I want my MTV.

I finally have a working television! Well... kind of. It didn't work when I first plugged it in a week ago, and finally this week a guy comes over, completely unannounced, while I'm still in my PJ's, when my apartment looks like noman's land between Dust Bunny forces and the Hamper brigade, to fix it. He even brought a box for me to get more channels! I know. I didn't even ask for it. That's how awesome my landlord is. And apparently, this guy (not the landlord) is also in charge of fixing my bathroom, which still boasts exposed pipes and a lemon-fresh, moldy stench (the lemon is a mystery to me). According to him, it will be fixed next week when he comes back to fix the cable in my apartment. Oh, about that.

One of the particularities of Parisian apartments, especially the smaller ones, is that they were once larger units that somewhere along the line, probably in the 50s and 60s, were hacked up into little closets they like to call studios. This explains all the galley kitchens and oddly-placed toilets, not to mention my cable hookup, which apparently was never brought through to the bedroom, where the jack is. For the moment, the cord is still coiled up and attached to the ceiling of the water closet, and while it may be many a person's dream to have a TV hooked up in the John, I'd really rather it be in the bedroom, where I can watch it without feeling like I'm committing some sort of crime against social norms. The toilet-fixer guy said he would also wire up the cable so I can hook up the box and not have to use the ghetto makeshift antenna he fashioned out of some of that coiled up cable and twisty-ties.
And while I'm still tempted to believe it's not actually for free, and that somehow I'm going to have a mysterious amount of money taken out of my security deposit after all this is done, I'm still glad they're being nice about it, and also that I didn't have to jump through hoops to get them to offer.

I'm sorry I don't have anything more interesting to talk about. I really should bitch about school some more, since it's gradually but forcefully taking over my life, but I'm just so distracted by the sophomoric shows on French TV that I just can't concentrate! Now instead of sitting hunched over at my computer dicking around all the time, I'll be sitting in bed watching second-rate French movies and dubbed Hitchcock.

Tomorrow night we're going for Ethiopian food. It had better be delicious, because I've been talking this place up for the better part of a month, and it's been a while since I've been there. But considering we couldn't get a table last time we tried to go, I'd say we're in for a good meal.

Man, my life really is boring. You know it's bad when the most exciting things happening are a ghetto makeshift antenna and the prospect of good ethnic food.

Oh! Just one other thing. I'm going to be writing for a new blog, SASSY, as a guest contributor. I'm still not entirely sure what that means, but I'm just going with it. My first post won't be until April, but I thought I'd let you know in case you wanted to check it out, because it's a cool concept and I really do have faith in it. So please check it out (once it's up and running) and if you're on facebook, join the group!