caught in the rain

Today wasn't very interesting. Sorry to disappoint.

I couldn't sleep for the life of me last night so I ended up waking up at 7:53 despite going to bed past 11. I slowly got up, checked facebook, and then made a peanut butter and honey sandwich and a cup of coffee before heading to my desk. I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but I keep having headaches all the time. It's always when I need to concentrate. It must be a sign.

I read a convoluted article for my histories class about holding newly formed societies together with made up traditions. I struggled through, but I actually got some good stuff for my histories paper out of it. Next up was editing my French oral (i keep wanting to spell oral with an "e" like in French; damn being semi bilingual) presentation tomorrow and practicing it a few times. I kept getting distracted online instead of doing my work. I spent part of the morning listening to Pandora, and the other part trying to decide on something to do today once I figured out that my homework wouldn't take the entire day. I'm down to the things on my list that really don't excite me, so I don't really have the motivation to do anything. I still have to go to Versailles, but it's not a spur of the moment trip.

I turned to editing my histories synecdoche paper with the new material from the histories reading I did this morning. Next up was more internet time before reediting my histories monument analysis for the one millionth time. It's actually not bad. I guess it's as good as it's going to get; I'm turning it in tomorrow. Nic moved his office hours to 1-6 today instead of 10:30-3:30 as per usual, so I planned on heading over there at one. I couldn't decide if I should put on makeup or not put on makeup because I still wasn't sure if I was going to go out later. I decided on straightening my hair and putting on makeup. I messaged Leila to see if she wanted to do something. I instantly regretted it. She only wanted to go out at a certain time, and didn't want to do anything that required metro tickets because she didn't feel like buying any. Why do I bother with that girl? My day got even worse when I broke one of my favorite pairs of earrings and then couldn't decide on an outfit.

I finally got myself dressed, grabbed my notebook and pop reader so I could read while Nic edited my pop and histories papers, and went out the door. I had checked the weather report and it said that there was a 20% chance of rain. I took that as not going to rain and went downstairs. It was sprinkling when I got outside, but I didn't want to go all the way back upstairs to get my umbrella. I just hoped that it wouldn't get any worse. I immediately regretted my decision, as per usual, when the rain started to get heavier and heavier as I walked. My poor books were covered in rain.

I got to the study center to find it crammed with people. I heard talking the second I got to the stairs, and knew I was in for trouble. Two people were there to work on their own projects, and another girl from my pop class was there to get some help with her French homework from Nic. I got inside, printed off my papers, and turned around to see Nic head into Carole's office. I knew that was a bad sign; Carole likes to talk. They sat there and chatted about wine or something while another girl from my histories class came in to get her paper read. She was complaining about how much work she has to do and wondering when Nic would emerge. Finally someone told Nic that people were waiting for him; the response was that he'd come out in a minute.

I opened my pop reader and started reading. I had a headache again, and the noise from the other people chatting was distracting me. I let the girl from my histories class have her paper read first so that she could leave and stop with the drama. The girl from my pop class mentioned that she was going to see the drums perform tonight, and I was so jealous! I've been wanting to see them since forever but they never play in LA when i can go. I looked up tickets, and they were 27,50. Way too expensive. I put it out of my mind and kept reading about the emergence of hip hop in France.

I was in the study center for two hours having my papers read. Nic even took a break in between reading my papers to roll a cigarette and go downstairs for a break. I was tired of reading for evil pop, and just wanted to go home for lunch. My stomach was starting to growl. I finally finished my reading and waited for Nic to finish reading my pop paper. After he was done, I packed up and went downstairs. By this point it was pouring. I knew that I should have gotten my umbrella. I walked home and came upstairs. My wet clothes are still hanging in the hallway. I started googling ticket prices for the drums while I boiled my ramen for lunch. Their tickets are so expensive! I also didn't want to go all the way to La Villette in the rain. I'll see them another time.

I ate my ramen in bed while watching New Girl on marathon. I also ate a bunch of caramels and a snickers because I can. About sixish, I skyped with mom for an hour. She said that there's Mexican food in the box that she sent me! She even said that there might be a can of refried beans. I'm ready to make her a saint (spelled with an "e" at the end because I'm French now). After talking to her I watched some more New Girl and read some articles online because I just couldn't manage to get out of bed and take a shower. I finally managed to make some edits to my pop paper that Nic had suggested before taking my shower.

I'm going to make some popcorn for dinner while watching some more New Girl. Can't let a perfectly good Netflix subscription go to waste.