and omg, basically France has a new president and EVERYONE ON FACEBOOK is suddently SO into politics and it’s PATHETIC not to mention annoying as fuck especially because despite living in this country for like 12 years (ok, there was one year where i was in scotland but whatever it was like not even one year more like 9 months) i cannot vote because basically if i change my nationality to french my whole family is going to disown me.
and in italy i don’t even need to vote cause the presidents do stuff like having sex with minors which leads to things like random new presidents who’s like “TAXES are always the right answer” and you’re like well ok then.
tomorrow at 6pm my exams are over and i am done with uni till september which is awesome except i’ll be working.
i just want it to be tomorrow at like 6.45pm when i’ll be at my boyfriend’s house and we can just lie down and i can just touch his hair/face/body and cuddle him to death until i forget all about this past week of revision where i barely saw him/any other human being.
i went to mc donald’s and spaced out because i was confused, i had forgotten that so many people/things/colours/burgers/tv screens actually existed in the real world. studying is driving me mentallllll.
helend and i just spent like 45 minutes imagining how if we ever graduate we’ll make fun of our patient’s weird ass diseases like ideomotor apraxia we’d be all like “i asked the dude to grab that pen and he couldn’t like what the fuck who does that? so i called all the nurses and was like hey guys check this out this guy can’t grab a pen LOL we all had a good laugh”
and so on.
i am a terrible human being who should never be a psychologist, actually i should never like interact with other people.
i swear to god, if i receive ONE more text/call for “Fred”, the previous owner of my telephone number”, i will destroy something.
it’s been ONE YEAR, if you really gave a shit about Fred, you’d know he/she has changed their number! jesus fuck, not only do i get a text for every occasion (Christmas, Easter, Fred’s birthday) but Fred also decided to go to the hospital last month so i had to receive a dozen of “get better fred!” and NOW he’s apparently invited to a wedding and they need pictures of him for a montage.
well my dear Fred, if you don’t tell people you’ve changed your phone number TWELVE MONTHS AGO, i’m pretty sure you don’t deserve to be in their fucking montage,
i’ve started watching Game of Thrones cause my friend Caroline was like “it’s basically history stuff and people having sex” and i was like ok, GREAT and for now (ok i’m at the fifth minute of the first episode but still) there’s only been horses and dead people cut into little pieces.
i hope it gets better.
