I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I’ve got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
ning said to drown whatever sorrows i may have (ie if i have any) in alcohol, only to remember:
ning: oh yah but you can't really drink
me: don't you mean i REALLY can't drink??
to my credit (or demerit) i didn't know sangria was alcoholic. or that the sangria had vodka as an extra stimulant. soozey will probably be edified to know that i now know how to swear in swedish vilely enough to get slapped on the streets.
oh, enough. i've gotten my lit module approved at long last, but i begin to wonder if i haven't bitten off more than i can chew. in the same conversation xuzi also said "i think you're the only one who does something clever on exchange, all the rest just go and dance and have fun".
yeah, too clever by half. but i'm not going to be despondent, i will remind myself this is the last time i can do lit, ever, academically-speaking, and enjoy myself. hopefully.
But the prince only looked at the bright side; he did not turn the coat and see the shabby lining.
call me the idiot, twice over, because i see the shabby lining and then turn it over, press it down, pat it firmly into place and smile.
i'll learn to make the cut, we've done it all before