De rien

Mr jones seems to think i write rather well. On the rare occasions when i write to him. His exact words were, "It's like a poem, but in prose". To what avail, i wonder. Why do we write when we do write, anyway?

Sometimes i write to convey a message, or analyse a situation, which usually hit bulls-eyes. I am very good at that. ;) Sometimes i write to tug at heart-strings, which can only work si vous n'êtes pas sans coeur, no offense. Sometimes i write to find solace. And sometimes i just babble to let my thought bubbles rise.

Hard to tell which one it is tonight.

LOL. I just discovered another kind. I write when i can't sleep. Funny, haha. Not funny! I should be sleeping so i can wake up early to make that open house tomorrow. But i made the mistake of falling asleep at 9pm and here i am! Well, i was tired after a day of non-stop work and that gruelling routine at gym! :(

Without further ado, here are some unsleepy babble pour vous.

I just realized i was MIA for a whole week! Blogwise. Primarily because i am trying to ditch this virtual world and spend my time in the real world. Doing real things, You know, like in the old-fashioned way. It is hard to get a hit on my frequency, but you can't blame a girl for trying, can ya? :-P Jokes aside, i had a crazy busy week. Mr jones appeared on my radar twice and as usual end result was big fight. Sigh. I think i am getting kinda old for that.

French test was goooood...i scored 95%...whoa! No, seriously, i was so focused on the partie orale and composition that i kind of breezed through the grammar part. Which means overlooking some 's' here and there! Eeek, someone should be less cocky with her grammatical prowess, i guess and actually double check the work. A small consolation is that my prof told the prof who came to evaluate her (on wednesday) that i was her best student. And how do i know this? The said evaluator happens to be my very close friend! Imagine my surprise to find her sitting in my french class. Yeah, it was kinda awkward, i tell you!

That reminds me, the boy again came and sat right beside me. He is so breaking the one blank seat between every two persons rule. This is a class of 5 with 35 available chairs! On top of that he chided me for looking backward (at other students) when prof asked us to pair up to discuss something. "You know you don't have to look that far away, i am right here." Ah, that's precisely why! I was rescued by a third student joining the group thus unpairing us. Or was i?

Hmm, maybe i should just talk to him instead and make a friend out of him. Oui, c'est une bonne idée!

Still unsleepy. Sing me a lullaby?