...But if you've had the pleasure (or misfortune, rather) to speak/chat online with me lately, you will know that I still want to die. Everyday. :P

My mother has to put up with all my nonsense. If I'm not complaining about my timetable or whining about how I don't feel like going to school, then I'm contemplating outrageous things out loud. Like:

Jessica: Why am I studying? If I quit now, do you think I need to pay the government a lot of money?

Mummy: YOU DO THAT THEN YOU PAY ME BACK AH!!!

...or...

Jessica: I think I don't want to study full-time. I want to be a part-time student.

Mummy: Then what are you going to do the other half of the time?

Jessica: Nothing. *big annoying grin*

Lalalalalalala.

Actually I'm not sure why I'm even blogging 'cos I've a lot of work to do this week. Like that 1,000 word History essay (which is due next Tuesday and the topics STILL haven't been posted). And studying for next week's French test.

Hey, speaking of French. I have made much much progress...although probably not as much as I should have. Hahahaha. I really hate the homework though. It seems like we have a mini essay to write every weekend, on top of all our workbook exercises. The exercises are not too many actually, but I take soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long to finish them 'cos I'm so lousy I have to keep checking my dictionary every two words or so. :(

Anyway, before I run off to read about Art and the Renaissance in Italy (which should be waaaaaaaaaay more interesting than the politics of the French Revolution), let me leave you with an announcement:

Samantha aime se regarder dans le miroir. Samantha loves to look at herself in the mirror. Which is true of course. :P

Jessica wrote home at 2:01 am