February 2012
9 posts
Glee is just rocking my socks. It’s worth saving multiple episodes for one sitting.
valentine's in montréal
= being full of foie gras and red wine
After talking to the Dean, he suggested this:
master’s
PhD in water management engineering
and it begins.
I am committing myself to two more years in Montréal.
As I am applying to do a master’s.
In bioresource engineering. Which is a mix of engineering, water, soil, agriculture, and food sciences, and then to the extreme at which I would take it, nutrition.
It only took 6 years, but I’m finally going into something that may have some sort of application to the real...
grown-ups
I’m not there yet, and won’t be anytime soon. I don’t regularly do my laundry, I don’t regularly clean the bathroom, and I never make my bed. I need at least those three to considered a grown-up.
“am I wasting my time here, dancing?”
I ask my professor. Conversations between us are a bit…no one is really getting their point across.
She speaks Spanish. I speak English. We both try to speak french, but she has a better grasp on the language than I.
After a question about summer programs, I asked her this question. She told me no. Out of everyone in class, I have the...
i should write so much. of love. of jealousy. of helplessness. of being emotional. of being so clueless. of being afraid i’ve lost me. of being poor. of having dreams, and then having other dreams.
fuck.
i don’t feel like writing anything. there is lots to write, but it reads boring. that seems to be the first word that’s coming out of my mouth lately. fuck.
fuck. fuck. fuck.
I’m so stagnant.
I want a job. I want to study. I don’t want to be bored and have so much free time. This isn’t me and I’m not made for this. I’m made for stress, for...
1st class: 3 people
2nd class: 2 people
3rd class: 6 people
Guess I’m getting more popular!