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I want chocolate!
I'm so so sick. I don't get nervous before exams, but I get the flu instead. Every single time I have an IMPORTANT exam, this happens, and then I've got to carry around tissues in my pockets and the snotty used tissues in the other; with my nose running and head pounding while I try and concentrate in one of the fucking most important test in my life.
I think I did ok in the test, though, even when the actual thing was more difficult than the horrible course I've been going to for the last two weeks. The Spanish part was fine, and I got bored watching the ceiling and praying for tissues when I ended before the deadline. I was five minutes late for the Math part since I had gone running to the bathroom to steal toilet paper before my kleenex ran out, and I couldn't manage to do two exercises. By the end of the two-hour test, the people next to me looked as if they very much wanted to move their chairs away from the girl who just couldn't stop blowing her nose, and I probably had been ashamed for the next four years in university. (oh well, that had to happen sooner or later, anyway.)
Then came the English part, a new thing in this test, since it's only a diagnosis to check the english level, since the schools from goverment don't actually have english classes. I found it ridiculously easy (I mean, come on, what's the mistake?: Edna red dress has a. likes it, she. No kidding.), but then the people around me started giving up and sighing and looking real troubled. By then, I was too achey to actually feel proud of myself, and since I couldn't leave until the 45 minutes of that part, I spent the last 25 staring at nothing and praying (once again) for more tissues. By the time I was finally out, I decided I deserved it and broke my diet (which I'm planning to drop anyway. 51 kg is okay, damnit!). and ate three really big and delicious tacos and chocolate milk. Quite tasty. Then I ate pizza... And tacos again as dinner. And now I just want it to be tomorrow so my aunt comes back and my cousins will stop bringing chaos to my home. And I've got to write lots but I'm still not able to keep my nose away from a tissue for more than ten minutes straight.
And now I should stop rambling, but I can't breath and I feel like shit. I just had to take it out.
I think I did ok in the test, though, even when the actual thing was more difficult than the horrible course I've been going to for the last two weeks. The Spanish part was fine, and I got bored watching the ceiling and praying for tissues when I ended before the deadline. I was five minutes late for the Math part since I had gone running to the bathroom to steal toilet paper before my kleenex ran out, and I couldn't manage to do two exercises. By the end of the two-hour test, the people next to me looked as if they very much wanted to move their chairs away from the girl who just couldn't stop blowing her nose, and I probably had been ashamed for the next four years in university. (oh well, that had to happen sooner or later, anyway.)
Then came the English part, a new thing in this test, since it's only a diagnosis to check the english level, since the schools from goverment don't actually have english classes. I found it ridiculously easy (I mean, come on, what's the mistake?: Edna red dress has a. likes it, she. No kidding.), but then the people around me started giving up and sighing and looking real troubled. By then, I was too achey to actually feel proud of myself, and since I couldn't leave until the 45 minutes of that part, I spent the last 25 staring at nothing and praying (once again) for more tissues. By the time I was finally out, I decided I deserved it and broke my diet (which I'm planning to drop anyway. 51 kg is okay, damnit!). and ate three really big and delicious tacos and chocolate milk. Quite tasty. Then I ate pizza... And tacos again as dinner. And now I just want it to be tomorrow so my aunt comes back and my cousins will stop bringing chaos to my home. And I've got to write lots but I'm still not able to keep my nose away from a tissue for more than ten minutes straight.
And now I should stop rambling, but I can't breath and I feel like shit. I just had to take it out.
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Sorting ceremony sounds like fun. We could sort them into: Sweet and cudley, Hot and sultry, Angsty and pouting, and, Sexy beyond words. Then it's only matter to do the matches and stuff!
Yes, yes I second Jonathan Rhys-Meyers.*drools* In all honesty, I haven't read Velvet Goldmine ('cause apparently, it never was showed on cinemas in here, my city being the most traditionalist of Mexico and at the same time, the one with more homosexual population. We are irony on feet, I tell you) but I've longed to see it for a while now. Nevertheless, I googled him a few days ago, and I just COULDN'T stop drooling. He's too hot for life, really.
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Totally agree with the categories. We can pair them up in different combinations, so every day, we'll have something new to watch. And if there's a couple, that's just as well, because, come on, who can deny true love?
I don't know if they ever showed VG here; if they did, that was before I knew about it. I wanted (and got) the video for Christmas after reading a glamrocky R/S fanfic, and watched it again and again and again, until I almost knew all the lines by heart. *g* But yeah, JRM is just hotness alive. You just want to snog his pouty lips and run your fingers through his hair and touch his cheekbones and mmmhmmm. :) *sighs dreamily*
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Oh yes, a couple would make things much more interesting; just imagine the love triangles and intrigues between them *head exploades with the possibilities*
You read it too? Fairy Boys, isn't it, [Bad username or site: thieving gypsy @ livejournal.com] (I love that fic, it's so glitterificly hot). I'll try and find the movie, since the thought of too hot for words JMR and lovable Ewan snogging melts my brain, oh yes.
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(Nah, there'll only be a revolution... we'll treat our
minionspeople kindly... give them lotsa chocolate to keep them happy... and snogging... Motto - maybe "All is good that is midgety"?)no subject
Oh, the motto sounds about right! now we have everything ready! (you know, all but the castle and stuff, but that's easily remedied.)I guess the sacrifice of chocolate will we worthy to keep our
soap opera actorsfanning man happy.