…and older french-arab men giving me very quiet and suggestive “bonjour”s every five seconds…
THIS. I love you, France.
I miss you France.
(via awesomefrench)
Tuesday I had my first rugby practice of the season
I have not worked so hard and long since high school
Yesterday I went for a run to loosen up
Today standing up and walking are a struggle
Thursday I practice again
Assuming I can move then….
imagine the smell in this car omg
Imagine the rate of Salmonella multiplying uhg!
(via evolutionconstante)
I couldn’t move anymore
Today has been a day. Mostly good, some sadness and frustration and confusion thrown in.
Words to live by.
Swagger
Je swagge
Tu swagges
Il swagge
Nous swaggons
Vous swaggez
Ils swaggentJ’ai swaggé
Je swaggerais
Je vais swagger/Je swaggerai
Que j’eusse swaggé
J’aurais swaggé
J’aurai swaggé
J’avais swaggé
Swaggerons-nous?
A proper lesson in French grammar.
(via awesomefrench)
Yale Joel: American travelers building a sand replica of France’s medieval abbey at Mont-Saint-Michel in the background, July 1948
(via awesomefrench)
I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.
(Source: jonathancarroll.com, via lyla-md-deactivated20130519)
When you end up across from a cute guy at the library and you’re so glad you put some effort into your hair that morning.
You know you live in hockey-country when a shoulder injury is breaking news…
All studying
Still not sure I’m ready for my final tomorrow
Even though I’m rocking the curve in this class already
Eeeeeeeee umm k I’ll stop complaining and get myself some sleep
(Source: all-things-bright-and-beyootiful, via an-invincible-summer)
Blogs are interesting. I think the people I follow are interesting. Or their lives are like mine kind of (every other pre-medblr out there. almost. Ok that’s a lie, very few or I’d get nothing done ever. Especially lambiemd-ish and queenofgenovia). Or they post beautiful pictures (but not in excess - thrillingmethrough and an-invincible-summer). Or they have a hilarious sense of humour that I just adore (I mean you queenofgenovia).
So why do you guys follow me?
My original life reflections?
Everyday student life moment? Heck, just the everyday life stuff?
Am I funny?! Do you… do you think I’m funny? (iwasthelion)
Do you like my Canadian problems?
Do you like the pictures and quotes I have?
I’m just curious.
Share with me?
you’ll pass!
Just what I needed tonight. Tomorrow I have my first two finals… Since last winter semester (because lets be real, France was so chill)… For the two classes I’m most worried about…
But chances are I’ll pass
:)
