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I've been focusing the past few days in this week, and amidst all of the work and stress, it's almost Thursday already. Where do these days go by? I have an exciting homework assignment on my agenda for French class, and I decided I wanted to create separate blog for it. Twice a week, after reading passages from Le Petit Prince, a sociological commentary by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, I must write a short entry on my opinions of the book. Mind you, it must be in French. I would continue it from this blog, yet I don't exactly want Madame reading entries about intoxication and how my days are spent in self-loathing. That's a bit morbid.


SAT scores come out tomorrow, and I am beyond terrified. That feeling of horrid anticipation as you await a major result for something that could determine where you will be in twenty years, or for the rest of your life for that matter, is like a looming, gray cloud right above my head. It follows me, just waiting to pour rain down, heavy and hard. Sometimes, rain is the epitome of a dreary existence. Yet other times, it's beautiful and gives me a sensation unlike any other. Let's hope it's the latter of the two.

If you would like to read mon premier blog entry of Amour et Le Petit Prince, click here.

Maybe I should run away from home this weekend, just to get to the gist of life. It's like squeezing your toes in the damp sand of an abandoned beach, far far away, with nothing to call you back except the gulls encircling in the distance, in a sun-lit, azure sky.

Oh, and by the way - fuck Valentine's Day.