Thursday, October 25

I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it.

Saturday, October 13

More exciting news (I'm really bad at post titles but feel like they still deserve titles)

Started a new diary today. Yes, exciting news. So diary the fifth is the one Jess gave me for my birthday this year. It joins the original beat up and battered Hello Kitty with the bits falling of plastic cover, the funky green stripy one with the funky make shift book mark and my name on it in newspaper letters, the third black one which was aptly full of black...moments (not that black, my life is pretty white or something) but also some very nice moments because that was the one that went with me to France, and the fourth brown one which I bought with Jess from QV.

This diary's really heavy. I suspect toting my diary to uni was why my bag broke. Reading back is kinda amusing yet very very cringeworthy, especially when I look at/read my thirteen-year-old self. Very cringey.

Exciting cash flow reconstructions to be done. I kinda suck at this part. So must practice and then beast the eggzam. Which is in a month and a day. Four and a half weeks. Bring it.

Loljk please don't, I'm not ready.

Tuesday, October 9

Inches and minutes

Or something. I had to google it to find out why girls were posting it all over Facebook. It's another one of those chains to "raise awareness for breast cancer". No idea how it does in any way shape or form...but yes. The point is, I've realised how tiny my foot is. Most of the statuses say "eight inches", eight being their shoe size. Just checked the shoes I'm wearing...I'm assuming US sizing, of which my shoes are eight. But thing is they're massive cause I stick insoles in and stuff my jeans inside them. French size 40. I'm usually 34/36 depending...my Chucks are five or five and a half. Although I think Chuck sizing is different.

Yeah. This was a pointless post about the smallness of my feet. Now I have killed enough time on my phone, time to APA lecture.

Tuesday, October 2

Frenchskies


Alors tu vois, comme tout se mêle et du cœur à tes lèvres, je deviens un casse-tête. Ton rire me crie de te lâcher avant de perdre prise, et d’abandonner. Car je ne t’en demanderai jamais autant. Déjà que tu me traites comme un grand enfant. Nous n’avons plus rien à risquer, à part nos vies qu’on laisse de coté. Et il m’aime encore, et moi je t’aime un peu plus fort. Mais il m’aime encore, et moi je t’aime un peu plus fort.

Car sans rire c’est plus facile de rêver à ce qu’on ne pourra jamais plus toucher. On se prend la main, comme des enfants, le bonheur aux lèvres, un peu naïvement.

Il m’aime encore, et toi tu m’aimes un peu plus fort. Mais il m’aime encore, et moi je t’aime un peu plus fort. Et malgré ça, il m’aime encore, et moi je t’aime un peu plus fort. Mais il m’aime encore, et moi je t’aime un peu plus fort.
So I totes didn't fail my French essay. And didn't die on stage. And I remember why I kept going with music. I always, always seem to forget.

Nothing comes of nothing. First year almost done.