a hand over my mouth, a hand over the window
The BAD thing about this post is that I am mortified, angry, and sad to report that my husband Matt Gonzalez, the virtuous, the honest, the should-be King of San Francisco, has not won the mayoral runoff and thus Gavin Newsom, the yuppie, the slimy, the UNrepresentative of the people shall now be mayor. And Ms. Harris, his little Girl Friday. Yes, Mr. Brown, you shall have your way again, but not much longer. I have full belief in Matt for 2007, especially once people see how disappointing of a mayor Newsom is. He only won by a 6% margin anyway. It's not like the world loves you, Gavvie. Buying votes doesn't count. Angela Alioto should be ashamed of herself.
ANYWAY.
I am so done with Arabic. Well, until January anyway. Yay excitement. Now all I have to do is finish my little story for Italian and it's freedom.. Can you hear Aretha singing, I can.
Now maybe my crazy heartbeat patterns will return to normal!
Now I can read all the books I got from the library!
Now I can knit!
Now I can breathe.
I walked home so happily with the fresh air and everything seeming nice and smiling at me instead of growling like it did before. I found myself pointing things out and saying their names in Arabic. Yes, to myself because I am a bit loony. But I think I did pretty well on my final. B at least. My professor looked it over before the oral greetings part of the exam and he seemed to think I did okay.
Life is good again and I've got all sorts of parties on Friday and my birthday is in 8 days and I'm gonna go to Disneyland and I'm gonna go clubbing with wonderful people and I'm gonna go to SF and I'm gonna go to NY and things will be wonderful. Except in City Hall. ;P
ANYWAY.
I am so done with Arabic. Well, until January anyway. Yay excitement. Now all I have to do is finish my little story for Italian and it's freedom.. Can you hear Aretha singing, I can.
Now maybe my crazy heartbeat patterns will return to normal!
Now I can read all the books I got from the library!
Now I can knit!
Now I can breathe.
I walked home so happily with the fresh air and everything seeming nice and smiling at me instead of growling like it did before. I found myself pointing things out and saying their names in Arabic. Yes, to myself because I am a bit loony. But I think I did pretty well on my final. B at least. My professor looked it over before the oral greetings part of the exam and he seemed to think I did okay.
Life is good again and I've got all sorts of parties on Friday and my birthday is in 8 days and I'm gonna go to Disneyland and I'm gonna go clubbing with wonderful people and I'm gonna go to SF and I'm gonna go to NY and things will be wonderful. Except in City Hall. ;P