Fuck Laundry

Holy shit, it is not my day. I went downstairs to do laundry, stuffed all my shit into the washer, put in the money, and was about to set things rolling when this guy comes in and says, in French, "it's broken." I'm like...what? And then I see some stupid little post-it that's fallen to the floor, which I pick up and which has the appropriate message, in French. There had been two available washers when I entered, but by now some other bitch had moved in and taken the other one, so I was left to haul my stuff back upstairs, having wasted a good 3.5 euros for nothing. (Yes, it's 3.5 to do landry. That equates to about $5 a lode.)

Anyway, then later I came back down and saw that it was empty, so I went back to my room, got my clothes again, and found another 50 centimes to complete another 3.50 euro lode. Back downstairs, some girl had now moved in and was taking up both the available washers. Being a pushover, I beat a hasty retreat.

As of now, I've just gone down again and met the same girl. She was taking her stuff out of the dryer, and there was more stuff in the washers, but she assured me it was not hers. Goddamn it, I fucking give up. I guess the French fucking want me to stink.

As for myself, I am fighting with my paper, which is coming out ungodly slowly. I think the fact that I am writing it 1.5 spaced, instead of the usual 2, is contributing, but that's the way the teacher wants it, even though it should be 2 for our correctors, so I need to do it that way to make sure it's long enough. I'm miffed, though, that what I thought would be a six page paper is really more like a 8-9 page paper in normal terms. Stupid French.

Beyond that, it's a history paper, so I'm just not fucking interested, and I'm trying to get a grasp on this French style of writing, which involves little mini-parts and is frustratingly vague. You don't really prove anything, you just vaguely "discuss" it. Whatever the fuck that means. Beyond that, it's not particularly encouraging to write something knowing that it will be utterly eviscerated when I bring it in, because I'm sure I'm doing a million things in very informal ways, because that's all I know and I just need to get it written, since I can't get it right. But whatever, even though I'm sure it's going to happen to most of the other people in the program, too, it's annoying to know that whatever I'm putting all this time into is just going to get torn to shreds anyway. It, unsurprisingly, makes me not want to write it.

Anyway, this has really just been a rambling bitchfest and for that I apologize. Hopefully the future will find me in a better mood.