Friday, 9 September 2011

Just Because I Eat Worms

How does that song go about eating worms?

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me...

That is how I feel at the moment. Also, I feel sick, having just eaten enough pasta for six people.

Nobody wants to come and see Manaré, French Fries or Claude Vonstroke with me at Nouveau Casino...



Kayt is babysitting.

Emma is already on a boat party that doesn't dock until the early hours of the morning.

Georgie has to teach early tomorrow morning.

Anna is working.

Harriet is going to Favela Chic.

And that is that. I have all of five friends left in Paris and they all have better things to do.

I even messaged the girlfriend of one of the boys I went to Ibiza with- she has just moved to Paris and her boyfriend put her in touch with me. I thought she would be like 'Yes, I will come! I have no friends yet and as you have lived here for a year you must know all the cool places...'

But no, she has been here barely a week and she has more friends than me already. They are all going out tonight...

I am hoping I will perk up soon and suddenly get a mad desire to doll myself up and go to Favela Chic with Harriet. Alternatively, I have been invited out by the-girlfriend-of-one-of-the-boys-I-went-to-Ibiza-with which is soooo nice of her, but they are going to an Erasmus party and I'm not sure that I'm in the mood for foreign students to come bouncing up to me, yelling "DO YOUR PARENTS KNOW YOU LIKE TO PARTY HARRRRD?" over the sound of the Black Eyed Peas.

Ah. Kayt just rang me. We are going to get up early tomorrow and Do Something Productive. I feel better about staying in now.

And anyway...

Now that I am living where I am living (which is TOP SECRET, although you'll be able to work it out soon enough if you know anything about Paris) I am only two seconds away from an H & M that is open until midnight. And I got paid today... I might go and buy myself something very, very little to cheer myself up and then I can come home and finish blogging about Ibiza.

If anyone is thinking that this plan makes me a sad, sad gimp... all I would say to you good sir, is why are YOU sat at home on a Friday night, reading my blog?

Ooh I have found a really nice dress and it is only 25 euros! This night might not be a complete waste yet...




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