Posting for the Sake of Posting

It's only been a month. I'm still alive, so don't get your hopes up. It will take more than just schoolwork-from-hell to snuff my life out. :D

Hmm..so what can transpire in a month? Quite a lot, apparently. New people, new friends, new ahemprospectsahem...it's been a good, albeit exhausting, month. I've also made a number of realizations, one of which is the reason why my French was disastrous beyond compare during the last semester. The reason has been revealed to me through Divine Intervention...nah I kid. I merely exercised my self-control, refused to touch the computer (and the Internet, but that's intangible anyway), stopped myself from blogging and bloghopping, reading fanfiction, playing Neopets (what? It's fun.) and instead focused all my dreary nights on French (14 and 15) and German (10 and 11). And believe me, what I've learned within this month is more than what I've learned in a whole year (not to mention that my class standing is looking waaaaay better than Robert Pattinson. Take that, Twitards!) :D

Er..yeah. Hehe. I was that bad of a slacker. BUT I've changed! Swear! :D

Speaking of classes, I have the best set of professors a student can have within a single semester. First up, is my French 14/15 prof, Monsieur Ecclesiastes Papong. He is a RIOT! And I mean that in a totally positive way. He will enter the room in a no-nonsense way while toting his huge boombox, say "On va commence" and then...the learning and the bullshitting and the crazy fun starts. He's definitely the best French prof I've ever had. Next is Frau Roorkee Ong, my Deutschlehrerin. She is, again, as undescribable as Monsieur Papong. She's this tall, stately woman who looks like a rockstar despite her stern countenance. And for me, she is! And she draws upon personal "Europe" experiences in class, which makes learning from her all the more refreshing and worthwhile. I haven't been this relaxed in a language class. Ever.

Oh. In less than a week, Harry Potter and the Halfblood Prince will hit the theaters. Do I need to tell you how psyched I am? Nah, I don't. But I'll tell you anyway (just for the heck of it). I. AM. SO. UNBELIEVABLY. ABSOLUTELY. UNDENIABLY. PSYCHED. Really. Truly. Deeply. (Do I sound like I'm obsessed? Nope, not obsessed. Just...enamored. Caught. Entranced. With what, you ask? Why, with the story's pure genius, of course! Harry Potter (the book, not the character) is actually what attracted the millions of readers, not some undead pedophile from some obscure book. (Sorry. Can't resist.) :D

Anyhow..I am aware that my writing right now isn't exactly lucid..so..I'm going to make myself scarce. Right now. Ja.