parce que je peux!

today was my long tuesday, class from 9-3. i usually make it through by focusing on what i'll do after class. sometimes i decide to walk home, sometimes i think about a movie/tv show i wanna watch, sometimes i go real crazy and go shopping. well, today, i decided to go on a run. i haven't been on a run in a while.

i came up with this plan in poli sci, so probably around 10 am. as the day went on, i got more and more excited. "yeah! running! this is gonna be great!"

when i got out of comm at 3, i got this brilliant idea. what if i run up the steps of the eiffel tower? YEAH! instant good idea. why do it? because i mother effing can. i'm young, i'm living in paris, and it's cheap. so i got home, i plugged my ipod in (damn lost charge) and got pumped up. seriously, i did. i put on rilo kiley and got real excited about running. and going up the eiffel tower. and being in good enough shape to do this.

i got to trocadero at 4:15 and dashed to the eiffel tower. i paid my 3 euro 10 and climbed up the steps, huffing and puffing after like 5 steps. i must have been quite a spectacle, because almost every group that passed me on their way down sort of giggled at me. maybe it was my outfit...long sleeved black shirt, gray shorts, brown leggings, bright pink past-my-ankle socks that say "love" on them (thanks mom!) and my tennis shoes. i tried to be fashionable when i first got here, but i've given up. i'm just not stylish.

anyway, i made it up to the second floor in time to watch the sun go down (behind some clouds...semi-disappointing). i took my time just staring at the city, amazed at how many things i've done already (and at how many things i HAVEN'T done...crap, there's a lot to do here). i decided to stay to watch the first twinkling of the night, at 6 pm. it was only like 5:20, but i had a new "this american life" podcast to listen to, so i popped that on and waited.

it was freaking freezing up there. my outfit was clearly not chosen for its warmness capabilities.

once 6 pm rolled around, i switched my ipod to my "here comes santa claus!" playlist and listened to that little girl sing "all i want for christmas is you" (which, btw, is a mariah carey original). the lights started sparkling, and everything was just perfect. but then i got really cold, so it was time to get the heck off this freaking cold structure and back to a heated house. when i was running down the steps, i was all by myself, so i started dancing and singing. and the eiffel tower was still sparkling. and it was a stupendous moment in my life.