I'm listening to Fall Out Boy's classic 2005 album "From Under the Cork Tree" and genuinely really enjoying it. I'm telling you this because I'm ashamed and need to be ridiculed for this as a weird kind of penance for having let my music taste slip this far.
ANYWAY. Yesterday was supposed to be the last day of my internship but I have to go back in on Monday because my boss forgot to bring a pen drive to get the work that I've been doing off my laptop. I'm not even surprised.
I have got money from the wonderful people in the Erasmus department of the University of Glasgow and it's enough to buy return flights to NY. I don't know whether to just book the flights and count on getting money from France in time or to try and wait it out a bit. But I can't really stay in TT doing nothing for that long so I need to decide soon if I'm going to just change my flight home or whatever.
I am also taking over as Features Editor at the wonderful qmunicate soon (now? already? I am unsure. Good start) which I am super excited to do but also nervous about. Although I think this will be a good lesson for me because I really need to get better at delegating and because I can't/won't/shouldn't write all of the features content for all of next year's qmunicates I will probably learn that asking for help is not a sign of weakness. On that note, if you have ideas for FW qmunicate then people let me know. Ruth Taylor has already been giving me excellent ideas because she's a babe.
I went out last night (I have two friends now - exciting!) and it was bizarre. We went to like "the best club in Trinidad" and the inside of it was decorated like a Wetherspoons (carpet in a club? Really?) with one super fancy shiny bar. It was probably twice the size of Viper and just as sleazy. Fun though, BECAUSE EVERYTHING WAS FREE. I shit you not - free entry for girls and FREE DRINKS FOR EVERYONE. The dancing to me looked a bit like a cross between an act of aggression and a sex act most of the time but people choose their own ways to have fun.
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