This week can go to hell.

[tenlittlebullets]

Umph, glad this week is about to be over. It started with me staying up all night on Sunday to finish the homework assignment from hell, followed by fights and sleep-deprived idiocy, then I practically emptied my bank account doing my dad a favor. A professional favor--you'd think he'd have business contacts in France who could do this stuff, but apparently not. He's going to reimburse me, but I had kind of wanted to book travel reservations this week before things get frightfully expensive, and now that is not happening.

And by travel reservations I mean plane tickets home to the US for winter break, and possibly a trip to Copenhagen to see what looks like an awesomesticks production of Les Mis. Unfortunately, it turns out I have an exam on the weekend that would've been the best time to go, argh. Will try to figure something out.

Buuut the end of the week has been looking up a bit. misatheredpanda is here for the weekend, I finally met up with the tutor for my algorithms class of d00m and he was just as perplexed by the homework as I was, and I saw Caprices de Marianne again. And discovered a café on the Rue Jean-Jacques Rousseau with ninety-cent coffee. I have an essay to write this weekend, but I am resolutely Not Fretting About It.

Also, I hate creepers. This week has been full of them, and I'm fucking sick of them.

Comments

[mmebahorel.livejournal.com]

It's sad that so many of us are so glad that this week in particular is over. *sends hugs*

[10littlebullets.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I think the general consensus is that this week needs to die a slow and painful death.

*mega-hugs because god knows you need 'em*

[duva.livejournal.com]

Oooo. Let me know if you do end up travelling to Copenhagen, I'm practically next door.

[10littlebullets.livejournal.com]

Shall! Am tentatively thinking December 8 and 9, but will have to see if all the fiddly logistical details work out.

[coloneldespard.livejournal.com]

Someone else who is all for wiping this week out of our collective memories (I prefer to think of it as the week I don't recall because I was on a party boat somewhere in the Coral Sea with a whole lot of like-minded hedonists).

You've so sold me on "Caprices de Marianne" - I went googling around the traps after reading your posts. Can't wait to actually know this language well enough to derive more from its literature than a vague sense of what's being said.