hectic

I was supposed to meet Aurelle at 8am for breakfast. At 7:50 I texted her that I would in fact not be going, as my tiredness was overriding my hunger. I slept until 8:50, packed up as fast as I could (upon leaving the room I realized I left behind ALL of my toiletries) and went downstairs- I took a cab to my new apartment, where I ran into the landlord. She was heading out to New York. Looked kinda bitchy.

My roomies came and met me just in time. I was struggling with the door and couldn't get in. We struggled for half an hour- apparently the landlord had gotten the lock replaced which costed her 1000 euros the day before, so we had new keys. I called downstairs, but the land lord refused to come up, saying that the keys were tried and they worked for sure. She left in a hurry. My roomies came upstairs and none of our keys worked. We realized that our landlord had not left us her phone number, not even on the document or our lease. Our neighbor came out again, and helped us, tried calling the locksmith, and explained that we were paying wayyyy too much for the apartment, and especially for such an inconvenience. She told us not to pay rent until this was figured out- she said that our landlord was completely mad and a horrible person, that she was really dirty.

Finally I somehow maneuvered the key so that we got in the apartment, but as Liz was trying out her key, it got stuck in the door so our door wouldn't close. We at least were in the apt though.

me in my room

We found bugs everywhere and dirt everywhere. In my room there were a pair of panty hose and dirty tissues everywhere. Trash was still in our trash cans. I got mad and threw the panty hose off the balcony. It was just chilling on the ground in front of our door 5 floors down. Some old man walked over it.

I passed out at 11am after we struggled with getting the internet in order for several hours. I had a crazy half paralysis dream again, about wolford stockings and being choked by them. I think I was probably suffering from the guilt of chucking stockings onto the beautiful streets of Paris.

My roommates told me that they had bought cleaning supplies and started cleaning, and there was SHIT ON THE TOILET. They had a fit and called NYU and now NYU is sending a cleaning crew tomorrow to clean, free of charge. The locksmith was supposed to come at 4pm, so I waited with Aurelle and did some yoga (my back has been KILLING me bc of no yoga, too much walking, heavy luggage, and heavy purse) but he did not show up until 7pm. Having not eaten all day, I walked around the neighborhood by myself and picked up a sandwich, some apples, and some caramels, and a "coca light". Went back and enjoyed it on my balcony while waiting for the locksmith. When he finally came he claimed that we had used the old key, blah blah- not true.

I finished story of an eye, took a shower, and Aurelle, Liz and I are now at a cafe having dinner and drinks and using the internet. May go meet up with Priya and them later, but they're in the 3rd arrondissement right now. A few boys who live in a sick sick apartment in the 9th arrondissement (practically a 15 min walk from us) are throwing a party so I want to stay around here- they have a 2 story apartment of a French artist with a full sized spider man sculpture upstairs.

me and Aurelle right now at a cafe. She's from Palo Alto and just added me on facebook- we have mutuals- some friends from elementary school when I used to live in Palo Alto. Small small world.

Tomorrow Hana is coming to pick me up at 9:30am and we're going to the luxembourg gardens and getting crepes. Voila!