Girls Night.

So, it's been a while since I've posted. Nothing new. Just fun, really.

Learned that I cannot take annoying people at all when hot [like sweating, hot], stressed, or just really, in general. Also learned that I am a complete and utter bitch. As well as the fact that I like to blind myself from the truth, a lot in my life.

Anyhow, good news. This weekend was overall a success. Saturday hung out with Hoolie and Iwan and Manuel. Good night. I think I have to call him Friday. Sunday had an another amazing excursion of food with Hoolie at Tricotin in Chinatown. Did some food shopping. Success! Monday, had hookah with Liv and Faustyna [finally]. It was a great night. A hookah, and 3 pots of mint tea for 10 euros? Fabulous. Tuesday, went to Moose for Mike's last night although it was pretty boring. Womp. Got to chat with my ladies and met Liv's friend. I've already forgotten his name. Oh well. Today is Wednesday. Met Faustyna for lunch at 12. Had Gyros at the Invalides park. Took the bus to Hotel de Ville. Failed at vintage shopping. Ran into Charlie, realized how much of an asshole he is. Got ice cream. Succeeded in mainstream shopping then went home. Found that I am going to die this weekend because of the Giverny trip. Didn't get any work done. Got a call from Kat. Going to dinner with the ladies! Tex-Mex for dinner in the Bastille, Amorino gelato for dessert, jammage and chillage at mi casa or rather, mon appartement. So great. Love the ladies because they know my kind of music and understand my obsession. Never had this kind of connection before. Through music and appreciation of black people, I mean.

I don't mean to force music on people, I understand and accept your stylings, but doesn't mean I have to like it. All I ask is that you try to feel the emotion in the songs I'm asking you to hear. Soul music. Even gospel music. Even though it's about God, I'm not exactly a firm believer in religion, but the music draws me in. Really. Listen and feel it. I don't know. Something about their passion makes me want to sing.

Now it's 1am. Haven't finished my German paper, haven't started my 10pg museum research paper, haven't written my 3pg film review for Ilha das Floras, haven't read for our in class test, haven't written my hw for French. Epic fail.

Success in life, fail in school. I guess there's a balance for everything. But I feel there's more fail than success. My life sucks sometimes.

Where is it going?

So, this weekend entailed some filming, a birthday party, and going to the same bar. 3 days in a row. Merde de vie. It's not fun when people start thinking you're an alcoholic, or when you think of yourself as an alcoholic. Womp.

So, Friday I met up with Julia for lunch. Went with her to get her eyebrows did in the 9th I think, and then went home to do work. Fail. Didn't get any work done. Waited to go out that night. Ended up going to a bar with Sofia and her boy, playing third wheel. Fail. Stayed til late I think. Don't remember much. Fail.

Saturday was a bit better. Woke up to the sun shining, although it was like 12:30ish. Oops. Met up with Sofia and Julia. Did filming. Found a store near my apartment with 5-10 euro shoes. Yay! Went to Jardin des Plants for an hour to film. Really nice day. Wanted to stay, but couldn't. Had Mcdonalds for the first time in a long ass time, and went home to do work which ended up as a fail. I never get any work done. After, got a call from Tamer, seeing if I was going to Yann's birthday party. I thought about it, said yes and asked him to call me when he left. We were extremely late. Got to the party around 10. Best time of my life. Met lots of new french people, mind you, this was a gay man's birthday party and most of them ranged from 25-40. I felt a little intimidated, but after a few drinks, everything went smooooth. I enjoyed my time. Got the hookup for an internship, j'espere. Met lots of gay men and practiced my french. It was all in all, a great time. However, I texted a friend, hoping to invite him to the party. Said he was working late, so I decided to join him at the bar. My friends were there too, of course, but I don't know. Something prompted me to go. Got there, saw people for like 10 minutes, they peaced and I was left with Sofia. Ran into Maeve. Sofia wanted to go home so she did. Maeve was drunk as the day was gone and I tried to take care of her. We left, but she wanted to go back to talk to another bartender. Fail. I tried to talk to the bartender for her to no avail. He's not interested, I sounded like a dumbass. Worst part of my night. Told him I had to go so she had to get walked home, but didn't leave. Ha. I wonder if I was making sense. Sat back down to have another beer and a shot of whisky. Must've been my 12th drink. Trying to stay sober, again, fail. Don't remember what I said to said bartender and a friend, Phillipe. Merde de vie. Left as they were locking the door, felt embarrased. Walked to Saint-Michel, got hit on by 3 men who tried to kiss me. Punch. Run. Got on the metro. Home at 730.

Sunday, woke up around noon. Bad hangover, tried to do work. Didn't get any done. Monday morning. Leaving in 10 minutes for class, accomplished nothing this weekend. Fail.