J'Ecris, J'Ecris...

I spent the day doing homework in an act of penitance, but I didn't get all that much done - the internet was proving very distracting today. Everyone got back at 730, and my teacher, Arnaud, even came in to find me and look at the outline for me. It was helpful, and he said I didn't need to do as elaborate a thing as my corrector was trying to do, which is good. Stupid corrector. I am kind of changing the second half of it, but that's not so bad, and it's much easier and more approachable than redoing the entire paper from scratch and trying to struggle to address shit that we don't have sufficient information for.

Apparently everyone tried desperately to wake me (and Tina) up this morning and were pounding on our doors and whatnot, but we slept through it all. I'm still not perfectly sure of how my alarm clocks got turned off without waking me up, though, especially the one on the other side of the room.

There were also rumblings from Evelyn that in addition to everyone pounding on the door in the morning, Arnaud had managed to secure the key from the front desk to come in and try to manually wake me up. I do not know if this is true or if perhaps she misunderstood or something. Nick also suggested it, though I'm not perfectly sure if it was under the influence of Evelyn's tale or not. No one else (of the like two other people I've mentioned it to) knew anything about it, though. Personally, I don't know what to make of it, but I hope it's not true, just on principle. I'd rather not have people feeling they can barge into my room whenever they fucking want to. Also, I woke to find I was sleeping naked. It would be awkward to think that my teacher has seen that. Anyway, if it did happen, I hope the cover was at least properly arranged.

With everyone back, I accompanied Evelyn and Vivien to the Champion, where what I thought was a minor shopping trip turned up into a fairly major supply run for me. Anyway, long story short, I now have various new things, including Coca-Light, some liquor, tape, and various other odds and ends.

I tried going to this party that committee on parties was throwing in the caffeteria, but it was pretty lame. There was no music or anything party-ish, just dull caffeteria lighting and a bunch of people standing around talking in french and drinking from little beer bottles. It was kind of like a middle school dance, except in France and with liquor. I and Sung, who had instigated the me going down, each had a beer (me to "get back on the wagon" after last night, so-to-speak, so I don't develop a liquor phobia or anything like that--though honestly I'm not too worried about that happening), and I then decided that it was time to fly the coop. Sung stayed and I went back upstairs to work on my paper.

And that's what I've been doing all night. Since it's a history paper, of course, I'm majestically uninspired. In the course of four hours, I've checked my email countless times and surfed basically every page I frequent, making sure to read everything. So yes, after four hours of work, I have a lovely (hopefully good) introduction. Yay. At least I'm primed for tomorrow, so I can get right down to work and hopefully pound this baby out before the nighttime comes around.

All right, it's around 3 am, so I think I will finally take my leave and head to sleep. Bon soir, tout le monde.