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.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
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.
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.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Live it up.
So, last Wednesday my lovely friends and I headed to Nice, France for a few days before finals. It was beautiful. We got to the apartment, then straight to be beach. Prime tanning time. The beaches were all rocks which is a plus and minus. Rocks means no sand in the nana but pain in the feets. Oh well. Good anyhow. We did basically nothing for 4 days. Really. Nothing except eat Fenocchio ice cream, gyros, and tan like a mofucka. Also went gambling for the first time in a casino. Won 10 euros overall. Yay. Really happy. No, really. Good times good times.
That was and will be my last trip in Paris. Pretty sure I'll remember that forever. Thing is on that trip I realized so many things. People are so quick to catch you when you're vulgar. Thing is, why is everyone so sheltered in this mentality that everyone needs to act or be the same in some way to be socially accepted. So what if people are outspoken or even straight up vulgar. It's how they are. Since when is judgment socially acceptable. Why is everyone [me too] constantly judging people we don't know by their actions. This, my friends, means societal concerns have taken over our own beliefs. Fail. Fail. Fail.
Numero dos, I find it difficult to be nice to stupid people, people who play dumb but are actually smart, and again, stupid people. This is NOT one of my judging things. I judge, yes. Only if I don't know you. I'll be nice when I meet someone, I guess inside I'm a French girl at heart [they're all cold-hearted bitches], but after I get to know someone and they NEVER get anything I say, or just play dumb or ask stupid questions. It's over. I am a flat out bitch. Yes, it's wrong to hurt other peoples feelings blahblahblah, but no one ever speaks up. Ever. They just take the stupidness, constantly taking it without any reaction. Since when is this acceptable? Since when is speaking up against something you, personally do not like, socially unacceptable? So. Wrong.
Tres, I cannot live with more than one person. Ever. I like hanging out in groups, but living in a large group is a big fail. I learned some self-control on this trip, too. No doubt. Thanks, Soo Young. For real.
Quatro, I hate lazy mothafucks. People who have been raised with mothers who do everything for them and they, themselves never learned to do simple chores. People who think they're above others because of their family. That's an epic fail.
So I am ranting. Yes. Only to rest my raging thoughts and take them out from my movie-making process. I would like to mention the name of the person I am ranting about, but I think I'll withhold some self-control and not. This girl knows that I do not like her, knows that I think she's stupid, yet continues to be stupid. Now I know, for myself, she is actually stupid. It's not a facade. I've given up. I can no longer be around this person. Thank God this semester is over.
Trying to work on my Ethnography movie, edit this paper said dumb girl forwarded to me, Principles movie and take home exam, Museum's Orangerie write up for final. What a week.
Ten. Days. To. Go.
That was and will be my last trip in Paris. Pretty sure I'll remember that forever. Thing is on that trip I realized so many things. People are so quick to catch you when you're vulgar. Thing is, why is everyone so sheltered in this mentality that everyone needs to act or be the same in some way to be socially accepted. So what if people are outspoken or even straight up vulgar. It's how they are. Since when is judgment socially acceptable. Why is everyone [me too] constantly judging people we don't know by their actions. This, my friends, means societal concerns have taken over our own beliefs. Fail. Fail. Fail.
Numero dos, I find it difficult to be nice to stupid people, people who play dumb but are actually smart, and again, stupid people. This is NOT one of my judging things. I judge, yes. Only if I don't know you. I'll be nice when I meet someone, I guess inside I'm a French girl at heart [they're all cold-hearted bitches], but after I get to know someone and they NEVER get anything I say, or just play dumb or ask stupid questions. It's over. I am a flat out bitch. Yes, it's wrong to hurt other peoples feelings blahblahblah, but no one ever speaks up. Ever. They just take the stupidness, constantly taking it without any reaction. Since when is this acceptable? Since when is speaking up against something you, personally do not like, socially unacceptable? So. Wrong.
Tres, I cannot live with more than one person. Ever. I like hanging out in groups, but living in a large group is a big fail. I learned some self-control on this trip, too. No doubt. Thanks, Soo Young. For real.
Quatro, I hate lazy mothafucks. People who have been raised with mothers who do everything for them and they, themselves never learned to do simple chores. People who think they're above others because of their family. That's an epic fail.
So I am ranting. Yes. Only to rest my raging thoughts and take them out from my movie-making process. I would like to mention the name of the person I am ranting about, but I think I'll withhold some self-control and not. This girl knows that I do not like her, knows that I think she's stupid, yet continues to be stupid. Now I know, for myself, she is actually stupid. It's not a facade. I've given up. I can no longer be around this person. Thank God this semester is over.
Trying to work on my Ethnography movie, edit this paper said dumb girl forwarded to me, Principles movie and take home exam, Museum's Orangerie write up for final. What a week.
Ten. Days. To. Go.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Allergy Season.
So, last Wednesday night, we went out for Katherine's birthday. Somewhere in the 13th, mad good. Had about a 3 hour dinner and just bonded with the ladies. My kind of dinner. Then we headed home. I did some movie work and passed the fuck out.
Thing is, that movie I worked so hard on, was terrible. My teacher didn't like it at all, sooooo therefore, I must start once again. FUCK MY LIFE. So I will be working on that forever. French class was cancelled due the death of a friend of the teachers. May she rest in peace. Also reworking my museum paper because I was so unsatisfied with the one I turned in. So happy Julie gave me an extension. Thursday was uneventful, I went home and worked on my paper a bit. Met Iwan for some dranks in the Bastille then did some more work then passed the fuck out. I don't know why I've been so tired lately. Really. It's killing me.
