finale.

so i took my french final. i'm pretty sure i didn't do too good, but i'm hoping against hope, all that kinda stuff. today was the last day at kids' place AND ARMON SHOWED UP! omg, i ain't realize how much i loved that little boy. he is truly my heart. [ keeps him ] i got the three little rascals to work with, asa, justus, and michael. them three... ooh boy. it was a handful tryna keep all of them working. justus was decent to handle - all i had to tell him was that it was a mission and he'd be on point. asa? oh boy. this kid had to do a cartwheel or run every five seconds. and michael? "i'm not doing this page, okay?" "no, you have to, michael" "NOOOOO THAT'S NOT FAAAAIIIIRRRR" i got through it, though.

i lost my ID card.

i got a paper to write. 6-8 pages. haven't started it. i'm thinking of pulling an all-nighter or just writing all tomorrow. something about the constructions of what a female should be in the literary world being broken down by Zora Neale Hurston. eeehhh. or maybe the constant construction of the strong, independent (but not anti-male) female in her stories contrasted by the females in Tell My Horse? i don't know.

i'm tiiiiired, kinda. i'mma work for like an hour, then head to sleepy-bye. he probably won't call me =/? don't know yet. haven't heard from him in a while, but it's whatever butit'sreallynotbecauseireallymisshim? meeeehhh. i'mma play a game for a bit while i work, lmao.

lmao @ that convo with santana and chris. y'alls a trip. yawll come back round naow, ya hear?!


peace.