Update

I'm not really sure what to cover, but I will go for a bit. Let's see. I don't know if I've mentioned it, but we confronted the teachers and demanded a reduction in homework, which we subsequently received. Now the workload is suddenly more than manageable, which is delighting me to no end.

After getting the paper in on Sunday night, I was relieved to find I was probably in the best situation of most anyone. Despite the fact that I had nearly driven myself insane Sunday morning, I was done by around 7 Sunday night, about when everyone else was finally just really getting down to it. I did the reading and was in bed by two, whereas a lot of people either stayed up ridiculously late or pulled an all-nighter, and most of them didn't even hand in completed papers, or, if that, papers of the requested length. And I really don't know why I was so freaked out, as no one else was surely worrying about all the grammar shit they taught us when they were writing at 4 am. I guess I'm just a student dedicated to fulfilling expectations. Perhaps dangerously so...

Anyway, the subsequent days have had this beautiful, liberated feeling to them, and I'm coasting easily, at least until now. Last night, to celebrate the reduction in readings and the finishing of the paper, a couple guys--Nick and Lucas--and I went out for drinks at a bar. In Paris, most everything is closed on Sundays and Mondays and, while most of the bars (though not all by far) are still open, people just don't really seem to be in a partying mood here on Mondays. (Funny, since it's such an obstacle for Americans to surmount.) Basically, we had the place to ourselves, and it was pretty nice. We just sat and told ridiculous stories of our acquaintances and whatnot. I also tried something called a Black Russian, which was kaluah and vodka. It was quite good, for a strong drink, though I already had a beer in me, so that probably helped it go down smoother.

We headed back around midnight, since the metro closes at 1 and we didn't want to miss it (though we had plenty of time). On the ride back, I became typically drunk-hungry and when we got back, I was forced to take a repast at MacDo, where I got a cheeseburger (un cheeseburger) and small fries (un petit frites). It bears noting that the cheese on my cheeseburger constituted almost half its cost, but really, after I tasted it, I was sure that it had been essential.

Nevertheless, when I got back to the dorm, I decided I was still hungry (it's one of those tiny McDonald's cheeseburgers, after all), so I made some pasta, which I then proceeded to douse with a dangerous amount of garlic powder (in addition to salt, pepper and butter). Lord, if I had not been drunk, it would have been terrible. But I ate it, and I woke up the next morning with the taste of garlic still in my mouth. Abominable. I had to buy a pain-au-chocolate to vanquish it. Even the thorough toothbrushing I administered was not strong enough.

(It also bears noting that the previous evening I went to a little hole-in-the-wall and saw the French cut of Death Proof, which is the equivalent of the recently-released extended cut. I have to say (and I am shocked), while I could tell it was longer, it didn't feel 22 minutes or whatever longer, and surprisingly, the scene extensions largely didn't annoy me. That's really an issue for the other blog, though, so I'll probably try to take it up there...)

Anyway, today was also fairly lax, though our teacher's habit of running class over is spinning dangerously out of control. We ran from 25 to 30 minutes over today. I hate to think we'd have to have another talk with him, though... Oh well, I guess there are only two more days left anyway...

Tonight I stayed in, did the reading, and did this. I'm hoping to call it a day earlier, since the drinking last night (which forced a late bedding time) kind of tired me out. There's more to say, but it references the future, so I will save it for a time when it is more topical.

Also, spread the blog around to other people I know, since I'm too stupid to figure out who would be interested. And if there are things you want to see (pictures of my room, a tour of my neighborhood, less shitty videos, whatever) just leave a comment telling me and I will try to fulfill any and all reasonable requests. And if not that, just leave a comment to let me know I'm not writing into the wind.