The Room to Brain Correlation and the Brain to Blog Post Correlation

Maybe it's just me—most likely just me—but my room usually reflects my current mental state. On any normal day it'll have a normal amount of disorganization, but during finals week its explosively horrifying. I guarantee that the first day of break it'll be back to normal again, when my stress levels have lowered. Actually from here on out I have pretty easy finals: Band, English, and—well Trig will probably be awful but at least I got most of the hard ones out of the way up front. Finals also hinder my ability to stay on topic regarding anything, so this blog post is, like, four combined into one.

Parlez vous français? Oui oui!

In eighth grade my french teacher had a sweating problem and in ninth grade my french teacher was legally blind and couldn't hear a lick of anything and this year my french teacher is pretty good, but I still really hate french class.

Here are a few phrases that I do enjoy though:

• S'est blockée! Imagine jumping around and screaming that when the school's overly protective internet censoring system won't let you on a website.
• Sondage. A survey? I don't know; it has a nice ring to it.
• Je ne sais pas! Quelle est la date? Je ne sais pas. Tu s'appelle comment? Je ne sais pas. Vous êtes un con! Je ne sais pas.
• Oh mon Dieu. SACREBLEU! Actually instead of oh my goodness, I've started saying oh mon Dieu a lot.

I've even noticed that a few weird words have replaced themselves in my mind. Like, I don't even think of the English word first. These include le paysage and les filles. No reason in particular, just weirdness.

Whilst browsing the tubes of you, I found this regarding when THE WORLD WILL END:

Oh Youtube, you know exactly how to make my day. By the way, my calendar ended on the thirty-first of December of 2004, so I don't think we have too much to worry about, because I haven't died yet.

I just finished reading Along for the Ride by Sarah Dessen. This is my second consecutive Sarah Dessen book and the second book I've red where the protagonist's parent is an author. For some reason writers who write about writers weird me out.

A paradox . . . Answer truthfully "yes" or "no" to the following question: will the next word you say be "no"? Uhmmmmmmmmmmm, no.


Have a fun friday, though there are only thirty minutes of it left.