February 2012
I want to sleep so badly right now. But instead, I’m going to work on my paper. Or try to.
I have a job interview on Friday morning over the phone and it will be in French. I am doomed.
“If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.”
– Zora Neale Hurston (via psych-quotes)
chirographyandlife asked: I had a dream about you last night. I'm not sure where we were, but definitely in one of your exotic apartments downtown. The thing was, your English was so poor. You were like an ESL student and I kept wracking my brain for why you were no longer fluent in English (because I've known you for so long), and yet you kept insisting you had only been in Canada for a short while. I woke up...
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I have no idea what that Tumblr staff Starbucks thing is but I swear I am not posting it. Ugh. Spam.
I’m off to Mexico after class today. These last few classes are killing me. Mexico mexico mexico. Oh man. I won’t have internet. First world problems. I’m just worried about job interview requests and missing them. Ah well. Time to enjoy the sunshine.
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