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The clouds are really, really low this afternoon. It's kind of oppressive.
I'm supposed to play squash tonight with Xavier and his boss. In spite of the fact that I'm a good tennis player, I don't think that'll be much help. I've never played squash. I don't even know what the rules are, and I have the feeling that I'm going to make a complete ass of myself. The usual, really, but...eh, I don't know. I tend to pick up sports pretty easily, so hopefully it won't be all that bad. And I think tomorrow the three of us (and his boss' boyfriend/husband) are supposed to do a rollerblading marathon (again), only this time it'll be entirely within the city limits of Paris. Not really looking forward to that, but there will be free food afterwards. Being the broke college student that I am, I'd be crazy not to take advantage of that situation.
Saturday Xavier and I are going to his parents' place in Chartres so that I can see them avant de partir. That's going to be sad, not gonna lie. They've been incredibly kind and generous ever since I got here, so I need to make sure I bring them something nice. Like flowers. Yes, some gorgeous flowers.
Yesterday afternoon I spent some time with Charles, which was nice. We browsed the CDs at the Fnac by Saint-Lazare, then went to see a movie, Au Suivant. It had its moments, but it wasn't anything special. Came home at around 630, then Xav's sister showed up at 9 to make dinner with us. We watched a couple of episodes of Nip/Tuck and then went to bed.
She sort of...how can I put this?...made a mess of the apartment. Which is kind of hilarious since she kept going on about how much of a neat-freak she's become ever since she redid her place. You'd never know it based on how she managed to trash our living room a mere 24 hours after I did some major cleaning. And it's stupid, but that really bothered me. Feeling like I spent all of those hours for absolutely nothing, and knowing that this afternoon I'll have to do the same damn thing. Oh, and she used all of the body and face wash while taking a shower last night. Looks like I'll have to spend even more money that I don't really have in order to fix that little problem. At least I don't think she stole anything this time. Xav said that next time she's here he's going to hide stuff so that she can't destroy/deplete whatever stock we might have at the time. Don't get me wrong, I like the girl, but I'm not a fan of cleaning up after her every single time she's over. Nail clippings left on the coffee table (the garbage can is RIGHT there), ashes on the futon, tea-she-asked-me-to-make-for-her-that-she-didn't-drink-for-the-4th-time-in-a-row sitting on the counter...it's always the same things. And I think that's what gets me. Just saying that next time, before reading Spinoza in bed, she might want to pick up after herself.
So, um...I think I'm going to do a little reading before I go to the grocery store and get stuff for lunch and dinner. And body wash.
Ugh. Oh, and I found out that I'm not going to get paid for the translations I did until AFTER I leave. That's really convenient, isn't it? It'd have been nice to have a little bit of cash on hand for my last week here, but it looks like that plan's gone completely out the window. Xavier said he'd give me the money out of his check that he just got, which is a nice gesture, but it's just a little frustrating, you know? But since he needs that money, I can't possibly accept his offer, even if that means I starve and do absolutely nothing social/fun for the rest of my time here. A week isn't that long, but given that it's my last one here, I'd have liked to spend the time enjoying myself instead of sitting on the couch all afternoon waiting for Xavier to get home from work.
I can't wait to have a job again. A job that gives me a check every two weeks without fail.
I've got a bad feeling...trust me on this one.
I'm supposed to play squash tonight with Xavier and his boss. In spite of the fact that I'm a good tennis player, I don't think that'll be much help. I've never played squash. I don't even know what the rules are, and I have the feeling that I'm going to make a complete ass of myself. The usual, really, but...eh, I don't know. I tend to pick up sports pretty easily, so hopefully it won't be all that bad. And I think tomorrow the three of us (and his boss' boyfriend/husband) are supposed to do a rollerblading marathon (again), only this time it'll be entirely within the city limits of Paris. Not really looking forward to that, but there will be free food afterwards. Being the broke college student that I am, I'd be crazy not to take advantage of that situation.
Saturday Xavier and I are going to his parents' place in Chartres so that I can see them avant de partir. That's going to be sad, not gonna lie. They've been incredibly kind and generous ever since I got here, so I need to make sure I bring them something nice. Like flowers. Yes, some gorgeous flowers.
Yesterday afternoon I spent some time with Charles, which was nice. We browsed the CDs at the Fnac by Saint-Lazare, then went to see a movie, Au Suivant. It had its moments, but it wasn't anything special. Came home at around 630, then Xav's sister showed up at 9 to make dinner with us. We watched a couple of episodes of Nip/Tuck and then went to bed.
She sort of...how can I put this?...made a mess of the apartment. Which is kind of hilarious since she kept going on about how much of a neat-freak she's become ever since she redid her place. You'd never know it based on how she managed to trash our living room a mere 24 hours after I did some major cleaning. And it's stupid, but that really bothered me. Feeling like I spent all of those hours for absolutely nothing, and knowing that this afternoon I'll have to do the same damn thing. Oh, and she used all of the body and face wash while taking a shower last night. Looks like I'll have to spend even more money that I don't really have in order to fix that little problem. At least I don't think she stole anything this time. Xav said that next time she's here he's going to hide stuff so that she can't destroy/deplete whatever stock we might have at the time. Don't get me wrong, I like the girl, but I'm not a fan of cleaning up after her every single time she's over. Nail clippings left on the coffee table (the garbage can is RIGHT there), ashes on the futon, tea-she-asked-me-to-make-for-her-that-she-didn't-drink-for-the-4th-time-in-a-row sitting on the counter...it's always the same things. And I think that's what gets me. Just saying that next time, before reading Spinoza in bed, she might want to pick up after herself.
So, um...I think I'm going to do a little reading before I go to the grocery store and get stuff for lunch and dinner. And body wash.
Ugh. Oh, and I found out that I'm not going to get paid for the translations I did until AFTER I leave. That's really convenient, isn't it? It'd have been nice to have a little bit of cash on hand for my last week here, but it looks like that plan's gone completely out the window. Xavier said he'd give me the money out of his check that he just got, which is a nice gesture, but it's just a little frustrating, you know? But since he needs that money, I can't possibly accept his offer, even if that means I starve and do absolutely nothing social/fun for the rest of my time here. A week isn't that long, but given that it's my last one here, I'd have liked to spend the time enjoying myself instead of sitting on the couch all afternoon waiting for Xavier to get home from work.
I can't wait to have a job again. A job that gives me a check every two weeks without fail.
I've got a bad feeling...trust me on this one.