I miss my tentacles.

Just realized: I consider this my “personal tumblr,” yet I rarely post anything personal. Hmm. I never write in any of my journals anymore either. 

Probably the earliest I’ve finished a paper that I started writing the day before. (It is 8:35 pm!)

There can only be two. So sad.

I decided after french that I was done with class for the day (naughty me), so to make up for that, I’m going to get some stuff done (crossing things off as I go):

• start laundry
• go have lunch om nom
• revise essay #2 sketch
• read act 4 of The Malcontent
• fold laundry, put away
• work out
• shower
• read act 5 of The Malcontent
• Free time until dinner!
• Din-din
• Read next part of Map of Love
• French workbook assignment

Hopefully I actually get all this done today.

Ahhh one of my short stories is getting published in my university’s literary journal! This validifies my entire existence. I no longer hate myself for being a creative writing major, haha.

Weeee, tickets are booked to go to clearwater beach for spring break! I thought for sure it would fall through.  Now I just have to get through eight more days. Eight. More. Days.

Hey, thanks for the reminder Facebook.  I wouldn’t have known.  Also, two years today :)

Just had my first French class ever. Expectation: be Amelie by the end of the semester.

expectations:

reality:

I just used the phrase “talking smack” on a flashcard… obviously I’m not taking this seriously enough.

argh feeling so tense I just want to like… scratch or bite something.  maybe I should try gum.  or sex.  moral of the story: pre-finals week sucks.

Sleeping in, playing Sims 3 for waaay too long and baking everything pumpkin.

Having a week off for thanksgiving is the best part of my semester so far.

Ahhh Angry Birds is taking over my life!