Paris and life

Harold kindly sent me an email which reminded me about my duties of writing here. I have been forgetting about this place a little more every day. The world of Facebook and MySpace just ruins the tradition that us old pioneers once had. I wonder what the point is in making a website anymore? what is the point in making layouts, and changing them every month or year? Everything is taken over by these templated webpages. And look, I have become so jaded in my creativity that I decided to just give up and use blogger... what am I doing! My years studying webdesign/development has gone down the drain. All I know now is what I knew before that - retail. How to make a customer feel valued. And although I do feel that is an important part of who I am and what I guess I am discovering that I do possibly enjoy my job. I enjoy making people happy, and I get to do that on a daily basis, but I also get stressed out on a daily basis, and yelled at by fucked up retarded angry people.

So, what was the point of me even studying webdesign in the first place? I can come up with 5 good reasons, and they are my 5 friends that I made during those years. I miss not being able to hang out with them. Drinking beer on the patio until midnight. Laughing around the fire in the backyard. The constant skipping classes to goto the pub and then our teacher meeting us there. And any excuse we could think of to have a party.

We had such high hopes of making it all together. Starting our freelance business and continuing those parties for years to come. But some of us got jobs, and the rest of us needed money. Reality sets in.


I have about 1000 photos from my trip. My friends have all the funny ones of me, so I'm going to get their copies soon and sift through them all. I've just put up a couple of my favourite funny ones from Paris. I'll have to try and do some more posts with my funny photos from Rome, Ireland and London.

My thoughts on Paris was that is was really pretty, everyone was nice except one guy that rolled his eyes at me! grr. There was a lot of history there and very surreal surroundings, but other than that is was a down right dirty place and smelt like utter piss and shit. So to you, France, please clean up your cities!

I'm glad to be home. I'm glad I went. And Jimmy still loves me, so all is good in the world of Samantha right now. I've just gotten home from a weekend away camping with Jimmy and some mates. Had a really nice time and I'm learning to be a good backseat motorbike rider. One day I'll work up the courage to let Jimmy teach me how to ride his bike. I plan on eventually being able to ride by myself so I can go on these cross country rides they do when normally I'd be stuck at camp twiddling my thumbs :)