my australian friend lisa

chris and i were walking back from the metro station today when this happened.

lisa: (with an accent) "are you two from the states?"
me: "yeah, we're from california."
lisa: "i heard the accents and just knew. here's my life dilemma: i can't decide whether i want to live in london or paris. i have to decide soon. what do you think?"

okay, that wasn't the conversation verbatim, but you get the gist. she was hilarious. she was spilling about how she's usually all put together and in control, but here, since she doesn't speak any french, she's lost and frazzled. she misses her family and friends but has her french boyfriend (who now thinks she's crazy because she bawled the other day about being homesick). she was a screen writer in australia and worked on a pretty big show there. she gushed when she said she was on imdb, but lamented the fact that it was some crappy script that she didn't even like. she's looking into working at hostels, but chris and i suggested that maybe she go work at fat tire (haha) or maybe even at aup. chris played career counselor for her, laying out reasons to stay here and reasons to go to london.

anyway, after a 10 minute conversation on the street corner, we exchanged mobiles (oh, i love that). she goes, "seriously, give me a call. we're like neighbors! you can come visit the psycho cat i live with."

i love strangers so much.

oh, we also impulsively booked tickets to barcelona today. we're headed to spain dec 12-14...ON MY 21ST BIRTHDAY! i'm gonna celebrate my 21st birthday--my day of us legality--in freaking spain. TODAY=AWESOME.