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I have so much work to do... but it's frekin Easter.
So I didn't feel like changing after I got back from mass. (Which was a bit confusing, since I've never been to a Catholic service in English before...) But I was cold, so I put on pajama pants under my skirt. Then I practiced TKD. Oh, I also have my green flower in my hair, and at one point I had the ribbon from my chocolat bunny around my neck ( Read more... ) -
Fuck
I think I may have found the French version of Chris Glick. He found me on Facebook too. Some ugly creeper hanging around the bar on English night trying to prey on unsuspecting foreign women. And probably a liar too ( Read more... ) -
Decisions, decisions...
So I have a choice to make. (Several actually, but an acedimc one. I'd look more intelligent if I could spell ( Read more... ) -
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And why do I still feel like puking?
It'll pass. -
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I have my Feburary money for food now! Yay! I'm not poor anymore! That rhymes! It was bad... Like I was eating a 75 centime (cent) baguette for lunch and making pasta from my 3something centime package for dinner so I could save the money I have to occasionally eat a full-ish meal from the university resturant for 2.9 euros ( Read more... ) -
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Pessimistic point of the day: Don't expect much from people. That way, you're not disappointed, and when they do something nice, you'll be pleasanly suprised.
Current mood: Suprisingly content. -
Writer's Block: Chocolate, spice, or anything nice
Chocolate. Delicious, strong chocolate. I wouldn't give it up for money, but if I had to for something bigger than myself I would. (*crosses fingers and hopes feverently that day never comes*) -
Aparement, La France brings out the high-strung side of me
I basically just had a conniption. Like, I was ready to punch anyone who tried to touch me. Over something really stupid ( Read more... ) -
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The world is coming to an end. Hannah Holler has not yet emailed me back. (It's been several days and usually her response is in less than 24 hours- overacheiver, efficent person that she is.) I wonder if she's okay, maybe just occupee ( Read more... ) -
La vie- c'est un cadeau, c'est courte...
It's really odd how death affects people. Like someone dies, you have the absolute certitanty that you'll never see them again, and every memory, every attachment to that person resurfaces. Even if you haven't really thought of them for a year... You were glad for their existance and just thought of it as a normal part of life... Then they're gone ( Read more... )