FRENCH EXAM TODAY,
FRENCH EXAM TODAY,
FRENCH EXAM TODAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*jumps around like a mad rabbit*
And WHY am I NOT worried??? I mean, I am worried, for all the good reasons, I am worried I won’t be able to listen properly, since I’m all fresh and all, and that I may input the wrong infinitive or verb or something like that. Oh GOD!
Not enough that I couldn’t sleep last night, and when I did, I didn’t sleep well!!! I dreamt that I was going to die. And it’s like, I don’t know how you say it, but I just received “orders” that I was going to die. And I was going to WAIT for my turn to DIE. What a sadist.
I was supposed to wake up at 8.30am today, but looking at my lost sleep and the throbbing in my head, I went back to sleep and only arise at like…10am. Should last me the entire day, plus the extra work I’m going to do for Bio tonight. Heee.
Oh well, back to work! 
Toodles.
One minute it’s love, and suddenly it’s like a battlefield.
One word turns into a war,
Why is it the smallest things, that tear us down?
Why does love always feel like a battlefield?
- Battlefield, Jordin Sparks.
