inhale, exhale...
at the event of receiving horrendous news, one can't help but freak out and i did just that yesterday. so i consoled myself by treating a very good college friend of mine, jason, to lunch, then proceeded by tagging him along with me to do some semi-serious shopping. mostly christmas presents, even though i was hardly in the mood for gift-giving.
finally hauled my ass home at 7pm. forced myself to eat dinner and at 11pm, being awake for over 36 hours straight, slumped onto my bed and slept all the way to 2 this afternoon.
then it was time for French class yet again. i am constantly disappointing myself with the evident lack of progress i am making. in class, i am more often than not shaking my head, smiling (very ditzy, but effective) whenever my French prof would ask me something. and dammit, he loves asking me questions that i can't, for the life of me, understand.
c'est la vie? fuck that.
i'm seriously thinking of switching to Italian after this module.
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my first Italian love: Filippo Inzaghi . Check him out and love him.
somebody PLEASE fly me to Italy!!!
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i cannot stress this enough: i CANNOT wait for saturday.
alcohol, an endless night of perk-me-up music, girly bonding with a confused friend and the painter awaits.
my parents better not think i'll be coming home early. i'll wear the city out even if it kills me.
finally hauled my ass home at 7pm. forced myself to eat dinner and at 11pm, being awake for over 36 hours straight, slumped onto my bed and slept all the way to 2 this afternoon.
then it was time for French class yet again. i am constantly disappointing myself with the evident lack of progress i am making. in class, i am more often than not shaking my head, smiling (very ditzy, but effective) whenever my French prof would ask me something. and dammit, he loves asking me questions that i can't, for the life of me, understand.
c'est la vie? fuck that.
i'm seriously thinking of switching to Italian after this module.
* * *
my first Italian love: Filippo Inzaghi . Check him out and love him.
somebody PLEASE fly me to Italy!!!
* * *
i cannot stress this enough: i CANNOT wait for saturday.
alcohol, an endless night of perk-me-up music, girly bonding with a confused friend and the painter awaits.
my parents better not think i'll be coming home early. i'll wear the city out even if it kills me.