messed up..

as i look around i see only heaps and heaps of all kinds of stuff that altogether make up this one big horrible mess. i wonder if i'll ever manage to clean it all up at once. probably not. i'm so ashamed, but i just don't have the strength..

maybe next week..

or the one after that..

i'm evil..

paris, je t'aime, i really do

saw paris, je t'aime yesterday..

i can't actually say it's great or wonderful or awesome.. it's all this and more..

it's a project in which 22 directors co-operated in (can't have been easy).. each of them has about six minutes to express their thoughts on the two main themes - paris and love..

quite extraordinary.. i personally loved not one but seven of these mini-movies (but that doesn't make the rest bad.. well, one was weird..)
- Montmartre by Bruno Podalydés
- Tuileries by Joel and Ethan Coen with fantastic Steve Buscemi
- Bastille by isabel Coixet (i read about this one and was very expectant - and it really was a real short film, with all a short film needs and has..)
- Parc Monceau by Alfonso Cuarón with Nick Nolte and shot as a single shot
- Pigalle by Richard LaGravenese with stunning Fanny Ardant and Bob Hoskins
- Pere-Lachaise by Wes Craven with my fave Rufus Sewell (and Oscar Wilde *thumbs up*)
- 14e by Alexander Payne (who played Oscar Wilde before) told by an american tourist with her rough french (with a very heavy US accent:) brilliant

overall: brilliant for us, paris-lovers

urgh, just get it done, will ya?

ok, apart from the rain, today is a pretty good day..

i'm starting to get at least a bit nervous which is probably a good sign and we managed to get a paper where the biology questions are all paired up.. stg positive at last..

i just hate everybody asking about my study plan. i have one, that's true, but i don't really follow it.. *headdesk* it's so exhausting.. i want to get it done and finally let this huge rock fall from my shoulders..

too much pressure.. i don't like that.. it makes me lazier.. a paradox

aurevoir ou adieu?

i'm not nervous, yet.. it almost makes me nervous.. i'm supposed to be freaking out by now.. the finals in less than a week and i'm still pretty much ok and sensible. i keep hearing about my fellow classmates throwing up with nervosity - what?! i mean, it's not that big a deal..

or is it?

first big exam of our student life. one by one we go inside the room to prove a band of teachers that we really learned something during the past eight years.. it's bullshit.. i don't remember a thing from the past eight years in school, at least nothing relevant.. so i guess we'll see.. and improvise..

well hello, here i come..

um, i dunno how to express my thoughts today..

does everything have to have a point? everybody's asking for reasons.. for everything nowadays..

i don't like that. i like doing things pointlessly. ya know, stuff like blowin' bubbles while walking through the crowded city and not b/c i want to attract attention. just because..

just because life is great and it sucks at the same time and i love it and hate it at once and it hurts so much i could cry but then heals up all my troubles without requiring my action..

and this doesn't make any sense at all.. well, c'est la vie