Grieved for this unusual silence (Aheum), but these last days were loaded in emotion.
My examinations are finished, I find it difficult to include that the university, it is forever finished (yes because IUFM is not on the campus and it will be a different ambience). Goodbye the campus, goodbye buildings, goodbye the blocked buildings, goodbye five last years of my life. Finally token, I do not put the plough before beef, I have results yet, but this should go.
I cut hair, I very much like.
I am acceptable in IUFM of Strasbourg (not accepted, attention, it differs, I must again send a file and final results will be on July 10th).
I am almost on holiday, in view of the fact that I still work, but I am going to blow, I envisaged full of things: picnic with the girlfriends, without forgetting the coolbox by the similar heat, swimming pool with the girlfriends, shopping with the girlfriends, Toulouse, crossing days at my sponsor to go shopping at the market in fleas-glander in its heavenly garden - to eat home of the singed pie to the trumpet players of death, to go to the throats of Verdon (cancelled Sweden)
Go to need to use it, in 3 months I start Hell
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Says:
May, 25th, on 2009 at 10:56Congratulations! I hope that you will be accepted
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Princess Soso Says:
May, 25th, on 2009 at 21:54You are going to enter the new world
and I am mega for the recipe of the pie singed to the trumpet players of the death which kills because I adoooore engrave knack with mushrooms indoors (euh for the chow sorry, because my guys, I prefer them without mushroom ;-))
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Lisa Says:
May, 28th, on 2009 at 9:03Touwity: Thank you!
Princess Soso: I also love serious. But the pie singed to the trumpet players of death, it is another notch above you sees? Knack, when you eat it, you can not help pushing a rale of pleasure even if your stepmother is in side.
