casket's dream
French oral in half an hour.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Or both. What's shitty is that immediately after I have to go on to Creative Writing, so I don't have time to mourn OR celebrate.
I've been listening to music from Amelie for the past two days hoping that the french will rub off on me, but CURSE YOU Yann Tiersen for having half of your soungs in English! (even though the way he phrases certain sentences is really adorable)
I went out a-shopping yesterday but the minute I got back to my dorm I wanted to cry.
I'm so desperate/pathetic/worried/sad (choose two or more) that I borrowed Jess' hot red shirt to give me the edge of boobage. Either-- I'll fail miserably, but I'll look hot while doing it, or I'll succeed because everyone's too busy staring to notice how awful my French is. Unfortunately, the shirt didn't look quite right, so I settled on a white turtleneck.
I want to play the piano. I want to relax. I can't even breathe right now.
OMFG twenty five more minutes.
God.
God.
God.
God.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Or both. What's shitty is that immediately after I have to go on to Creative Writing, so I don't have time to mourn OR celebrate.
I've been listening to music from Amelie for the past two days hoping that the french will rub off on me, but CURSE YOU Yann Tiersen for having half of your soungs in English! (even though the way he phrases certain sentences is really adorable)
I went out a-shopping yesterday but the minute I got back to my dorm I wanted to cry.
I'm so desperate/pathetic/worried/sad (choose two or more) that I borrowed Jess' hot red shirt to give me the edge of boobage. Either-- I'll fail miserably, but I'll look hot while doing it, or I'll succeed because everyone's too busy staring to notice how awful my French is. Unfortunately, the shirt didn't look quite right, so I settled on a white turtleneck.
I want to play the piano. I want to relax. I can't even breathe right now.
OMFG twenty five more minutes.
God.
God.
God.
God.