Vic, French, and Me

I was really hyper at school this afternoon. I was bloody excited because I spent the whole day working on an application form for Vic College to teach history. Fun. Not. But then I was happy when I finished it. I hate filling in application forms. They take so long, and it's the same thing over and over again. I doubt I'll get the job, but it's fun to dream.

I just came home from French. I've only got like, two months until my oral exam. I finished my presentation tonight, which I'm chuffed about. And I'm done with all of my questions. I'm sick to death of them, but now I've got to memorise them. I think I might start taking them to school with me and getting Gilles or Marylene to practice with me.

My nephew is joining the Army. I'm really proud of him. He's a good kid. His birthday is today, too. He turns 24. Happy birthday, Lyle. Love you.

Skins tonight. Effy tried to kill herself last week. Fun.

Check out The Baseballs. Cool music covers. Lyndon loves them. Here's a sample.