Today in point form:
- Early start. Fuck.
- Late to class. Fuck.
- Power of Practical writing looks like it is going to su-huck. Fuck.
- But I dropped $100 on the book with no returns. Fuck.
- Hour long break. Boreeed. Fuck.
- Talk to course co-ordinater regarding clash. Huh.
- Told I can't do a double major with my double degree. Fuck.
- Have to pick between English and French double majors, also has implications for prior learning credits. Fuckkkk.
- Listening to someone speak french for 4 hours is really really draining.
- Crash course in grammar, freaks the fuck out of me.
- James in my class! Jaaaames.
- Telling James how much my life sucks and him agreeing.
- More French. More brain hurt, completely drained.
- Clockwatch for the last 30 minutes, feeling progressively blacker and blacker about someone's jaunt to Melbourne. Feel like an asshole for sitting in class looking like the world's going to end when my French lecturer's so enthused for french and happy and idk. asshole feeling.
- Gym boss in hospital for impending bb, no more shirking shifts.
And the highlight of my week? that didn't even fuck up a little bit?
Pub with Leanne, Andy and James. Hugs from my bff, having her hear me out. Having Andy hear me out! Then sitting with James in the Paddo til 9:30, just hanging out and talking about...stuff? My crazy theories, my emoness, Guitar Hero is not playing guitar, French and languages in general, Facebook statuses and nuances, history and Fremantle, ghost stories, me shredding the four coasters on our table, just...fun. I love James, he's just so easy to talk to. So easy to get on with. I'm glad we get to hang all semester.
So idk, I'm not sure that means my week now gets better. But it felt good to vent and to have fun with a boy who wasn't going to make me go through the emotional ringer for the next three days.
- Late to class. Fuck.
- Power of Practical writing looks like it is going to su-huck. Fuck.
- But I dropped $100 on the book with no returns. Fuck.
- Hour long break. Boreeed. Fuck.
- Talk to course co-ordinater regarding clash. Huh.
- Told I can't do a double major with my double degree. Fuck.
- Have to pick between English and French double majors, also has implications for prior learning credits. Fuckkkk.
- Listening to someone speak french for 4 hours is really really draining.
- Crash course in grammar, freaks the fuck out of me.
- James in my class! Jaaaames.
- Telling James how much my life sucks and him agreeing.
- More French. More brain hurt, completely drained.
- Clockwatch for the last 30 minutes, feeling progressively blacker and blacker about someone's jaunt to Melbourne. Feel like an asshole for sitting in class looking like the world's going to end when my French lecturer's so enthused for french and happy and idk. asshole feeling.
- Gym boss in hospital for impending bb, no more shirking shifts.
And the highlight of my week? that didn't even fuck up a little bit?
Pub with Leanne, Andy and James. Hugs from my bff, having her hear me out. Having Andy hear me out! Then sitting with James in the Paddo til 9:30, just hanging out and talking about...stuff? My crazy theories, my emoness, Guitar Hero is not playing guitar, French and languages in general, Facebook statuses and nuances, history and Fremantle, ghost stories, me shredding the four coasters on our table, just...fun. I love James, he's just so easy to talk to. So easy to get on with. I'm glad we get to hang all semester.
So idk, I'm not sure that means my week now gets better. But it felt good to vent and to have fun with a boy who wasn't going to make me go through the emotional ringer for the next three days.