Monday was a day off because class was cancelled, likely due to a holiday but I'm not keeping track at all anymore. I took the time to finally pack away all my warm clothes and to organize all my documents, they were in just a huge stack which is awful. French services are... shall we say, retro, so everything is still handled with physical letters and papers. If you lose something you could be seriously fucked! Well, I think you can replace most docs but with the speed of the French bureaucracy you could be looking at incredible wait times, so better just keep it all safe. So my stuff is finally where it should be.
I did discover something about myself though. I recently got this Rip Curl bag that has shorter straps, so it can only be worn over the shoulder, under the armpit type of way. Like a handbag. Usually I only use bags that are messenger-style, handbags are for parties maximum, I don't take them with me daily. But this bag! This bag fucking rocks! I was sat with my mum and we talked about it and I said, 'Wow, I think I'm finally a woman, I've reached womanhood.' I'm joking, but for real I used to rag on my mum a lot for having this kind of more open bag that seems unsafe to carry important stuff in but I get it now. It's so damn comfortable. I take back all the lady bag slander I ever said, I was wrong. I have matured.
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| A beauty. |
On Tuesday I went to class and everything was horrible. First of all, as I was walking to class, a man spoke to me. Horror! I'm joking, he was a seemingly nice guy and he first approached me because we have the same kind of discount card for the train so I assumed this would be some immigrant-to-immigrant help exchange. Nope, he asked for my number and I gave him my old number that doesn't work but he called it right away (which is so yuck) and obviously the call did not go through...
Girls, please tell me why do I feel like it's rude to just say no to a guy? I have maybe once before and he was super insistent at first and then very offended. For some reason I was the one feeling guilty at the end. My own dumbass always tells others to just say no and not to worry about it, no one is entitled to your time like that. But when it comes to reality... I'm like super scared of a bad reaction. It's dumb. He wasn't rude or anything but he was kinda pushy. Anyway, he gave me his number, I called it so he got my number. But it got worse! I told him I'm leaving for class, we part ways, when I suddenly get a call from an unfamiliar number, it's some guy that says he is the friend of the dude from earlier and he asks if I want to go get drinks. Woah! First of, way too soon. It's like 11 AM and I don't know you, guy! Second, I said I'd be going to class. Third, why am I such a moron!
Anyway, he's texted and called me a few times but I've just ignored him. I just don't like it but I'm scared to say I don't like it because guys can be such assholes, I'd rather not deal with them at all. Why can't they just be like in wholesome shoujo manga? I'm not dating now but even if I was I am strictly sticking to girls or enbies. Sorry guys, not in this climate. Most of them would probably call me fat and ugly anyway so no loss there.
But guess what. It gets worse. I was just taking a walk to a new area I haven't been to yet when I saw that in someone's garden a turtle was flipped over, laying on it's back. I remember that it's dangerous for them to be like that for too long so I searched it up and turns out yes, it is! My ass was getting ready to Rescue Rangers the shit out of that turtle. I rang the doorbell of the house like 50 times but no one came out even though their garage door was open. The garden is walled off pretty well by this metal fence that you can't climb, so I got a stick and I tried to reach in but it wasn't long enough. I got a longer stick and I reached the turtle but it kept hissing at me and wiggling in the wrong direction. I scratched the shit out of hands and knees in the process. Eventually I couldn't reach it anymore and I couldn't really break into the garden even if I wanted to, the drop was pretty high. I'll be going back later to see how the turtle is.
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| Passing out. |
Wednesday was terrible. It started terrible. I couldn't find one of my cats, Simona. Ever since we had the stairs installed the cats have been hanging out on the third floor a lot. It was fine, until today because she wouldn't appear no matter how much we called her. I was freaking out. I have no chill when it comes to the cats, they are literally my children. Well, they'd be even more important if I had children, but I don't so that's good. I got scared that she got into the insulation in the roof and got stuck or worse. So we started taking it down and this stuff is awful, it's filled with micro glass which really hurts and irritates your skin and throat. It was also old as hell, at least like 20 years old or something. Anyway, we got about 1/3rd of the roof done when I see that little shit on the roof next door, outside the window, screaming to be let in.
Obviously I grab her, she is dirty as hell and is also panting because she's thirsty. I don't know how long she's been out there but it could have been all night. We obviously fed and watered her then gave her a bath. She hated it but too bad. So now the third floor is off-limits for them until we fix the roof completely.
On Thursday it gets worse. I went to see the turtle but it wasn't there so I think they probably took it to the vet. I'll check again next week. Even before getting on the train, I spilled my drink all over my stuff. I don't know why I'm stupid (really, I'd love to know why) but I filled a plastic water bottle with carbonated water. When I twisted it open, it fucking shot the cap like a damn bullet. Even funnier, the cap is a mold of Miffy, but just the head. So it looked like an incredibly brutal beheading of a poor cartoon character. But it wasn't just carbonated water, it had syrup in it. So now everything was sticky...
I saw down in the park to dry everything out. I did some planning in my planner, etc. Suddenly my right hand started to feel really numb. It was swollen and shaking. What the fuck?! It's likely an allergic reaction because I tend to get those once in a while and it's always because of some fuck-ass plant. Nobody ever better tell me to touch grass again, this is what happens. The only upside of the day was messaging with friends.
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| At least the view was good. |
Can you guess how it got on Friday? That's right, EVEN WORSE! I got sick. My sister has been sick all week, she had a fever and temps as high as 38 but somehow I thought I was one of those damn immune people in a zombie movie and I'm invincible to sickness. Nope. I got really sick on Friday, my throat hurt like a bitch and the day was hot as fuck so there was literally no reprieve from anything. We did re-watch Whip It which was awesome, I fucking love that movie. I know Elliott Page is the star, but I love Alia Shawkat, she's so cute.
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| The only acceptable coke! |
Saturday was fine. I did a lot of work on the CDwORLD zine though it looks like it will be done way late. I'm just embracing that already. Too late to be sad about that (plus it's my own doing). Since I was sort of bed-ridden I mostly checked in the with the news, got really invested in the New York mayoral elections even though I have literally nothing to do with New York. It's probably because Zohran Mamdani is such an incredible candidate, I would love to have a mayor like that. I hope he wins.
Also been keeping up with the horrors in LA. I cannot believe how little protections there are for immigrants in the U.S. Well, I guess I can believe it but it's just insanity. I'm documented now, but I wasn't for nearly two years. Seriously, I had a temporary status paper that even the bank didn't recognize. If France had U.S. style raids I'd be fucked. In fact my brother is still technically undocumented, as in he's doing the whole process now, completely legally, he is just currently without documents. That's just the process, it's not like, wham-bam, here's your ID. People who really do see immigrants like vermin or illegals or blah blah blah, who the fuck are you, man? For real, what do you know about anything? Especially when people come to the U.S. because the U.S. is a fucking global tyrant. No one is illegal, no one.
On Sunday we finally managed a call with uni besties, Su and V. It was fun, we caught up and then 'listened' to Love Is Blind. All those people sound insufferable!! I guess that's why they're on reality TV. I also watched 2LDK, it's a short film but it's interesting and very strange. Then in the evening we watched the 2012 Totall Recall. This I watched in the cinema with my class once upon a time, I remember that the story was stupid but that the set/environment was so cool. And yeah it was! I especially love the apartment of the main character.
This week I've been listening to Marlon JD by the Manic Street Preachers non-stop. It's another Alice recommendation and it's amazing, check out her look into a Journal for Plague Lovers.
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