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La langue française

Currently doing a 6-week intersession course for French, which I need for two of my courses this September and which I did not have any money for yet went on to take it since not taking it would mean an additional year as an undergrad student. Now I am broke as hell, I don’t have a job, and I’d rather be learning Korean than spending this much effort and time for French. I have a hard time remembering all of the conjugation rules, my vocab is not that great, I understand so much better now but still have lots of trouble speaking. Only one week has passed but I’m already getting lazy. :| 

Ah. Those early mornings when you’re supposed to be sleeping but end up thinking deeply of the things you should have done, things you should be doing, and things you ought to do. 

(PING) Light bulb! I should write a diary in French. It would mean more writing on top of my daily homework and readings and quizzes that I have to study for but… it should be good. C’est une bonne idée! Mais, j’ai un problème, comment peux-je commencer ce projet? 

Was planning on writing more but I’m too lazy now. La bonne nuit à quiconque ceci lisent! J’essaye l’idée que j’ai pensé à. Je ne suis pas sûr si mes phrases sont correctes alors si vouz entendez et voyez mes erreurs, dites-moi!  

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moriartyhasmysuit: twinamericas: 221cbakerstreet: aphotovici: lil-banshee: gaylienz: eviljohnlock-shipper: seaghdhasuil: No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart. Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs? Yes Welcome to Tumblr Oh god it hurts why would you ever The meteor was coming. Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother. “Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice. “Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat. “Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence. “Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding. “Oh.” She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested. “Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?” “Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.”  “How do we play?” One last look at the meteor- it was almost time. “Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach. “Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…” She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself. Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over. why

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No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.

Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?

Yes

Welcome to Tumblr

Oh god it hurts why would you ever

The meteor was coming.

Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.

“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.

“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.

“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.

“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.

“Oh.”

She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.

“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”

“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.” 

“How do we play?”

One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.

“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.

“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”

She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.

Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.

why

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cross off the things you've done

Graduated high school. 
Kissed someone.
Collected something really stupid.
Smoked a cigarette. 
Got so drunk you passed out.
Rode every ride at an amusement park.
Gone to a rock concert.
Helped someone.
Gone fishing.
Watched four movies in one night.
Gone long periods of time without sleep.
Lied to someone.
Snorted cocaine.
Failed a class.
Smoked weed.
Dealt drugs.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado.
Been to a funeral.
Burned yourself. 
Ran a marathon.
Cried yourself to sleep. 
Spent over $200 in one day.
Flown on a plane.
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on.
Written a 10 page letter.
Gone skiing. or snowboarding
Been sailing.
Have a best friend.
Lost someone you loved.
Shoplifted something.
Been to jail.
Dangerously close to being in jail.
Skipped school.
Had detention.
Got in trouble for something you didn’t do.
Stolen books from the library.
Gone to a different country.
Dropped out of school. 
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Had an online diary.
Had a yard sale.
Had a lemonade stand.
Actually made money at the lemonade stand.
Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job.
Swam with dolphins.
Taken a lie detector test.
Gone to sea world.
Voted for someone on a reality TV show.
Written poetry.
Read more than 20 books a year.
Gone to Europe.
Loved someone you shouldn’t have.
Used a coloring book over age 12.
Had surgery.
Had stitches. 
Taken a taxi.
Seen the Washington Monument.
Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once.
Overdosed.
Had a drug or alcohol problem.
Been in a fist fight.
Suffered any form of abuse.
Gone surfing in California.
Had a hamster/guinea pig. 
Pet a wild animal.
Used a credit card.
Did “spirit day” at school. 
Dyed your hair.
Got a tattoo.
Got straight A’s.
Been on the Honor Roll.
Know someone with HIV or AIDS.
Made-out with someone.
Played on a sports team.
Snuck out of the house.
Swore at a teacher. 
Gone laser tagging.
Had a boyfriend/girlfriend.
Been on the TV.
French braided.
Skinny-dipped.
Driven a car.
Performed in front of an audience.
Been in love
Been on a train.
Seen a ghost.
Gone bungee-jumping.
Been to Mexico.
Crashed a car.
Sky dived.
Been kissed in the rain.
Made an 11:11 wish.
Drank alcohol.
Forwarded a chain letter.
Made a mistake.

Crossed out more bad than good, I think. Hope I get to cross out more good things in the future and none of the remaining bad ones.

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“My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy. That some people, unable to go to school, were more educated and more intelligent than college professors.”

— Maya Angelou

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