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.

Birthday Anger.

So, it was my friend's birthday today. She turned 20. Thing is, I was a bitch to her all day. Why? Because I hate birthdays. Maybe it's because I wish my birthday was always better. My parents consistently happened to 'forget' my birthday for about 10 years [since the age of 5] and in recent years, either completely forgot my birthday, thought my birthday was on the wrong day, or bought themselves presents without realizing it was in fact, my birthday. Is this selfish? Am I selfish for taking my pent-up anger on my friends? Say yes. Then give me advice. What do I do? Or am I okay for thinking this way? Are birthday's overrated? Went to the Mazet for her birthday. Beer still doesn't taste good. I'm still in love with all bartenders. French men are/will forever be, creepers. Migraines and motion sickness suck.

On a lighter note, I visited the Musée de la Musique today in the 19ieme with my French class. I was late and my teacher continues to passive aggressively hate me. Fail. Said best friend also continues to be flaky. Okay. But, the museum was a blast. I miss orchestra [dork] and classical music. I don't know why. Spanish guitar still gets me everytime. I need a man who will seduce and serenade me with Spanish guitar. Oh, if only. There was also drumming in WATER. The water was THE DRUM. It was baller. I want to learn/be a part of that culture. Pretty sure you can see it on Youtube. Everything's on Youtube. I miss music. Being a part of music. Now I know, music is an important part of my life. Oh joy.

I'm having a creative block. I need to make 2 scripts and 2 videos a shot list and a documentary. All in a month. Alongside that, theres a 5 page German Cinema paper and a 10 page research paper on an idea I have about the personal home as a museum. Si senor. Difficile. Look at me, ma! 3 languages!

I'm thinking about writing everyday until I leave. This will help me remember my stay in detail. I think. It's 2am. What the fuck is wrong with me?