2005-06-11
my french calendar predicts the near future.
Well now the damn thing works.
I've only been trying to change my layout all morning. For the love of Pete. Thank god, buddha, allah, jehovah, aliens, whatever Tent-Boy is buying me gold stati for six months as part of my grad present.
Speaking of which...
At two o'clock today I graduate. This is Ahna, nervous as fuck. Twitter twitter, [insert scary finger motions that mimic a rodent that i do when nervous]oh mah lawd.
Please in the name of all that is supposedly holy, please please please don't let me do the following at graduation today:
1.)Trip and fall on stage
2.)Bawl like a baby till snot drips down
3.)A combination of the two above
Mmkay thanks.
Quote of the day:"See you tomorrow at grdauation!"-[Sambo]--yeah, thanks for reminding me about the most important day of my eighteen years...
French phrase de jour:Souris et tiens-toi droit!(Soo-ree eh tyeh(n) twah dwah) Smile and stand up straight--perfect advice for potential-falling down-stage-incident