verbicide | don't go wasting your emotion

I can't stop listening to Abba. The Mamma Mia soundtrack.

I have no idea why I'm not in bed, conked out. I hate these random blips of insomna, prefer it when I'm ready to go to bed by 10:30.

It's sad, but I'm gleefully looking forward to Presiden't Day, the next long weekend.

I love my French instructor. She's leaving tomorrow for France, to see her new boyfriend for ten days. Talk about a long distance relationship. But she's so very much in love, it's kind of awesome to behold. Also, she has amazing style and is very charming. I can't help but admire her. Feels a little bit like the Diane Lane- Lindsay Duncan relationship in Under a Tuscan Sun. Except she's not insane or delusional. She made my night tonight with some very unexpected compliments.

Um. Have to sleep. HAVE TO SLEEP NOW NOW NOW NOW.

*drags self off to bed*

EDIT: If you don't hit post, the entry will not be posted. *face palm*

Also: Mornings are fucking VILE.