Okay, so I got an e-mail last night. I have a big decision to make. I had plans to have you guys help me decide...I would have forced you to use my tag board (Ha ha ha) but I've made my choice.
A bunch of church friends are going to a midnight showing of Harry Potter on Thursday. I so wanna go...but I have my marvelous 8 AM class on Friday. Now, although I usually give into being sensible and reasonable...Harry Potter is enough to overcome my sensible tendencies...but I have a big test on Friday in my wonderful class. I'm not sure it'd be very wise of me to take a test with a listening part on about 3 hours of sleep. But I really want to see my precious Snape in a dress! I could just pull an all-nighter! Yet another college experience I've never indulged in.
So, I was all prepared to be screwed over for my test and enjoy some fun bonding and Christian/college experiences. But then, I got up for class this morning on a mere 6 and 1/2 hours of sleep. I thought I was going to die. I don't I'm the kinda gal that can live on 3 hours of sleep or none. Sigh. I really wanted to go at midnight.
Just call me sensible, responsible, and dependable too.
So, I did nothing for the entire long weekend. Now I have that irritating stressed out feeling. Stupid feeling. I'm such a tool for the system. Phoey.
Today was pretty amusing in French. We're going over clothes and colors. As a group we tried to make the worst outfits possible.
Chris is a tall blond guy, who looks like he was once a football player. Today he discussed purchasing a small red dress for himself in front of the entire class.
We also looked at some paintings. "Renoir's people tend to be enjoying themselves. Now the guy playing his flute may be having a good time, but we can't really tell."
A bunch of church friends are going to a midnight showing of Harry Potter on Thursday. I so wanna go...but I have my marvelous 8 AM class on Friday. Now, although I usually give into being sensible and reasonable...Harry Potter is enough to overcome my sensible tendencies...but I have a big test on Friday in my wonderful class. I'm not sure it'd be very wise of me to take a test with a listening part on about 3 hours of sleep. But I really want to see my precious Snape in a dress! I could just pull an all-nighter! Yet another college experience I've never indulged in.
So, I was all prepared to be screwed over for my test and enjoy some fun bonding and Christian/college experiences. But then, I got up for class this morning on a mere 6 and 1/2 hours of sleep. I thought I was going to die. I don't I'm the kinda gal that can live on 3 hours of sleep or none. Sigh. I really wanted to go at midnight.
Just call me sensible, responsible, and dependable too.
So, I did nothing for the entire long weekend. Now I have that irritating stressed out feeling. Stupid feeling. I'm such a tool for the system. Phoey.
Today was pretty amusing in French. We're going over clothes and colors. As a group we tried to make the worst outfits possible.
Chris is a tall blond guy, who looks like he was once a football player. Today he discussed purchasing a small red dress for himself in front of the entire class.
We also looked at some paintings. "Renoir's people tend to be enjoying themselves. Now the guy playing his flute may be having a good time, but we can't really tell."
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