Then yesterday, Friday, was the fête du travail which occurs May 1st every year in France. It's a day where everyone has off work, because literal translation would be, celebration of work, so they celebrate by not going to work. Nahmean? Thing is, I had to shoot my film at Luxembourg. And at Luxembourg mad protestors were outside, in french, a manifestation. So I was thinking, why the fuck do people take the day off of work to go fucking protest. On holidays people are supposed to relax and here you are, ya frenchies, off of work, protesting about work. Oh joy. So exciting. Kill me. So lotsa cops, the streets were closed down and we couldn't catch a bus to shoot in the next location next to the gardens. Supposed to meet Timmy at 2:00pm originally, then pushed it to 2:30, didn't see him until 3:45. FACK. I know he was angry. I would've been. Just sit there and waited. What the fuck. Really, fucking protestors and mad tourists. Tourist season has most definitely began. All in all, a great day of shooting I'd like to say. I wanted to start editing but the cord Mathieu gave me doesn't WORK. A little angry at that. Need to film Monday and Tuesday though. Wakka. Hope the weather follows through.
So last night Faustyna and I were supposed to go on an epic journey beginning with strawberry mojitos. Unfortunately it was a fail because I suck at life. We ended up going to a place in the 3ieme and had some green [HA], then headed for a bar while stopping by ice cream on the way. =) YES. Love Amorino. Will be the death of me. So, we went to Stolly's a bar next to Saint-Paul in the Marais. Really crowded, really chill. Went to see Mike. Miss that man. Chillinin with the Fausty then headed home. Got some food and got hit on by multiple skank ass men. Fucking assholes. So we went home and watched a movie. I fell asleep. Shameful.
So, Fausty just left about half hour ago to Giverny because she liked my pictures and wanted to see it for herself. =) Haha. So, I'm here not knowing what to do. I think I'll hit up Soo-Young. No doubt. Oh another thing. It is Saturday morning. I'm not usually up this early. What is this? My sleeping pattern is so fucking weird. Katherine gets back today. We're gonna celebrate her birthday. Shitshow extravaganza. So. Excited.
Just realized it's May. Time really flies. I'm so sad that I have to leave. I need to live here for a few years. One day. I'm not gonna see half of these people ever again. What do I do?! I love new friends! I can't believe one semester goes by so so quickly. I wish I could stay through graduation. Haha. It's officially May 2nd. 18 days to go. New York bound. I'm going to cry when I leave and I don't usually cry. I just know it. Ugh. Need to live it up. Really. Live. It. Up.
Thing is, that movie I worked so hard on, was terrible. My teacher didn't like it at all, sooooo therefore, I must start once again. FUCK MY LIFE. So I will be working on that forever. French class was cancelled due the death of a friend of the teachers. May she rest in peace. Also reworking my museum paper because I was so unsatisfied with the one I turned in. So happy Julie gave me an extension. Thursday was uneventful, I went home and worked on my paper a bit. Met Iwan for some dranks in the Bastille then did some more work then passed the fuck out. I don't know why I've been so tired lately. Really. It's killing me.
Then yesterday, Friday, was the fête du travail which occurs May 1st every year in France. It's a day where everyone has off work, because literal translation would be, celebration of work, so they celebrate by not going to work. Nahmean? Thing is, I had to shoot my film at Luxembourg. And at Luxembourg mad protestors were outside, in french, a manifestation. So I was thinking, why the fuck do people take the day off of work to go fucking protest. On holidays people are supposed to relax and here you are, ya frenchies, off of work, protesting about work. Oh joy. So exciting. Kill me. So lotsa cops, the streets were closed down and we couldn't catch a bus to shoot in the next location next to the gardens. Supposed to meet Timmy at 2:00pm originally, then pushed it to 2:30, didn't see him until 3:45. FACK. I know he was angry. I would've been. Just sit there and waited. What the fuck. Really, fucking protestors and mad tourists. Tourist season has most definitely began. All in all, a great day of shooting I'd like to say. I wanted to start editing but the cord Mathieu gave me doesn't WORK. A little angry at that. Need to film Monday and Tuesday though. Wakka. Hope the weather follows through.
So last night Faustyna and I were supposed to go on an epic journey beginning with strawberry mojitos. Unfortunately it was a fail because I suck at life. We ended up going to a place in the 3ieme and had some green [HA], then headed for a bar while stopping by ice cream on the way. =) YES. Love Amorino. Will be the death of me. So, we went to Stolly's a bar next to Saint-Paul in the Marais. Really crowded, really chill. Went to see Mike. Miss that man. Chillinin with the Fausty then headed home. Got some food and got hit on by multiple skank ass men. Fucking assholes. So we went home and watched a movie. I fell asleep. Shameful.
So, Fausty just left about half hour ago to Giverny because she liked my pictures and wanted to see it for herself. =) Haha. So, I'm here not knowing what to do. I think I'll hit up Soo-Young. No doubt. Oh another thing. It is Saturday morning. I'm not usually up this early. What is this? My sleeping pattern is so fucking weird. Katherine gets back today. We're gonna celebrate her birthday. Shitshow extravaganza. So. Excited.
Just realized it's May. Time really flies. I'm so sad that I have to leave. I need to live here for a few years. One day. I'm not gonna see half of these people ever again. What do I do?! I love new friends! I can't believe one semester goes by so so quickly. I wish I could stay through graduation. Haha. It's officially May 2nd. 18 days to go. New York bound. I'm going to cry when I leave and I don't usually cry. I just know it. Ugh. Need to live it up. Really. Live. It. Up.
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