weekend

I would not be any means describe this as a weekend in which I got a lot done, but it was swell all the same. Ended up in Brest, rather non-surprisingly. The teach at my school who keeps inviting us to Lanion cancelled it again, so I managed to get a ride to Brest with my new best friend at school (history teacher who I obsess about movies with) AND I brought my laundry, thus making it a fantastique idea to go (special thanks to Imani and Andy, it was getting painfully necessary).

Friday was all about getting high, hooking up my little treasure to the internet and beginning a parade of downloads. All those downloads (over 100 songs over the weekend) and all my new music (the stuff I bought and the stuff Kurt gave me) is making me ridiculously happy. Then we watched Team America: World Police (FUCK YEAH!) and let the good times roll.

A brief sample from the download list:
-Sealab 2021 Bizarro Episode (only one I could find, strangely obsessed with this one even though it is kind of terrible)
-Iron and Wine song from the Garden State Soundtrack (at last...)
-T-Rex 20th Century Boy, one of the greatest songs EVER
-A fistful of Missy Elliot songs
-The Rapture - Off of the Races and Onto the Tracks, the other greatest song ever
-The first fifteen minutes of the heart-rending finale of Six Feet Under's Third Season
-Some terrible brit-club song about not being able to wait for the weekend to begin
-Porn (obviously)
-Laissez-Moi Danser, the infamous Star Academy song (terrible, terrible)
-David Bowie covering various Beatles songs (HOT!)
-Loads of Starlight Mints, The Ponys, Helio Sequence, Decemberists
-A bunch of Carole King and Joni Mitchell
-Heart-stoppingly hot Basement Jaxx remixes

And about eighty other songs. It was a gorgeous time to be alive.

Now, it's Tuesday and my work week has been going unbelievably well. This trimester, I'm definitely going to be dropping below 12 hours a week, which strangely does not bother me. Even more strangely is that I am strangely happy to be 'home' though I am certainly not feeling any more like this place actually IS my home. It's just nice to not have to shell out euro after euro and live out of a suitcase and recklessly spend all my fucking money (which is pretty much what happened). I am currently watching and waiting for my bank account to drop into the negative, which definitely may happen. I had so hoped I had left my ability to spend money without a fucking thought in my head in the ole USA. Apparently not.

Anyway, my prof friend just gave me the first season of Six Feet Under, so I'm probably going to get high, make pancakes and watch it. Hopefully I will return to a responsible sobriety at 4:30 for my class. Oddly, I'm not really that concerned about it.

Though I should probably quit smoking for a few days, if only to let my now-enormous tolerance drop back to normal.