la flaca

I need divine intervention! I’m not gonna make it! I’m not gonna make it! .. Three weeks time to hand in my Dissertation and I still have to write more than half of it in half the time! I’m even praying to San Jose de Cupertino, Saint of students, (yes, I believe in God, Mary, the saints, the angels, ghosts, everyone above). Why did I came to do a master degree? Why did I came so far away from home, Why?... Crap, tomorrow I have an emergency meeting with my supervisors, and I have to show my draft, ha! Draft.. is that a club in Ibiza? . I’m sure they are going to yell at me, Julienne might even have a heart attack, gosh.

I have only had this feeling once, years ago, at uni; it was 5am and I was still working on mi model for a 7am presentation with Lenoir and his chambers of torture (those who’ve been in his class know what I mean). I remember calmly staring at my model, accepting the defeat. I’m tired of eating sandwiches and drinking coffee, thanks to God and the Internet, at least now we don’t have to listen 500 times the same CD.

And although everyone around me is working on their dissertations as well, I feel that I’m doing worse than everyone. Hope my mom is praying for me, she is a saint, they will listen to her. From now on I’m going to be a good girl, for real. I’ll light a candle tonight.

Me quedan tres semanas, a ver si la libro. Y todo mundo anda en friega, pero no se, yo siento que voy peor que todos. Ojala mi mamacita santa este rezando por mi, a ella si le hacen caso, no que a mi, pecadora, ya voy a llevar una vida dedicada al bien, enserio. Hoy si prendo la veladora.