Super-Duper Wacky n' Tacky Euro Adventure

and that means I've just finished writing my 20th page. I hate how I always leave the most difficult papers to write last. The right to death in France anyone?

So Johnny leaves here in about 15 hours. Very sad. First to go and then Zoe will follow shortly after by heading back to Italy for the summer. Side note: must live in Italy at some point and drink coffee, learn the language, and be too fashionable; when in Rome afterall. Last night we tried to give Johnny a nice send off on rue Oberkampf and I think he had a good time. Save the random flying candle wax that one must avoid when hanging out with friends from Berkeley.
Tonight a proper Parisian dinner will send Johnny off to New York and his very chic job working for Macy's. Hopefully a frisbee or two can be tossed on the lawn in front of the hotel Invalides so as not to make the night too hectic. But then again, last night was not supposed to be late either, but getting home at 4am, I discovered otherwise.

The weather still hasn't decided what season it is, but it is opting for a nice late-spring for today and tomorrow. I will try to catch the most amount of rays I can while studying the effects of EU/US economic relations tomorrow.

The friendlies are winding down and the cup is almost upon us. Get ready Berlin. I'm coming.

Blinding me from this work is the thought of finally getting back to Moscow. I simply can't wait. But then again, I can. The job front has mysteriously stalled, but the rent will always be due. My fingers could use a little relief from the constant crossing, but they must remain, cause I need a bit of luck at this point.

Speaking of looking forward, beyond Moscow, everyone I have talked to has just had a great feeling in their gut about senior year. Something tells me it will be truly epic. EBF isn't the most amazing housing, but for the lower 1400s in the draw, I really can't complain.