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It's in Paris' nature to be gross all day and then become beautiful around 7PM when you're fucked because you've got work/class the next day, isn't it? Motherfucker. It's gorgeous out right now, but I've got assignments to do. Cristina is holed up in her room like me, probably annoyed that I blew her off for like the 500th time, which she has a right to be. She's a nice girl, but she's one of these people that I can't tolerate for more than around 10 minutes. She's also really boring. I'm such a bitch sometimes, but whatever, at least I admit it. I don't think I'm any better or more interesting than anyone else, but I know damn well who I find entertaining and who I don't. Either way I invited her to stop by for dinner because I do kind of feel bad. Sort of.
Nick was supposed to stop by for that assignment, but he's not now. He made something up about class running over time (over 3 hours. when the universities are on strike. okay), but he's a flake and he knows it, so whatever, we still love him. Also I don't know if "bumfuck Paris" exists, but my dorm is in bumfuck Paris. I don't blame people for not wanting to drag their asses all the way to the end of the 4 line, just to visit. Fuck, sometimes I don't even want to walk all the way back here from the grocery store and I live here.
Speaking of groceries I did that shit up hardcore today. Strawberries, green beans, mushrooms of the none magical variety (my tears), apples, chicken, milk, sugar, chips, ice cream, toilet paper and face wash. Okay so the last two items aren't relevant, but so be it. There's something mildly satisfying about having a decently full refrigerator (aside from the fact that it means I can, you know, eat). Maybe it reminds me of home where the fridge is always stuffed. Maybe it's some minor way of saying "look i'm not entirely juvenile. I bought my own groceries and they don't consist solely of Dunkaroos."
Cigarette count: 5
Nick was supposed to stop by for that assignment, but he's not now. He made something up about class running over time (over 3 hours. when the universities are on strike. okay), but he's a flake and he knows it, so whatever, we still love him. Also I don't know if "bumfuck Paris" exists, but my dorm is in bumfuck Paris. I don't blame people for not wanting to drag their asses all the way to the end of the 4 line, just to visit. Fuck, sometimes I don't even want to walk all the way back here from the grocery store and I live here.
Speaking of groceries I did that shit up hardcore today. Strawberries, green beans, mushrooms of the none magical variety (my tears), apples, chicken, milk, sugar, chips, ice cream, toilet paper and face wash. Okay so the last two items aren't relevant, but so be it. There's something mildly satisfying about having a decently full refrigerator (aside from the fact that it means I can, you know, eat). Maybe it reminds me of home where the fridge is always stuffed. Maybe it's some minor way of saying "look i'm not entirely juvenile. I bought my own groceries and they don't consist solely of Dunkaroos."
Cigarette count: 5
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