Houston, on a un probleme. And what is said, probleme, you ask? Well, mainly, the mass quantity of shoes posessed by yours truly. If you know me at all, you know about my affinity for shoes. Some may call it an obsession. I call it a special interest. But this interest persists, and it's currently hindering the packing process. Now, I'm a great packer. A few weeks? A month? Even two months, I can do easily. Almostanentireyear? A bit harder. Now, normal people might not fret at how many shoes they'll need, but I do. Will it hurt a shoe's feelings if it gets left behind? And what if I leave a pair behind and then really need it? HELP! THIS COULD BE A REAL PROBLEM!!! But, at this time in a week I'll be asleep in my apartment in Lyon. Scary, isn't it? Me loose in another country. Danger Will Robinson, danger danger! I was finally able to access my reservation on britishairways.com- always good to know that I and my flights exist.

Last night, after milkshakes (lovely), Sarah (aka Sarita) and I saw possibly the worst movie ever made. I will not name it here for fear of spreading the evil, but it features J-Lo. At least we only payed $3. But really, we went in with no expectations at all, and were still dissapointed. Michael Vartan, how could you do this to us? Note that Sarah chose this movie, and that i have complete power over our next selection. In an effort to cleanse myself, I saw Bride and Prejudice tonight, with the mom and dad (back from his and Mike's cross-country adventure). I am biased because I a)love the director, who's name I cannot spell, but who did Bend it Like Beckham, b) I love Bend it Like Beckham, c)I love Bollywood and d) I'm a sucker for bright colors and songs and dancing. That said, it was very good. Fun, too. Even la picky mother enjoyed it. Dad didn't seem to know what to make of it, but said he liked it.

I was trying to explain blogging to the afore-mentioned bestest-friend-Sarita, and ended up telling her that for me, it's basically a group of friends that all have blogs or blog-type-things and read each others. Instead of emails, we comment. Thinking about it, I think that's very true. Sort of cool isn't it? At my best count we have April-writes-better-than-most-of-us-and-still-has-phenomenal-taste-in-movies, E's-getting-an-impressive-PhD-and-teaching-and-doing-more-interesting-things-in-Philly, Emily B-knows-a-lot-about-music-and-owns-more-cds-than-most-everyone-else-I-know, Liz-moved-to-Norway-but-is-coming-back-for-grad-school, Laura-actually-has-a-job-in-Chicago-and-is-still-ultra-cool-in-the-oboe-way, Erin-has-a-real-job-and-real-large-apartment-but-is-still-the-Erin-we-know-and-love, with occasional appearances from Emilee-all-grown-up, and Lauren-keeps-disappearing-but-is-still-my-little-sister. Anyone else to add? Phantom readers that know us too? Phantom other friends? Jenny, are you out there? Heather? Anyone? I guess this is the crazy we-went-to-Ripon-College group. Because no matter how far away you are, you always went to Ripon. And it's mostly a I-was-a-Delta-Psi group too (sorry Laura! ). Hmmm. Even if these are the only people that ever read this, I'm happy because it keeps us semi-connected. Technology!

I miss my Eugene friends. I am reminded of this when something happens like Emily telling me about her dream about ninjas. No, for real people. I'm glad I'm moving on, but wish I could take everyone with me in my pocket. But would they all fit in my pocket? And the people that left earlier, after first year. Why can't everyone I like just move together, in a group? Then my life wouldn't feel so separated and divided into definite parts that I never get to mix. And that's just no good. I want everyone to know everyone! Friends, meet my friends. So there.