nuit

bleh. I finished my essay late and it's 500 words short. It's not like I didn't try or do any research. I would just read all of this stuff and look at my blank computer screen. I would type a sentence mull over it and hope in vain another would conjure itself magically on the screen, ALas, that was not so. work is okay, lame but good and rehearsal is fun but the pressure is on.
i wish i could stir some trouble make life more interesting, but I'm not that girl so I'm not