have you ever seen Frenchie yawn?

okidoki. officially the exams are over. unofficially they might all happen again in august or next may. that is if i'm lucky. and then at one point i'm supposed to decide what i want to do. because i know so well. haha. also there is a short course in csms called finding your comedy voice. someone suggested i take that course. ouch.
mummy is coming on thursday. i.e. tomorrow which is great because i miss her and i've been sort of jealous seeing all the parents go through here within the last few weeks (except for frenchie, but she goes to france quite often anyways). also even though i'm a GROWN-UP now i still want mummy's shoulder to cry on about the miserable exams that definately are an example how the empty part of my brain can also produce thoughts. just thoughts that do not follow each other nor particularly mean anything.
the expo in france is approaching rather fast. much to do. have not done much at all. bad news is that the gallery said no, so now it'll probably be held in some dump in the middle of nowhere.
i've had guests for the past week or so whom i have not seen at all. partly because of the exams but also because i didn't want to. they are leaving today. and M-the-estonian-british-gentleman-eccentric is coming to stay for a night. not in my bed. in the study of course. i'm not sure he even does womens' beds. well maybe. but it doesn't matter. i like him. he is usually great fun in a really weird sense.
and tonight is the beer and pizza and let-me-pretend-that-i-like-football night. well some of us really do i have heard. like frenchie and mr.Kennedy. also miss Alabama claims to be interested in it but we shall see. if all else fails, there is still two bottles of whiskey in the kitchen. as the young and rather charming lady from (somewhere in) the US put it: I am an al-co-ho-lic. funny it almost reads like ca-tho-lic. summer course, definately.
oh, and it seems that my little lie to the Roman Holiday about going to have dinner with my boyfriends parents actually worked. he does not want to talk to me. well maybe he wants to but he no longer uses full sentences. and claims to no longer like London. supposedly it's too barbaric. as opposed to Rome where the men are so slimy they are actually smooth and civilized? someone explain the logic please. i take grat offence when our city is offended even though i myself hate it half of the time. anyways Roman Holiday is history now. all done.
Anything else.... yes, Divorcee's much-belowed little brother is moving to London next autumn and he just became even more beloved because he decided to spend his first year in the halls/student accommodation to make friends. don't you just love him.
will go now.