staying alive, staying alive

I'm sorry for not having updated in a really long time. I've not been in much of a mood to tell stories.

This weekend was really eventful. Friday night I went into town with some girls from California and ended up staying so late that I slept at Mariah's apartment because her roommate was out of town. Saturday there was a Christmas party at Monika and Arabella's apartment and I stayed and danced until 4:00 a.m., when I left with Joëlle and Valeria to sleep at James's apartment.* Then, this afternoon James had a Christmas party and he and Joëlle had made mulled wine (warm wine with spices, vin chaud in French). I've only just got home and I don't feel rested at all. I have one exam tomorrow for my writing style class and then I'm finished for the day with only laundry and hanging out with Stephanie on my to-do list.

*James is from Huntington Beach, the only city in California that I have actually visited. He somehow scored the most incredible apartment with an amazing location near the river. His wealthy Asian boyfriend helps him out a lot financially, so he has a real kitchen and a bathtub. He had space to sleep five people, and because the apartment is conveniently placed near the tram, it's a popular place to crash for the night. In addition to his amazing apartment, he's absolutely delightfully, wickedly fun. Fortunately for all of us, James is staying for the whole year.