Pressing Issues/Intrigues

Bonjour. I only have three matters of business to discuss today.

1. I am really tired of being called "Ruhbby". I thought it was only my French teacher back in The States who called me that, but no. All of my teachers here call me "Ruhbby" too. Its really not THAAAT hard to pronounce is it? Rooooby. You guys make that sound! "Rue" par example. Maybe I should start spelling my name "Rue Bi". People would think I was asian before they met me but at least they'd say my name right.

2. Whenever I meet a girl from Australia or the UK, I seem to get, "WOW! You look like Sky from Neighbours!" I finally googled "Sky Mangle" today and I guess I can see where they're coming from. Its funny to have a celebrity look alike in another country. I guess I'm big in the UK. Some girls took a picture of me once because they were really freaked out by it. Maybe I should start saying that I actually AM Sky from Neighbours and start signing autographs. Maybe people will start buying me drinks?

3. Lastly, something incredible ALMOST happened today. First, my friend Clair and I went into a Bra store, just to see what we are going to be dealing with sometime in the near future. We both happen to be "bra-specially-abled" so we were, you know, sizing up the competition, seeing what kind of battle we were in for, figuring out how strong of a cocktail we were going to need when finished, and basic general preparations for a long day of Bra shopping. We only went into one store and left feeling pretty down trodden. It looks like we are in for a war, my friends. Here is when something amazing almost happened:
I left to walk to class. I was listening to my Ipod, walking along the Quai when, out of the blue, I saw a woman. The very first woman in France who looked like she might have boobs somewhat like mine. I spotted her right away as she climbed the stairs and I thought I was about to receive some serious coincidental luck. I had just left a bra store no less than 13 minutes before seeing this woman. I was just, and I mean just about to go up to her and ask her where she buys her Bras when I realized... She. Was. Not. Wearing. One.

Great. I am destined to have breasts down to my knees. This bra-hunting isn't going to be just any war. This is atomic.

I'm out.
~Ruby