I took this picture of me and my boyfriend while away in France. Actually, I didn't take it. That would be... well, pretty impressive I think, since I'm in it. But some of you don't know what I look like so you might not have realized that I'm in the picture. Well, I am. That's me. The girl.

Yes, I know. You all are very confused right now and I understand why. I have been lying to you all. I do not look like my mindsay picture. I'm sorry. We all can't really look like Anne Hathaway, aka Mrs. Shakepeare. Unless of course you're Anne Hathaway (Either Shakepeare's bitch or the present actress works here).

France was amazing. A quote was once said (actually I guess it was said and then it became a quote, because how can something be a quote when it hasn't been said yet... right? OK, I'll stop confusing myself). Anyway... I once read this quote that said, "I found love in Paris." Now I understand what was meant by it.

Of course that quote isn't really relevant to this situation because it was a quote from the Greek figure Oenone, a nymph, who fell in love with the young Trojan prince Paris (not realizing he was a prince of course, because who falls for princes these days. They're momma's boys and in the worst way when their momma is the queen).

Here's the picture of Oenone finding love in Paris. You can compare it to my above picture of finding love in Paris.

I'd say it's comparable. Although my finding love in Paris didn't involve any sheep or little, chubby creatures with huge sticks.

Ah well. It is said the nymph Oenone was possessed by the god Apollo who gave her the art of prophecy. You would think if she could apparently tell the future she would've been able to see the problems with falling in love with Prince Paris. She should've just killed him. She could've prevented the entire Trojan War.

Ahhh, I guess he was her Achilles' Heel... (Ask someone if you don't get the reference... Or don't because they'll laugh at you and call you stupid and uneducated... But then you can just laugh back at them and tell them that no one cares about stupid Greek mythology anyway. Most people only know about Paris + Helen = Troy at War = Paris shooting Achilles in the heel and therefore coining the chase phrase Achilles' Heel meaning a seemingly small but actually crucial weakness [according to Dictionary.com] from the latest, dump of a movie Troy, starring hunky Brad Pitt who just recently ditched a beautiful Jennifer Aniston for an ugly Angelina Jolie). Wow... that was a long parentheses.

::BREATH:: Soooo... I guess none of this really matters because I didn't really find love in Paris. I had already found love in America before ever stepping foot on French soil. But, I can say, Paris did make me fall in love all over again.

How can you not in the most romantic city in the world?








*This entry is in no way damning the God Apollo, the god of prophecy, music, medicine, and poetry, and sometimes the sun. May he remain all mighty and powerful. Of course, not as mighty and powerful as Jesus. Afterall, I would still like to get into Heaven.