Six days later

Well, I'm just back from four days in Massilia, which is where the boyfriend lives, and it was a hell of a mess. And great fun. And I wasn't very good.
So. It's a mess because the boyfriend lives (but not for much longer) in a great big flat with Pedro, Nana, and Nath, and that place is always fun cause there's always zillions of people around.
Thing is, Nath's been gone for about three months, Pedro's off to Lyons, and the boyfriend and Nana are looking for a new flat/house to share with three other Beaux-Arts friends (i shall call them the Sex maniac-don't be put off by the moniker, he's great fun- Hairyboy, and Luna the loon-no, i don't like her) so the flat is insane, full of boxes and that kind of stuff.
Especially as Pedro's elder sister, Marion, is taking over the flat and is looking for two new roommates at the moment, plus the fact that a Hungarian dancer, Peter, Marion's exboyfriend, was also staying there before he leaves for Madrid on Thursday.
Yes, this is complicated.

Well anyway, when i first turned up, thank god Pedro was there because the Boyfriend wasn't. So I sat down with Pedro and Peter, smoked a joint, the usual, until the Boyfriend and more people turned up.
Cast characters included Lulu, Pedro's girlfriend, Andreas and Conrad, two German dudes, and Anton, a Belarussian dancer.(yeah, lots of dancers in this story-looovelyyy :D)
A real Auberge Espagnole.
Which happens to be an atmosphere I love. It was great speaking English again for once, with Peter, cause his English is even better than his French (I really like and am really jealous of Peter-he's 29,looks 24, speaks English, French, Spanish, Hungarian, German, and Dutch, has lived in each of this countries and in god knows how many others, including Denmark and the US, and has worked all over the world for various dance companies.) and for once I could talk about all my foreigner obsessions, which is a thing I can never do because no-one shares them.

Screw this

It's too hot to go on visits.
I'm none too fond of having to do the tourist stuff whenever family and in some occasions guests come along.
Some of it is nice, like spending the afternoon in-and next to,of course- some river up mountain, the Toulourenc. That was really nice. As was going to a place in the mountain where we used to holiday when we were little.
On the other hand, every thing lower than a thousand meters over sea level was a pain. I hate all the little villages in summer.
Let's not get confused. I love them the rest of the year, but in summer they're just teeming with tourists. Like one we went to; its population swells by three hundred percent in summer.
It's just unbearable.


["The secret of being a bore is to tell everything."V.]

we are cooking.
42° Celsius yesterday.
Hot.
Been around with the family, Cousin S, the boyfriend, eating out, strolling around Avignon in the evening, going on the Ferris Wheel, usual summer visitor stuff, etcetera.
Quite pleasant.

Anyway, I'm somewhat disconnected from the world around me. It's quite restful.
My life isn't very interesting.

["Idleness is not doing nothing. Idleness is being free to do anything."F.D.]

Uninvaded

The three Swedes left today.
Now, I very much enjoyed having them here, and Marcus is very cute and very nice, so that's even more enjoyable, but really, BOYS!
Stick a group of them in a strange house with one girl their age and a teenage boy....girl ends up having to babysit EVERYONE.
So as much as I liked having them around, I'm glad my housekeeping duties are over. Especially as my parents came back today, turning up at the same time as my best friend, which made for a bit of a mess in the yard.
And on Thursday, the American cousin is arriving. I think I might run away. I mean, I've been a tour guide before, but that has always been by choice, and not because I felt like I had to. And it's always been in groups with plenty of guys-the last time that happened, I helped out some friends of my mother's who had a Scottish rugby team coming over and no-one to take care of them. So I did. And it was great fun. But I tend to get on well with big groups of guys. Mainly because when the ribbing gets really too much, I'll have a good rant, and forget about it ten minutes later.
Ah, the Scots. Great ones for drinking, they were. I hadn't seen anyone drink that much since Id been to the Czech Republic.

["Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired." J.R.]

I've always found summers boring, especially as I got older.
At the moment, everyone I know is working or has gone off on holiday.
There is, quite literally, nothing to do.
I am stuck at my parent's house because they've gone off for ten days, leaving me to keep an eye on my little brother and on the house, so I'm stuck here.
Being a complete and utter loser, I don't have a driving license. Which is a pain. I don't usually need one, but my parents live in the middle of fucking nowhere, so now I am not happy at my uselessness.
On the other hand, all year round, I don't care-driving is totally unneccessary in the town I live in, all the interesting places are at walking distance from my flat (this including university, bars, cinemas,shops, my mates' flats-I live in the town center and it's GREAT.)

So it's just when I come here that I find it aggravating.
On the other hand, it wouldn't solve the "everyone is away or working" problem, so I guess I can't complain that much.
Thing is, I couldn't get a job in June or July, cause I was passing exams/in China, and I can't get a job in August cause I'm supposed to take my cousin around when she gets here.
At least a job would keep me busy, man. And make money, of course. I'm hopelessly broke. As usual^^
I guess I'm in a moaning mood tonight-not attractive at all!

But having nothing to do tends to make me like this. Of course, when I have things to do, I procrastinate like crazy, and do it in a rush the night before it's due. It's always worked for me :D

["Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen."A.B.]

On an entirely different note, I picked up my visa for China on Friday.
Nothing will stop me now!
And I've been out of touch with the virtual world for two weeks which might help.

I just have to get through my exams first, and not meltdown, oh and finish the projet tutoré shitshitshit I'd forgotten. Shudup girl, you're talking to yourself (oh yeah, and don't make me believe it never happens to the rest of you)

New precisions on Ms L's CV in life ; she got sent to China by the French government in 1964.

Nineteen sixty fucking four. I mean, Jaysus. That's the year France actually recognished the PRC. She must've been among the first french people, perhaps even the first european people, to go there and learn chinese.
When I was saying she was crazy!
And she comes out with this like it's perfectly normal. And she gets all excited over the electronic dictionary her son brought her from China.
And that's who we've been learning chinese from (mostly) for the last two years.
(Now I get why our Uni's Chinese department is so well-rated in France)

okay, I don't post often. But then, I don't actually have any readers, so does it matter? I'd say not.

But whatever.

So, halfway through a five-day long weekend (you've got to love may when the 1st falls on a thursday-last weekend was four days long, this one is five because it's Pentecost or somesuch Christian fest few people of my generation actually care about except for the free time it generously offers us), enjoying the warm weather that comes from living down South- and realising that i have exams at irregular intervals starting next saturday and ending on June 6th.

Ooohh yeah, I am in deep trouble. Right now I'm suppose to prepare a global analysis of China's geopolitics, learn it, and spit it back out for the exam. Like last year, althoug I can't remember last year's subject.
it's HELL.
I am considering running away to some tropical island and living on the beach there. Fishing or something. Alhough I'd have to remember to take a fishing rod.