This weekend has actually been kickin awesome even though I didn't get to go to the feast or the vigil. I've been surrounded by good company and haven't had to strain too hard to get anything pressing done in a certain amount of time. I have beaucoup beaucoup de groceries lining the cabinets and fridge, including apple pie ice cream which is an orgasm in your mouth, but better if you think about it bc its apple pie orgasm.
Oh yea, the french reminds me, this is awesome and from awesome pete:
http://tinyurl.com/8tb5yI felt lame even translating that for libby because its so basic.
So, there is a chance that I will not pass my current french class. Which is scary because I've always pulled off Bs in college french classes. I understand everything, I can read and write ok, but as far as mindlessly putting sentences together and babbling like all of the other smarmy assholes in my class...yea not going very smooth. My participation grade is sucking, and there is a ton of homework that I hardly ever have all done, which doesn't help being able to participate. That class = dread. Its the most intense concentration for 50 minutes straight that I deal with...ever. I may take it again no matter what I get in it.
its all 2 am and stuff and i'm tired as shit.