I always do this. Come to Paris when the good raves are on. :/ Last night I missed Fairy tales @ the Renaissance Rooms... I got a text from both Sophie and Paul, saying they missed me there. :) At least I feel loved! *lol* I couldn't have gone anyway because of this fucking cold, but it's still a shame.
I wish I was a kid again, because when you're a kid you believe you can be anything, anything in the world. When I was a little girl I wanted to be a model, an architect, an interior designer, a manga-ka... A million different things. I truly believed I could have been any of them. Now I know what I want to do (work in an NGO), but I don't know if I will be able to (with just a BA and in a situation where thousands of people are doing degrees related to NGOs and Development Studies). It sucks. I've got less than a year and a half left before I have to find a proper job. I don't know what it will be and I don't know where it will be, and to tell you the truth I'm terrified. Absolutely terrified.
Apart from that, I've been walking around in my new high heels in the flat in the hope that I can get used to them (isn't happening), last night I ate my mum's tarte-tatin à la mangue (which is the best thing in the world), yesterday I also went to the cinema to see Buongiorno, notte (it was interesting because I didn't know much about the Brigate Rosse and Aldo Moro, but it was a bit deceiving... In the film everything was simplified so much it didn't make sense anymore) and... My cold is finally a bit better! Maybe IT WILL be gone by Tuesday?
Today I have to force myself to finish my readings for my essay. I could start writing it tomorrow and then I would still have Tuesday morning/late afternoon. And then I have to hand it in on Wednesday. Mmh. Sounds cool.