Beginning of the End.

So, it's my last weekend in Paris. So far, mediocre. It's crunch time to see everything I want to see.

Yesterday went to Bobby's birthday get together at Com'Antes in the 3rd. Really hipster, really cool, not really good music though. Oh well. Pretty fun considering the fact Kat and I were completely sober. Some drama occurred yesterday between some friends between two... 'cliques' for a lack of a better word. Drama always happen. Fuck drama. Anyhow, we went home after, Kat an I, only to find ourselves being verbally abused by all types of French creeps refer here for a list of French creepers. Kat's video by the way. Just amazing. So, we ended up shooing multiple men away which sucked. The worst part of our night was when two men kept trying to talk to us saying "don't be afraid to talk to us, really. don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid" told them to fuck off, only to find them saying, straight up no lie, "don't be afraid to talk to us, we just want to fuck you." FUCKIN PERVERTS. I hate French creepers. They're the worst of them all. Anyhow, went home, packed then passed out around 4/5am. Whatever, no more school. Yay! Finals went pretty well. I didn't do a final paper but I don't really care, to tell you the truth.

So today was pretty eventful. Went to have a coffee in the morning, at my fave bistrot--bistrot de peintre. Went to the Bastille to buy some souvenirs at this little market that's featured during this time kinda like the Union Square holiday market, except there's no holiday. Went to the catacombs which were creepy and clausterphobic, but since there were more people it wasn't too bad. Then Soo Young, who was with me, left, and I went to Saint Chappelle, which is this beautiful chapel/church in the Palais de Justice. Walked home, cleaned a bit then headed to Julia Morpugo's birthday dinner at the Mosque. Really good dinner, really expensive. Fuck my fucking life. Went to Stollys after for some drinks. Bitches are mad loud. We got drinks cheaper at first, then he started charging whole because they screamed DRINKS ARE ONLY 2 EUROS. Great, you bitches, now I have to pay more. Whatever. Bitches. Met a model named Sarah Seewer [?] I believe, from South Africa with an English/British accent. She's mad chill. Also met some guy who is significantly older than me, but what can I do? I only attract older men. Great. That means I look like a mom.

Anyway, left without saying goodbye because I got pulled away. Felt bad, headed to the karaoke bar which was fucking lame as balls. We thought we had to buy a drink to sing, when we didn't. I wasted 8 fucking euros for nothing. Oh, by the way. After bitches yelled 2 EURO shots at Stolly's None of them wanted to pay for the following shot. I shelled out 15 Euros for them bitches. I hate them all. I'm so broke but I continue to be good to my friends. Thing is, I hate it when people don't pay me back, and they owe me. I just hate reminding people. Right now, I bet I'm about 3000 dollars down because of bitches who don't pay me back. Fuck this shit. I'm too nice about this when I could pull out the bitch in me. Anyway this karaoke bar was lame, tried to request about 5 songs all of which he said he didn't have, therefore ended up requesting Wannabe, then peacing because bitches were pissing me off. I hate fake ass bitches. I also hate people who don't pay me back. I also hate that I didn't have fun today. My last Saturday. Fuck this.

My landlord is coming tomorrow. A friend is staying over because she lost her keys. Great. Why does my life suck so hard? I try to be good, I try to get luck from karma, but you know, good things just do not happen to me. Ever. Why am I such a fail? Bring me in this world to be cynical and pessimistic. Great. This doesn't only affect me, but everyone around me. I'm such a joy to be around.