Written yesterday: Woke up, went to school, did my work. I spent last night studying, because I have no internet and felt like being productive instead. No internet has turned out to be very healthy for me. Disconnected, but healthy. I read L'Horla by Maupassant. Overthinking is a disaster for everyone- the book is about a bourgeoise man who over thinks and therefore creates a creature called the Horla which is a vampire that sits on his chest, chokes him, and sucks out his life from his lips.
Today I recited my passage flawlessly. I was happy about that, and I knew my tenses too. My studying paid off. I've been working on developing healthier habits, as I'm prone to being lazy. Olivier asked us to memorize another poem for this week. This is a poem by Rimbaud that I've already memorized before in highschool. Don't remember it, but it feels vaguely familiar. Olivier wrote on my essay which I wrote last week Friday in class (comedic story that starts in a cemetery and ends in a cemetery) that I did a very good job and that it was a concrete essay. That's the first time he's said that to me from what I can remember, and he didn't even read all of it because he didn't realize I had written on the back of the essay.
After school I went home with Aurelle, we got on the wrong train again so we got off and walked. We found a creperie where I got a Chevre chaud avec miel (goat cheese and honey) which sounds repulsive, but was actually delicious. Connie had been talking about chevre chaud avec miel in french class, so I decided to try it.
I didn't have time to shower after dinner as I got home around 7:30 and the Neon Indian show was starting at 7.. I quickly let down my hair and took the train over to the 19th arrondissement.
At the train station, a random skater guy walked up to me and started speaking in french, then noticed i was american and started speaking english to me. he seemed very excited that i went to nyu and wanted to keep in touch. he insisted on writing his name down for me to facebook him. i felt a bit unsafe at this point so i went down into the metro to wait for will. an older gentleman approached me and said i was very charming in french and asked if i wanted to go get drinks with him. i told him no i am waiting for my boyfriend. i was feeling really sketched out.
will came and we walked over to the venue, the crowd felt like an amped up brooklyn- kinda sketchy neighborhood, maybe bushwick. the venue was cute, cozy, and filled with hipsters. carla, her cousin, and arthur came and met us. we went into the back part of the venue (front part was a bar) and danced danced danced. it was so smokey and so incredibly hot- like a sauna. we were in the back at first but made our way into the front by the end.
The 19th was sketchy but at least I found this nice tunnel
afterwards, i don't know what got into me, but i wanted to talk to the band and i was going to. first i walked right up to the drummer and we talked for a while about his house in la, about new york. then i felt like talking to the front man and i went right up to him too and we talked for a while & I introduced all my friends. during this, a photographer jumped in quickly to say goodbye to the band and that the photos would be up tomorrow. she had blunt bangs, red lipstick, and was wearing a floral skirt.
we walked over the train station- i recognized the photographer and her entourage- one of them had the exit open and i jumped at the opportunity to go in the wrong way without realizing that it didn't matter to me because i had a monthly metro pass and wouldn't have to pay either way…
we waited for the train and again i was feeling very open so i went right over to them and started talking to them. the photographer was originally from boston but had been in paris for 2 years. her 2 friends were in a band, which she was managing. we got on the train with them and one of them made a paper airplane out of a newspaper and threw it at me. i threw it back and it hit his head. the other one then invited me and my friends to the bar they were going to. i said yes why not? the others seemed a little surprised, but when else were we going to be scooped up by random french people? might as well seize the opportunity when it presents itself, right? i noted to arthur that we get scooped up by random french people a lot. he replied that it's only happened when i'm there.
New french friends
we got off the train with them and transferred to the 5. then we went to a cute bar in the 11th arrondissement with them, where the girl had met the other two french people originally. grungy, maybe lower-east side-ish. the guys introduced me to the bartender whom they said was their friend, and he seemed a bit taken aback that i shook his hand. the girl showed me the magazine that she worked for- bon bon.. it was small like butt magazine, with the vibe of blackbook. i asked her how she got hooked up with her paris connections, she said she went out to all the right places, and that parisians are hard to get to know but after seeing them 2-3 times you become their friend forever. i told her about the time we were at agnes b's house and a magazine editor came and talked to me about the difference between french and american girls, and she agreed with me completely. she said that she actually knew the person who organized that afterparty at agnes b's house. more to this themed agnes b week- last week i go to agnes b's house, the next day i get an email from opening ceremony saying they're announcing the collab between them and agnes b, then i go get coffee with someone who models for them, then i meet someone who knows the person who coordinated the party. they went outside to smoke and me and my friends went to check upstairs. will wanted to make it to the metro before it closed, but right before we left the girl came up to say bye to us and she wrote down her website for me.
we went downstairs and saw the guys again. i told them i was leaving. they told me to come back to the bar (popin) on wednesday for a party, and also to go to their show at the marche rouge the week after. they said to google their band, called melody syndrome (don't know if i remember correctly). and that we would see them around.
i don't know what happened to me today or tonight, but i was feeling so happy and open. i think this means i'm happy again. only in paris, i guess. i guess it makes me feel alive.back to being the self that i want to be. i also spoke with the cab driver in french and my french is definitely improving- not only that but it's mostly my confidence in my french that's improving.
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