Spontaneity.

So, it feels like a long time since my last post. But, it in fact, is not. Yesterday was a great day, great weather, accomplished my food shopping, and had a great night with Katherine and friends. After Faustyna left, I walked to Place d'Italie where I found a mall [weird right?] went window shopping for an hour or so and tortured myself by doing so because I wanted to buy everything I saw. Fail. After walked to the grocery store and bought Asian groceries and fruit. Success! I miss fruit.

Anyhow, took the bus home, where I learned French people do not care about personal space or have any respect for personal space. Both people who happened to sit next to me propped their arm on mine as if I were an armrest. Their fail. Got off a stop early because the bus smelled like B.O. and walked home. Got ready and met Katherine and her brobro for dinner in the Marais. Went to Café du Marché. Pretty sure that's what its called. Got some salmon with some good sauce. Approval. But Andrew, [Kat's brobro] waited half an hour for his dish, and we were grumbling for half an hour during the wait. The food didn't even fill him him up, so we went to get some falafel for him. Success! He was full! We then got gelato and walked to Odéon to meet peoples for Katherine's shindig.

Hokay. So, Saint-Michel is a crossing point to get to Odéon and what the fuck, all tourists and shit. Kill me. Found Janelle went to the Mazet where 10 peoples met up with us after half and hour and went to the Wagg club around the corner. Free before midnight and mojito drink special until 1230. So, Hools was waiting outside so we then went alll in together. We got inside after a long ass time of figuring out the doors, and got mojitos. Thing is, why the fuck would a club make a MOJITO drink special. Number one, mojitos take up TOO much time, require so much work to make, and are just not work the frustration that comes with it while making it. Basically, we waited about half an hour to order our drinks and another fifteen to get them. That's great. Drinks were diluted, not that strong. So Andrew decided to buy us two shots. Bless his soul. Whiskey and tequila. Death in a shot. So we took them, Whiskey doesn't always sit right with me. But totally happy after. The music was 70s/80s disco-pop-old-school jams. We had a lot of fun. The DJ broke out some actual jam music. Stayed until about 3:30 then peaced. Everyone basically ended up walking home. I got home around 4am and had to shoo some asshole who tried to follow me home. That's never happened before. Kinda nerveracking. But it's all good. Scared him with my stank face. Nahmean.

Got home. Passed out around 5. Woke up today at 2:30pm. WHAT?! Wasted my day by watching fucking Transporter 3 which was terrible. I just like the guy in the movie. Don't even know his name. Anyhow, watched the movie, Kat/Andrew/Janelle came over. We went to dinner. Bistro de Peintre on my street. Mad good. Best steak and potatoes I've ever had. In a restaurant in Paris at least. Got home about an hour ago. About to revise my paper for Julie, and then pass the fuck out. I'm so down.