Allergy Season.

So, last Wednesday night, we went out for Katherine's birthday. Somewhere in the 13th, mad good. Had about a 3 hour dinner and just bonded with the ladies. My kind of dinner. Then we headed home. I did some movie work and passed the fuck out.

Thing is, that movie I worked so hard on, was terrible. My teacher didn't like it at all, sooooo therefore, I must start once again. FUCK MY LIFE. So I will be working on that forever. French class was cancelled due the death of a friend of the teachers. May she rest in peace. Also reworking my museum paper because I was so unsatisfied with the one I turned in. So happy Julie gave me an extension. Thursday was uneventful, I went home and worked on my paper a bit. Met Iwan for some dranks in the Bastille then did some more work then passed the fuck out. I don't know why I've been so tired lately. Really. It's killing me.

Then yesterday, Friday, was the fête du travail which occurs May 1st every year in France. It's a day where everyone has off work, because literal translation would be, celebration of work, so they celebrate by not going to work. Nahmean? Thing is, I had to shoot my film at Luxembourg. And at Luxembourg mad protestors were outside, in french, a manifestation. So I was thinking, why the fuck do people take the day off of work to go fucking protest. On holidays people are supposed to relax and here you are, ya frenchies, off of work, protesting about work. Oh joy. So exciting. Kill me. So lotsa cops, the streets were closed down and we couldn't catch a bus to shoot in the next location next to the gardens. Supposed to meet Timmy at 2:00pm originally, then pushed it to 2:30, didn't see him until 3:45. FACK. I know he was angry. I would've been. Just sit there and waited. What the fuck. Really, fucking protestors and mad tourists. Tourist season has most definitely began. All in all, a great day of shooting I'd like to say. I wanted to start editing but the cord Mathieu gave me doesn't WORK. A little angry at that. Need to film Monday and Tuesday though. Wakka. Hope the weather follows through.

So last night Faustyna and I were supposed to go on an epic journey beginning with strawberry mojitos. Unfortunately it was a fail because I suck at life. We ended up going to a place in the 3ieme and had some green [HA], then headed for a bar while stopping by ice cream on the way. =) YES. Love Amorino. Will be the death of me. So, we went to Stolly's a bar next to Saint-Paul in the Marais. Really crowded, really chill. Went to see Mike. Miss that man. Chillinin with the Fausty then headed home. Got some food and got hit on by multiple skank ass men. Fucking assholes. So we went home and watched a movie. I fell asleep. Shameful.

So, Fausty just left about half hour ago to Giverny because she liked my pictures and wanted to see it for herself. =) Haha. So, I'm here not knowing what to do. I think I'll hit up Soo-Young. No doubt. Oh another thing. It is Saturday morning. I'm not usually up this early. What is this? My sleeping pattern is so fucking weird. Katherine gets back today. We're gonna celebrate her birthday. Shitshow extravaganza. So. Excited.

Just realized it's May. Time really flies. I'm so sad that I have to leave. I need to live here for a few years. One day. I'm not gonna see half of these people ever again. What do I do?! I love new friends! I can't believe one semester goes by so so quickly. I wish I could stay through graduation. Haha. It's officially May 2nd. 18 days to go. New York bound. I'm going to cry when I leave and I don't usually cry. I just know it. Ugh. Need to live it up. Really. Live. It. Up.