post twenty one - watch the language

In the style of Bridget Jones....


FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!


hahaha I forgot my fucking prompt cards and had to do the whole fucking thing from memory.

If I wasn't hyper and in a strangely good mood I would be worried.

I think it went ok. Oh well, the Spanish one is the same time next week.

post twenty - panic

It's exam time.

At one o'clock tomorrow I have a French Oral exam. On the British Education System, past and present.

I am so screwed.

post six - nothingness

It isn't nothingness in a bad way - like the way you feel after a break up.

It's nothingness in the way that, I have done absoloutely nothing today.

I woke up, saw the rain sheeting down outside, and made a conscience desision to not move for the entire day.

Therefore, except to use bathroom facilites and to cook food, I have not left my room.

I am still in pyjamas (well, little shorts bought in LeClerc and a t-shirt from Step-Gran with 'Florida' on it).

Although, I have written 300 words of a French rédaction on the benefits of work experience.

So, my time hasn't been completed wasted.*

*notice how I used 3 conjunction to start my sentences. I'll be using 'and' next. I was good at grammar at school. Look what university did to me.

post three

After I finished writing my last post on Thursday, I spent some time with one of flatmates, HT, talking to an old school friend from Venezuela. AT now lives in Leeds with her fiancé, but is hoping to come and visit us around Christmas time. I would sincerely love for that to happen.

About thirty minutes later however, HT walked in on me and my boyfriend JB in a very compromising position. I will never forget the look of pure horror that flashed across her face.

Yesterday was less exciting however. The exam I had was more difficult than I expected, although most of the beginners students left before myself and the rest of the advanced students, so maybe that says something. Before the exam I sat in the pub nearest the university with my girlfriend CJ, with HP joining us around an hour later, discussing spanish lecturers, french lecturers, travelling next year, and doing some revision.

Last night my flatmates JB, HP, HT and PJ went to the student union main bar to support one of our friends DJing there. Unfortunately, they put him on first, and in a tiny little side room, so there was no one else there listening to him. He was certainly a lot better than the girl that followed him.

One thing that got me were the strobe lights. They make me feel extremely weak and dizzy, and give me a terrible headache, so we left at around one am.

I am now staring out of the window overlooking my town, thinking that today is going to be a very grey day.