So, tomorrow I come home, bringing my semester and this journal to an end. Very hard to believe that the 5 months is over. My bags are packed, my room is spotless, and it just feels weird ( Read more... )

Oh. My. God. I'm. Addicted ( Read more... )

So I am FINALLY fucking DONE! Took my last test last night, and I can't fail the class because I got a 16 (!!!) on my paper, so woooot ( Read more... )

So. We left Thursday for Wales, in the morning. Took a flight to Liverpool and a few train rides until we got to Betws-y-Coed, which is where we were staying. After asking around, we found out that our hostel/inn for the night was a bit further away than expected in a town called Penmachno, so we took a bus there. It was just a tiny little inn in a ( Read more... )

I am miserable. It looks gorgeous outside, and all I want to do is go for a run, but do to injury, I can't. Speaking of injury, both of them hurt ridiculously right now. I am decidedly unmotivated and blatantly not studying for the exam I have Monday that I'm going to fail. And Chris is in Amsterdam and I'm lonely. And my room was so freezing cold ( Read more... )

Had a lovely experience this morning where my physical therapist curled me up into a ball, put his thumb just beneath my shoulderblade, and threw his body weight on me until a lovely crackling noise emitted from my back. And then he popped the wayward tendon back into place. And now my arm feels like a painful, useless piece of flesh attached to ( Read more... )

How do you summarize a text in half a page.... when the text is half a page long?

Gods I hate this class.

So. This weekend Chris and I went to Limerick, Ireland. What a fantastic country. Very nice people. We stayed in this ubercool Bed and Breakfast where the host, Dermot, was incredibly friendly and even helped me get my leather jacket back (I'd left it on the bus, he did all the calling of people). Yesterday we went and saw two castles, King John's ( Read more... )

Every month, on the first Wednesday of the month, the air raid sirens of Paris go off ( Read more... )

What I should be doing: reading my historiography book. It's not that it's not interesting, it's just... really... boringly written.

What I am doing instead: eyeing new journal and pen and wanting to write more nothingness, wanting to read Oryx and Crake, trying to get over my embarrassement at yet another botched French interaction.

Such is