She got on a plane, never to return again.
But always in my heart.

I'm definately fucking around on LJ instead of writing my French composition. It's only 3/4 of a page, and I fucking know this shit by heart, but I can't be arsed.

So what have I been doing this week?

♠ Fuck you, French.
♠ May have lost my internship completely, because one of my letters of reccomendation wasn't in before the deadline. So upset, I almost cried, but I was too dissapointed to have such a strong emotion.
♠ KINGS!
♠ Started running again. Combine altitude with out of shape-ness and you've got one painful pursuit. My roommate and our friend ran with me yesterday, but ditched me today, losers. Can't stand the BURN.
♠ Probably because of that, my digestive system has decided to punish me thoroughly by twisting into a little knot and staying there. Bastard.
♠ Sucessfully made a pot roast in my dorm room with a crock pot. Said roast was eaten in an hour. Makes me feel good about myself, not gonna lie.
♠ Why did I use spades for this? Because I CAN.

So that's it. Seriously, c'est tout. My life is staggeringly boring. I wouldn't blame you for defriending me for my utter lack of anything interesting to say. Which I will continue to post, fair warning.

GOD, I am SO HUNGRY. This is RIDICULOUS. I ate ALL DAY today.

Balls.