Ever since I left the Nanoreno project on pause I've been organizing other things I want to work on which is mostly a variety of comics in very different stages of production. I lose motivation, inspiration, and most of the time I can work through it but recently I've started thinking literally everything I do is bad and there's no point to work on any of it. However! I have to also remind myself what I really think of that. I don't care if I suck or if my work is bad, I need to get it done anyway. If I don't it's going to burn holes through my brain from the inside.
On Tuesday I revamped my Dreamwidth journal because it was looking a little plain. I kind of made my account on a whim but I think I'm going to use it for media logging. If I watched something or listened to something, stuff like that.
On Wednesday, good news arrived in the most unexpected way! I was on my way to Mission Locale when I decided to check my postbox. Aha, a letter from the Prefecture had arrived! It said I can come and get my titre de sejour (residence permit) on the 4th, just before my birthday. This is great news because once I have it the bank can't keep breaking my balls over insufficient ID (that's right, they will have to get creative and find other grounds on which to refuse me). The Mission Local was closed for some reason so two birds with one stone killed were not.
Me and my sister re-watched the Sisterhood of Traveling Pants movies this week also. Well, she can't remember watching them the first time so it was like watching something new for her. It's crazy, we watched it not so long ago, in 2022 but she was 11 then so I guess she can't remember it.
On Thursday nothing of note happened. I was listening to Listen To Sassy some more while drawing and stuff. I got excited about my new planner that I will start using in August. I'm a little too excited for it, it's not even Summer.
Friday was Carnival day, an annual event in our town (probably some other towns too) where we have a parade, some performances, and burning a kind of huge paper statue. It likely started as a Spring welcoming type of celebration, people love burning some shit when Spring arrives. Our plan was to meet up at Tom's at about seven in the evening and then go to see the parade. Apparently Tom is too cool for the parade so he said he might not go. I personally love the parade.
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| My look to the carnival. |
Anyway, I took Marta and her two friends over to his house, my brother and mum went earlier. There we met Benedicte and Lola, Tom's friends who are going out. Noemi and her brother Artur were there too. We played a questions game which came with cards and they were LGBT themed. It was fun but a lot of the questions were pretty spicy and I tried to keep it PG but Tom did not and neither did Artur, who is like, 13. France, am I right? I'm no puritan or anything but I feel like some things may scare kids who are young and don't know much about sex. Like maybe these things should be discussed in a more informative/educational way with them, and by teachers or parents. But also there's no point to stigmatize everything so that it all seems super scary. Luckily Marta's friends don't speak too much English so their poor ears were spared.
The girls still wanted to go see the parade so we convinced everyone to go. We stood around for a while and I'm not gonna lie, this year was a let down. The floats were not that cool, the acts were kind of average. The problem is that 2 years ago was literally a Hollywood production and no other carnival will live up. Poor parade guys, they must live in their own shadow.
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| Local beauty queen. |
Anyway, we also saw a cool performance in the park. It's a troupe that has these rigged paper-costume things that they move with sticks and they are all lit up with warm yellow lights. It looks great and magical.
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| Magic deer. |
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| A bride? |
We didn't stay long and walked back to Tom's house. Lost my mum a couple of times because she was drunk and my god, she is an annoying drunk. We found her eventually. I wanted to go sleep at 11 PM and Tom said I am boring and old and why am I leaving already? I am totally old and boring but I went home and was happy about it. Mo bought a huge bag of churros that were fresh, they were so good. We also had whipped cream, strawberries, and other snacks. It was a good time. The girls were having a sleepover so they watched Alien: Romulus. Marta's friends are on their phones a lot even during movies and sleepovers and she used to be like that too but this time I heard her snapping at them to put them away. So proud.
Anyway, on Saturday I was actually supposed to go do a thing with Monique but I totally overslept and didn't hear her knocking on our door. The useless passed out children didn't let her in either. We woke up pretty late and I got the girls up because they wanted to go to the thrift store. We dropped by and they found some cute things, mostly accessories.
Afterwards I was up to my own stuff until it was time to meet Tom, Benedicte, and Lola because it was time for the fated sleepover. They were super late to the bumper cars but eventually they showed up and we went for two rounds. I totally busted up my knee because I am not child-sized and when we got knocked, the steering wheel just got blasted against my leg.
Marta and her friends went home and me and Mo went to Tom's. Mo immediately said he would not be staying over and when Tom asked why he didn't even come up with an excuse and just said he wants to go home and play video games. I wish I was capable of such radical honesty sometimes.
We played some more of the question game and since there weren't any kids we could just say whatever we want! Well, my confessions were still very boring because I literally have never done anything adventurous. My adventurous side is in becoming emotionally attached to someone but only after 5 or 6 years and no sooner and then not doing anything about it. Anyway, we made snacks and talked about nearly everything. As usual my brother does not know when it's not politics o'clock and busted out the leftist scholar dialectic. I agree with him 100% but being a leftist is such a downer and you need to be with some specific people to talk shop. Also Tom thought Iran was in South America, so.
Benedicte and Lola are both very nice and interesting, I asked them about what they were up to now and they told me fun stories from their teen years and stuff. It was good, but I was so tired and we were drinking Jaegermeister with a shitty cherry juice the entire night. Alcohol makes me sleepy. Anyway I wasn't even the first one to go to bed, me and Tom were last. I fell asleep and I thought I would sleep in but at the crack of dawn, like at six I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep. I wrote a small note on some tissue and left as quiet as a mouse.
Sunday was recovery day. Not from a hangover, I think I was hungover maybe once in my life. No, from socializing too much. I'm half kidding because it was a nice time but it was two days in a row of a lot of people which is a bit overkill for me. On Sunday my period also started so I was pretty immobile. Mostly spent time scanning notebooks. In the evening we finished the second season of Severance. I need to gather my thoughts.
Anyway, I have been listening to the O.C. soundtrack still. One of my faves is a cover of a Spoon song: I Turn My Camera On by Rock Kills Kid. When it was my turn to put something on the playlist during the sleepover that's the first thing I thought of so I guess that makes it my song of the week.
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