Je n'aime pas parle francaise... until now.
.o1) Very excited. Inside. I wish I had something that was worth being outwardly excited about. That hasn't happened since about 8th grade. -- I love how I base my life on grades, and not my age or what year it was. Anyway, the cause for excitement is the proposition to go to Quebec and Montreal. For two reasons. Interviews about my art portfolio, and it's school sanctioned which means it'll be CHEAP, and because I'm in French club, more discounts, and we get benefits such as roaming the streets as long as we're in by midnight. Woohoo. *excitement noises* Downside? This will involve being an active French Club member, getting information and packets, and attending meetings, and somehow saving up about 500$. Hopefully this trip is not in the spring, because I'm partial to previous tentative plans in the spring.
.o2) My morning started out as such: I woke up at some obscure hour, 3-4 in the morning, I'd wager... and I had the most blunt pain above my eyes and around my forehead. I woke up assuming I had smacked my head on my wall, - the wall in my bedroom that is, because after all, I did fall asleep in my bedroom. However, as it turns out, I woke up on the couch in the living room, therefore I could not have smacked my head on the wall. I've concluded it must be a sinus headache, because very rarely at all do I get headaches, and the weather and pollen have been awful lately.
.03) Apple, pumpkin, and cornstalk picking. 7:30, bright and shiny. I think I mean bright and early, but shiny is so much more pleasing to me right now. The prospect of "early" on a weekend, almost feels blasphemous.
I really have an inappropriate obsession with Clark Gable. He's the quintessential manly sex-beast woo-the-ladies- man. God.
It's a tad inappropriate because he's, well - dead.
.o2) My morning started out as such: I woke up at some obscure hour, 3-4 in the morning, I'd wager... and I had the most blunt pain above my eyes and around my forehead. I woke up assuming I had smacked my head on my wall, - the wall in my bedroom that is, because after all, I did fall asleep in my bedroom. However, as it turns out, I woke up on the couch in the living room, therefore I could not have smacked my head on the wall. I've concluded it must be a sinus headache, because very rarely at all do I get headaches, and the weather and pollen have been awful lately.
.03) Apple, pumpkin, and cornstalk picking. 7:30, bright and shiny. I think I mean bright and early, but shiny is so much more pleasing to me right now. The prospect of "early" on a weekend, almost feels blasphemous.
I really have an inappropriate obsession with Clark Gable. He's the quintessential manly sex-beast woo-the-ladies- man. God.
It's a tad inappropriate because he's, well - dead.