Hier, oh, hier, une boule de nerfs que j'etais.
J'aime pas trop en parler, mais quand meme...
Today I did the write-up for Wind loads for the group project after coming home from Caroline's. Gold Star for me.
Je pense que je dois etre tres enervante, moi.
Il faut que je fasse un effort pour ne pas etre trop agacante.
Donc:
The Wise old owl, sitting on an oak, the more he heard, the less he spoke, the less he spoke the more he heard, why can't I be like that wise old bird?
Pfft but that would be boring, n'est-ce pas?
I would like to teach him French as well, alzo.
He said he has plans for me...special plans. Also a birthday gift. I'm sure I know what it is.
Finished about six chapitres of Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus.
Must keep writing. It's always beautiful on Saturdays when one has to toil and work the load asunder.
Not far off until exams. I quite like the red harrrr. It doesn't look too unnatural, for I have pale skin.
Well walk time.
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