This morning I had a midterm for written contemporary. I left half an hour early.
Last night I sent some emails out to clear up next semester registration. I contemplated double majoring, but then I'd have too many classes left and I wouldn't graduate in time.
I thought about college, I took advantage of it as best I could, traveling to Shanghai and French, coming out with refined chinese, and being able to speak French.. I studied psychology, cinema, my two areas of interest, as well as literature, sociology, philosophy, creative writing, music. My only regret is that I wish I applied myself more, though upon re evaluation, I did the best I could given my situations, and also because I learn because I'm interested, not because I care about grades. I've never really cared about grades.
I'm reading a wonderful book. Actually, Tuesday our atelier was cancelled because the french students are on break because of the strikes. I borrowed a book on Freud, and "Stumbling on Happiness" from Cyndi. I also succeeded in borrowing Luis Bunuel's that obscure object of desire, because for days I couldn't find a librarian to check it out from so instead of having to find it in the book shelf every time, I just took the empty dvd case and carried it around with me.
that night I went to the Yeasayer show at the bataclan. Annabel met me and we had a drink next door, then carla came, and we went inside and made it all the way up to the front and danced danced danced. Iris, Nassim, Andy, Will, Priya, Carson, were all there. Some random drunk girl climbed on stage and started dancing, and the lead singer tried to shake her off of him and said I don't know you!
Then we took the train to Katie's apartment, right downstairs was a bar named bottle shop. Annabel and I wanted to go to Popin so we went back to where we came. Popin was much less crowded than on the weekends. We went down into the dance room and danced like crazy, it was pretty much empty except for a group of butch ladies that started dancing with us. Then I met a guy who is in a band that annabel had on her itunes, and he asked me whether I wanted to be recorded because he's a record producer. This other guy came up to me and started talking to me, and I recognized him from the Ryan McGinley exhibit and we talked for a while, he invited me to some party on thursday but I forgot where it was or what it was. Then these other two guys started talking to us saying that their girlfriends were in the NYU program too, 2 semesters ago, and then we went outside and started talking to their friends, and one of the guys came out and was unbuttoning his pants. Then he flashed his penis. So I grabbed Annabel and said we're leaving. She didn't see, but I did, and it was disgusting. We took a cab home and I vidchatted with Nick for a bit. We also checked out a few other bars on the block which were cute as well, reminded us of Lit lounge in NYC. We got home around 2 or so, I'd say.
All day class yesterday, with a visit to the Musee de L'Orangerie, an impressionist museum in a beautiful garden. Pictures to come. Then we discussed The Discrete Charm of the Bourgeousie in film class. Then I had to go home to finish up some more work and I took a nap, then woke up around 2, and then fell asleep again at 4 and had to wake up at 7:30 and run over to school for my midterm.
Things I have to do:
Send Andy Hilford an email about grad school
in 2 months, send another email to the personality professor
apply for research position I got in my mailbox this morning (refine & edit resume)
write the stupid paper for Text and Image
edit journal entries for written contemporary
study for text and image midterm
study for film midterm
prepare my document for my advanced convo presentation
UGH.
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