Est-ce que je me suis levé du pied gauche?

Lovely photo. <3

I love and hate French at the same time. It’s interesting to know how these two totally opposite emotions can co-exist inside this malnourished body of mine. Maybe that’s the exact reason why I’m feeling kinda insane right now. My heart is throbbing like shit. BOOM BOOM POWWWWWW! BOOM BOOM POWWWWW! Yeah the beat goes something like that. My mind is being boggled in a similar fashion as boggling  jueteng balls or bingo chips or birth-control pills. And my scrotum shrivels to the mere sound of the words “homework”, “essays”, “oral exams”, “assessments”. GAAAAAAAAARHHHHH I HATE THIS. *defenestrates meself* I guess that given that this circumstance of life is a subset of all possible circumstances of life in IB,  I should not be complaining at all. But I can’t help it! >.<

In less than two weeks, I have written almost a hundred pages of notes for French.  Mind you. WRITTEN. You know, using pen and paper? I have sacrificed my five other subjects and my ToK essay for the sake of  studying French. You know why?  Because I need to understand French grammar and build up my vocabulary – nouns, verbs, adjectives, adverbs, whatever – ASAP. Because my French oral exam is this month,  according to an unreliable source, and I still can’t fucking speak in French.

Je ne suis pas en forme, like seriously.