One night in Paris.

I was out last night with some friends and as I live in Paris there are many cool clubs with many cool bands and many cool people. We went to Elysée Montmartre and saw I am un chien. They were cool and the leadsinger has like the awesomest hair EVER.

After Elysée Montmartre we (and by "we" I mean them there friends of mine...) decided not to stick around to see Krazy Baldhead and the other artist performing yesterday night. So we (once again, "we" is not me included...) went to our regular spot in Paris where mostly young, beautiful indiekids hang. Usually I find our regular dancespot kind of predictable and more of a meatmarket than a place to dance but yesterday was different. Yesterday was fun and unpredictable. Really nice actually. I met some of my friend's friends.
An overall good night out I would say.

Oh yeah, there was one bad thing about yesterday; first I took the wrong bus home, so I had to jump out of that one and run back to the busstop and wait for 20 minutes for my bus to come. And when my bus came, that fucking wanker for a busdriver passed me by. PASSED ME BY!
I don't think I have ever cursed that much before and called someone wanker that many times before either. But it was great fun!
I WALKED home because I was so pissed at the busdriver. But my London-friend called me and so I had someone to complain to. So that made my anger go back a little. And I had a companion who walked me home over the phone at 5.30 in the morning. He is kind of my knight in shining armour at the moment.

Well anyways, an overall good night out in Paris.

OH NO!, My haricots verts are boiling over. CRAP!!!

Oh no she didn't!

So these three days have gone like crazy fast. Sleep, eat, school and other interesting stuff.
My friend, with whom I live, has gone to work in Greece now for the weekend and left me here alone. I wonder how that will work... I think I am going to abuse chocolate, do crazily many crunches and generally act like a crackwhore. Like any other weekend alone I suppose...

But anyhow, I got back from school today and found that my friend was gone...with the toothpaste. She took the fucking TOOTHPASTE! That is NOT okay!
I'm gonna have a seizure.
Now I have to go out and BUY some new toothpaste. I have said it before, and I will say it again; not okay. NOT OKAY !

But you know what they say...

Ugly italians - stop harrassing me!

Maybe it's just me or is everything just awesomely bad? I just feel like the world wants to kill me or give me acne or something. I do not find this funny at all.

Today I walked out from school and this guy, who has flirted with me before started to follow me and then started to talk to me. "I am from Italy, we have beautiful people there". and I was like....okay...thank you for showing me that ugly people can come from a place where only beautiful people live. And he just wouldn't give up. He kept following me and asking me all these questions like if I had facebook and all this shit. And I was thinking leave me the fuck alone awful, ugly man, but diplomatic as I am (hrm hrm..) I didn't say anything insulting or mean. I feel very proud of myself. I was able to restrain myself from saying hurtful things. I must be going soft.

Oh, this friday I have no school, which is AWESOME! So have fun you suckers who aren't free this friday. I think I am going sunbathing or something else cool people do.

So, see you when I see you.

Hey sway - liverpaté!