Aujourd'hui j'ai dû présenter un discours français de dix minutes. C'était un peu difficile, mais pour la plupart je suis très fière quand je pense à ce que j'apprenais depuis j'avais commencé à étudier le français. Maintenant je dois étudier le calcul à cause du fait que j'ai un examen le lendemain soir.
But I really don't want to. The only thing keeping me motivated is knowing that on Friday morning, I'll be taking a bus to the city to fly to my favorite city in the world.
I have decided that my dream job is to be a nurse anesthetist or neonatal CNS at Cedar Sinai. I'll make it there someday as long I remain healthy, fit, and sane, of this I am confident.
Life is such a marvelous adventure. Though it may be silly to fear the inevitable, something that truly terrifies me more than anything else is death. I yearn to see absolutely everything, I really do. I am so easily fascinated by life, people, things around me, and I have yet to decide if this is good or bad. Am I naïve, or is it that I have yet to become jaded to the nuances of everything (people, language, culture, music, and so on) that make life intriguing? Perhaps both.
I'm rambling as means of procrastination and the mishmash of this jumble of words is only growing as a type.
Goodnight, and good luck.