Welcome to my pathetic life. This was a great day.
Starts with the night before how I pull out one side of my neck for some reason and it’s super painful for all of today. The wifi is also not working at the apartment so I have to resort to using it at the school. We’ll see how that goes. I also attempted to make myself wake up an hour early to do some reading in the morning. Before I pass out I set my alarm for the regular time I wake up. Knowledge is power, that’s the spirit!
Breakfast is fine. Take the usual new route that I’ve figured out to school except this is the first time I’ve done it at rush hour. Kill me. Rue de Vaugirard is packed and it takes forever to get through. So I show up basically on time for class. The teacher is usually late so that’s good. But I’m finding that I don’t like showing up sweaty to class. That is no way to attract a French boyfriend.
I meet up with a girl I’m doing an oral presentation with after class which means no biking down the street to get new-found cheap lunch at the student cafeteria. We both head over to the library to email our teacher about our presentations to find that the regular internet isn’t working. After being on the struggle bus for a while we finally just use another random network. After an hour it just randomly shuts down. Thanks Sciences Po.
I bike over to the cafeteria, funny story, it’s 2pm and they’ve stopped serving lunch. Dave is going to class so mooching off of his free internet isn’t an option, but I keenly remember that Place des Vosges has free internet. I head to the Marais, pick up a falafel, and then head over. Takes me ages to find the proper internet connection and I guess I’ve just never connected to the internet outside before, but even though it was overcast in Paris today the sun just makes looking at a laptop screen impossible. It would be more properly used as a hand mirror.
Time is up and I have to head back to Sciences Po for my 5pm class. I do the reading right before-hand in the classroom next door, but it doesn’t say much. Class is interesting -Global Public Goods-, but I play hearts throughout. I think I’m just on this high of never having a laptop before in class and this is how I express myself.
Two more boys in my class add on to my oral presentation group. One of them I have hung out with before, and god damn it, he has played charades in my dorm room. And he has no idea who I am.
Get a text from Nathan. Pasta Party at Alesia. Bike over to the 14th. The pesto is delicious and who cannot love the company. I think I need to stop carbo-loading. Biking 4+ km a day is not doing anything to the baguettes I’ve collected over the past month.
They head off to booze it up, but I make my way over to Montparnasse to see 500 Days of Summer (500 Jours Ensemble) with some other friends. It’s good, but I chronically ruin movies for myself via imdb and Wikipedia. If you like depressing (yet hopeful!) ‘romcoms’ spend a couple of euros and treat yourself.
I start home only to find that I have a flat tire. That has probably been getting worse and worse all day and I just haven’t realized it. It gets to a point where it makes the back part of my bike bounce a little and it makes a weird noise and my bell rings unintentionally at a cyclical rhythm. The noises become curiouser and curiouser so I get off. Yep. That’s a flat tire. I walk the last ten minutes home. Course the sketchy druggies are hanging outside as usual. It’s a nice neighborhood I swear, for some reason across the street from my apartment is their location of choice. I hurry inside to properly inspect the damage.
Grocery shopping and the bike store tomorrow. I need some granola bars.
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