helloooo again

Hey so i'm back blogging again. and yep it's cos i'm a little drunk. and well i have to say, today was pretty much the strangest/worst day i've had in Paris so far. Was supposed to go to a club. Met some friends and went. Got there, forgot to have brought ID, wasn't allowed in. Sneaked in through the side, over the barricade, helped in by a guy from one of my classes. Was found by the crazy, big, scary hulk of a bouncer and was pushed outside. Really! These fuckers can be sooo rude and don't give a crap about man-handling young, delicate ladies like myself. So i forgot my ID, but I had my ticket, which if you aren't a student at Sciences-Po you don't get to have and to be a student at Sciences-Po, you have to be university age and therefore clubbing age, no? French clubs and honestly, the French system/service sector/way of doing things can really suck sometimes. No, scratch that. All the time.

So in the end, after waiting outside for a good 45 minutes, freaking out (I actually teared up) cos my friends were inside and there was pretty much no way i could go home that late at night, I finally got in, because the stupid bouncers decided to let everyone in. So i went in, used the toilet (the real toilet btw y'all) and then got a call cos my roomate who was supposed to meet me in the club was outside but didnt have a ticket. Silly me, told her she could get in without a ticket when you actually can't. So i was like....fuck....she came all the way but no ticket. So i had to leave and come back home with her, and well, about 7 of us left to go home at the same time, cos most of the friends I came with were too pissed off to have fun anyway.

And before the clubbing, the rest of the day, I was supposed to have been working on an essay, but absolutely infuriatingly couldn't because my mind was otherwise occupied. "occupied" meaning it wouldn't have been thus occupied if it wasn't thus involved with a certain boy, whose lack of contact with me that day wouldn't have meant so much if we weren't involved in a certain way. Sigh. I get depressed/overly anxious/incredibly overly insecure verrry easily. I know it's cos he's busy because he has other commitments, i mean you can't expect an exchange student to not have anything to do, but when i'm not in his list of important things, even for a day, it gets to me, really bad. :( How to write an essay on "How far can globalization be a cause for 'permanent austerity' in welfare states?" like that???

And anyway guys, there are things that happened in between the previous post and today, such as : Luxembourg, Italy in detail, the developments of my little exchange fling, meeting my ex future travelling plans, etc. Which I hope, if I have time, and for the sake of having this blog to look back on, read and reminisce one day, I WILL fill in :)