Yaaahaaah!
I'm a Goddess too.
I'll prove it and you'll call me that too.
And here's a nice drawing of people involved in adult activities on a latin test sheet. I know. Don't thank me.
I hate the world's mediocrity.
I don't know where to put my monologue, and everyone around me is sleeping. I wouldn't speak for them anyway.
Des vapeurs Flaubertiennes m'emplissent, je sens sa plume s'agiter sous ma peau, et moi, Emma, non pas Bovary mais Emma tout de même hein, vomir ces élans d'encre sèche et vieillie.
I might have been too far with this novel, but studying Madame Bovary is actually way more fascinating than I would have thought.
Rambles, second paragraph.
I hate the world's mediocrity, as the author, and the disappointing reality, as the character.
Penser être au dessus de celle-ci est une fatale erreur. (Note; remind it forever.)
I also hate not being able to see my neighbours partying because the blinds are closed. I really like watching people's agitation in the middle of the calmness of the night. (And no, I'm not a weird psychopath. Wait. Are all psycopaths weird?)
The funniest thing is that this shit will be published in two minutes or so, and that no smart pair of eyes will ever see it. The funniest thing is that I'm not hoping that anyone will read it. Unlike most of the people that post journals and that never get read.
And if you read that, bad you, just go read people who publish for you and need your attention!
Because I don't. :3