I may have said things about my very little 12 metres squared prison cell/room... but I've realised that trying to clean it using solely a brush and pan I picked up in the 2 euro shop makes the place look huge...also, I discovered, after burning myself several times, that fridges emit heat out the back??
Had no idea. Ignorance 1, my arm 0.
Yes, after about a month, I've finally taken the time to try and clean the mess my little space has become, partly because I'm at home and quite sick, which the cleaning is probably not helping..
This week has been fun, I've been quite sick throughout although surprisingly that hasn't stopped me doing things I usually would, and more. Voilà, I'm still sick, I suppose it makes sense.
I've managed to get down to some work as well, albeit an hour before the class in question, but work nonetheless!
Once I get a proper routine going I'll be unstoppable. Until someone inevitably suggests something more fun.
So, as part of my seemingly continuous mission to make my body and my bank balance cry, this week involved a lot of fun things. The All Ireland hurling final on Sunday, once again watched by several of my mainland European friends, as well as some from North America this time, provided a very similar response to the previous week with the Gaelic football -"What the hell is going on??" The hurling did provide several more winces and gasps, as the rather violent nature of it hit home to those less familiar with the idea of 30 aggressive men running around wielding sticks.
The week continued, new acquaintances made and some friendships forged and furthered. I also met my "godfather", which is meant to be an endearing term for a French "buddy" to help me out, rather than having criminal, southern Italian connotations. A German themed Oktoberfest night came on Thursday, which was incredibly fun, and thanks to very long opening hours, somewhat creepy near the end, as I've discovered that French sleaze becomes something of a national sport after 3am. A great few nights coupled with a first-tram-home experience this morning - essentially a hazardous lifestyle for sick people, but once I get some rest, a pharmacy and some early nights this weekend everything should be grand :)
The workload in Sciences Po is increasing, with exposés and presentations dominating my to-do list, including a historical book review of a 600 page monster due for a months time. The French students are cool if somewhat hard to come by, but judging solely by the graffiti in the bathrooms, they're quite a serious bunch - full blown debates about socialism instead of the usual "i woz ere", which was amusing but somewhat refreshing I have to say.
The Résidence is starting to liven up a bit too, meeting a lot of very cool people about the place, and I'll hopefully have my CAF sorted soon too (essentially a thing where the French government give you lots of free money off your rent) so that'll be nice! I witnessed my first tram inspectors last week, setting me back an annoying €46, so since then, transport costs have gone up from being an occasional expense depending on my mood to a quite regular expense for fear of losing all my money.
I'm off to cook some dinner, which has been a lot healthier of late actually, I might be able to say that I can cook an averagely ok meal by Christmas at this rate!
Bon, je vous laisse. À la prochaine! Bisous and all that jazz.