Almost there

I did my French final last night. It wasn’t too bad. I guessed on one question, because honestly, I reread the passage five times and there was no answer. The writing…eek. I’m horrible at spelling so I guessed at that too. ^^() When I turned it in, Virginie (the prof) handed me my roleplay grade. I received a 100/100, and apparently my pronunciation was “trรจs bien!”. That’s actually really good news because now I don’t have to have a fantastic final grade to maintain my B.

The New Spring comic is coming out in July. :sec: Whitney is suppose to order it for me (and pay for it, but that’s a minor detail). I’ve actually thought of doing it myself because I don’t want anyone in her family touching my copy. I want to be the only one! I’m such a loser nerd, but I don’t like finger prints on my stuff.

I need to stop surfing the web and study for my last final. Not to mention finish packing.

Why am I awake?

I didn’t have English today, and yet I was out of bed by 8 anyway. I have no clue why, especially since my next class isn’t until 11. ๐Ÿ˜• Today is the last Tuesday of the school year (not counting next Tuesday’s final) and I am so glad. I’ll be even happier after tomorrow, since that is when I have to do my French roleplay. I have the greatest lines, by the way, such as “J’aime Scott quand il est soรƒยปl” and “J’aime cette chanson!”. The thing about school that is pissing me off is textbook buybacks. $300 worth of books, and I’ll get $26 in return. Non-profit my ass.

The weekend of May 14th I’m going to California with my dad. It is not a trip of pleasure. His godmother, Pat Hayes, is dying. She’s been sick for as long as I can remember, but doctors have now given her a year to live. ๐Ÿ™ On one hand I’m looking forward to seeing family, but on the other hand, I’m not a fan of being around death. It’s hard to explain. I’m not really scared of death, since I feel it’s a natural way of life. We all need to die at some point so more humans can be born. But I am scared of dying. I don’t like the idea of dying slowly or in pain. I’d rather it happen quickly. So I suppose I am scared of death, just not the final act. I’m not afraid of the afterlife, and if there isn’t one, then I’ll never have to be afraid. โ—

Now wait a minute…

My dad called me at 9 something saying he’ll be down here to visit this afternoon. This is on one hand great, because now I can get a card for my phone AND some food. Not to mention he’ll be taking some things back to Phoenix, so there’ll be that much less to pack next week. But my room is such a mess! It’s just…horrible. And my roommate is trying to sleep so I’m scared to make too much noise. Although I’ve been making enough talking to Nikki (she’s called three times since 10) ๐Ÿ˜› Silly girl.

I took a shower at 2 AM this morning. I was planning on 1 but that didn’t work out. Then I was up until 3:30+ talking with Jen Pen, Niklas, and finishing up Whitty’s new blog. I feel rested, maybe not well rested, but rested nonetheless.

OK, well, I’m going to wait to talk with Laura, but then it’s back to cleaning/packing. ๐Ÿ™„

Well, I read this and must say, I can relate. I have no words of encourgement, because I’ve yet to find any myself. Right up until college the only thing that made me special were my grades. Friends? Ha. I’ve had some real good ones, I’ll admit, but I honestly have no social life to speak of. I have a bit of an online life, mostly due to MW, but that seems to cause more drama then anything.

I’m ending my 2nd year of college, and have yet to make a single friend here. And yet, I don’t really feel bad about that. I’m not in the mood to have shallow relationships. All my friends are long distance; the closest one being two hours away.

The only words I can find that make it seem not so sad and harsh are: c’est la vie.