juggling three MSN conversations, one Windows Media video of Damien Rice singing Woman Like a Man like a madman, one Leaky Cauldron, the empty Aquaboard, a Damien Rice rare mp3 page which doesn't work and updating LJ is bound to end in tragedy. like when you accidentally click on a link and delete everything you've written.

You wanna be rich

You wanna be kitch

You wanna be the bastard of yourself

school officially ended three hours ago. i should have called Kristal an hour ago, but i was typing the entry. maybe she's already watching a film? there's a whole lot of infutility here.

the French exam was funny in that i actually revised the verbs. it's probably the exam that i needed least revision for, but je l'aime bien. it's the satisfaction of knowing when to use the subjunctive, isn't it? (although i'm convinced that one uses the future after esperer, while no one agress with me.)

i was still writing my so-called essay about living in a castle in the clouds with Matt and Ben and legalising polygamy when my teacher showed me my semester average - 95.5, thanks. we talked throughout the process of examing. then we ate some fruit.

three MSN conversations turned into four, then 2, now everyone is away and i feel the need for AIM...

ETA 10:15 pm: i've succumbed to it. find me on AIM at another little

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