Five minute rant

What an immensely fucked up weekend. The original plan was to go to Rome, and spend four days there alone, exploring the one city I've always always wanted to go to my whole life, but somehow never did. Instead, I stayed in Paris to finish the final essay for my class. Then I was supposed to go to Vienna on saturday instead, since I didn't want to rush Rome. And of course, I didn't get around to writing the damn essay, and I didn't go either. Toyed with heading to Budapest a day early, but that clearly didn't materialise as well.

So now I'm flying direct to Budapest on Monday. Well, things could be worse.

Currently scribbling the addresses and confirmation numbers and all that on random pieces of paper because I can't get the printer in my dorm to work. This feels like a total waste of technology. A chunk of electronics in my lap, the culmination of thousands of years of scientific advance, and I'm writing down the results on pieces of paper.

In other news, I think I've met my complete opposite. It's amazing how different a person can be from another. See, she's female, healthy, runs a lot, eats vegetables, even raw bean sprouts, blonde, speaks French, does all sorts of charity work, smiles and laughs a great deal, and is generally a really nice sort of person. I tell you, it's like a negative image of myself. Quite startling, actually. If opposites attract, we'd have a manmade black hole between us. Good thing I don't believe in that theory.

Oh yeah, my weekend managed to get even more fucked up this morning. My slipper broke! One of the straps snapped, and I can't go and buy a new one because everything is closed on Sunday in Paris. Stupid Kenneth Cole. Can't even make a decent pair of slippers. Come on, how hard can it be? So now I'm heading to Eastern Europe without a pair of slippers to my name.

Just snippets today. Felt like ranting, so I did for five minutes exactly. I am now going to buy a bottle of wine, drink it, then pack for a week traipsing through Dracula country.