Happy and Broke.

This weekend and day has been fucking crazy. Can I tell you? Can I? Okay. So Monday was a success, I believe. That was yesterday. I don't even remember. Wait, I went to the school for some greasy Pizza Hut provided by the NYU at AUP counseler, Aaron Murray Nellis. Oh joy. First and last time I will ever meet slash talk to him. Va bene. Ran to Grenelle to talk to Hools, oh how I miss her, then ran home to edit Ethnography video. So, no lie, got home around 4PM and did not finish editing until 7AM. Can you imagine my night? I didn't chug anything to stay awake until 5AM when I decided to have a coffee which ended up as a fail because I fell asleep somewhere in between 7AM and 8AM. Fucking coffee does NOT work.

Groupmate Sara called me around 10:40AM to see how the project was going. Good thing she called otherwise I'd be fucked. Had a final today at noon and I still had to shower and burn the movie onto a dvd and write up my part in the paper and do last minute edits and prepare for my museum final. FUCK. Took the fastest shower of my life. Decided to bring my computer and ran out the door. Wrote up some ideas on the metro on the way to the final, which was the only preparation I had. Mind you, I get terrible motion sickness and the metro does not make it better by swaying side to side. Made it just in time before the proctor closed the door for the exam. Success. Finished in about an hour. I'd like to say it was a success as well. I'm crossing my fingers. Then headed out to finish the paper and edits for Ethnography. Finished in half an hour. Went to Tribeca on Rue Cler avec Mitchell, Olivia, and Sofia. First time I ate there. Food was pretty good. I usually only take a coffee there. So, burned the dvd during that time then met with my groupmates at Café Central for another coffee. Screened the movie with them and then explained that I would like to receive credit and more percentage on the video because I edited/directed/did a lot of shit for the video. They said nothing, so buena. This was the first time one girl in my group watched it while it was a second time for the other two. Imagine. They watched it for the first time the day it was due. Just sayin.

Went to the teacher to explain the situation as I told my groupmates. He refused to listen to me and give a girl mad props in the group for the video after she barely did anything. Alright. Couldn't do anything about that. Fuck him. He decided we would talk after class and sort it out. It didn't go so well. Some girls are just passive aggressive angry bitches. Say what's on your mind so I know. Really. I don't care if you wanna rag about it. Just say it. Not difficult. Anyway came up with a consensus, well kinda, for percentage distribution and I'm happy because mine is based of the video, which he, LOVED. So, HAPPY. It was 9 minutes short but he even said 10 and a half minutes was too long. So woot. Talked with Sara after, over a coffee and Tribeca again, about the discussion with teacher. She's not happy. We're going to the teacher Friday. Alright.

Headed off to dinner. Met Faustyna at La Motte Picquet [it's her birthday today!] and went to Chez Gladines in the 13th for some amazing food. It was a dinner slash birthday dinner. All good. I ordered Poulet Basquaise which is some southern chicken [not fried] with massive potatoes. Best potatoes of my life. Really. Janelle got confit de canard which looked yummy, Kat, a big ass silver bowl of salad with almost everything in it, and Faustyna, cassoulet. Her fave. Also had some great Sangria and Crème Caramel with a café for dessert, Faustyna took chocolate mousse instead. All of this for 30 euros. I paid for me and Faustyna for her birthday. Kat threw down too. Pretty amazing. Went to help Kat film for a while next to the Pont d'Austerlitz and then the Bastille. Lots of creepy fucks. Little did I know after they leave for home two creepy ass men would approach me. Asked for my number. Said I was leaving. They didn't care. Great. Gave them some random ass number. Nice. Can't wait to see them call it.

Now I'm home, editing another video for Mr. Julien Guerif and his take home test. Hate this video. I don't really care about it. I kind wanna show my documentary for his class. FAILFAILFAIL. I have a French final on Thursday which I'm not studying for, and German cinema on Friday of which I know nothing about. Thursday is the last time our large group will ever go to Mix club. This weekend is my last weekend in Paris. I don't really wanna think about it. I plan on seeing all my French friends, go to Versailles, hit up all the bars of which I know the bartenders, and go to all the parks that I have not been to. All in less than a week. What do I do? Reverse culture shock when I go home. It's going to be the death of me. The thing I'll probably miss the most is being able to have some wine/beer with dinner and a cocktail after. It really helps my digestion. Nahmean. I became very open to talking about taking a two after meeting Katharine. As she describes it, "the purest form of relief." Think about it. How good do you feel after? Just saying.

It's 11:20PM. Great. Why must I always wait for last minute? Oh, wait. Because I don't care about school. Ha.