Say you love me Jack.

This man has been sent to earth for me to marry....I am sure of it. He's blummin hilarious and hes dead nice to look as well. Je l'aime. I can see our future together already....him cracking jokes whilst I comb our children's hair and we all larf heartily together.
Oh and his name is Jack Whitehall btw and he's a comedian.

That drumbeat.

I am in the middle of my orals and every time I think of Friday...the day I finish school for good, I get such a feeling of excitement and happiness that I don't think I've ever felt before. The end of the first chapter of my life is so bloody close and so is the beginning of the next one. However all the exams and being stuck in the house has meant I have been taking a lot of pointless photographs...so I am sorry for that. The ones above I am wearing some floral tights on my head and my bal du bac dress :) I have this urge to die my hair red or copper but everyone is doing atm. They're all copying Florence ....maybe next year...

Fish are jumping and the cotton is high.

Blue-eyed freak.

Her head spins around and around 'till she falls down.

Don't ever forget.

These are some photos from the bbq/camping our year had. To be honest I can't remember that much of the night a part from the fact that I drank more than I probably have in my life, which is probably why I felt drunk until the afternoon of the day after. It was a hell of a lot of fun and I think a really nice way to end the written Bacs. I am really going to miss everyone next year.

If only.

These are a few of my favourite things at the moment off Asos. If only I had un peu d'argent...

Le Bal.

After an incredible amount of browsing and indecisiveness, I have finally made up my mind on my bal du bac outfit. I am not sure yet whether I will wear the earring as well but we shall see. I love the shoes- they were in the sale and there was only one pair left in my size!! After I ordered the shoes, I checked the site and they were sold out. Thank you lordy! All from Asos.

Title.

Well my writtens are over...finalement...These past two weeks have been quite horrible. The first ones went well but towards the end I just could not be fagged to work and ended up going on the computer. Now it gets real scary with the orals and I am seriously shitting myself for them! I tend to dread them in advance which makes me a whole lot more nervous...I have been dreading the orals since I first found out they existed. But this weekend is breaktime and our year is doing a camping bbq magig which will be...interesting...I'm sure. The last time we went to that campsite, it was a couple of years ago on merite jeunesse. We got all completely wasted and came home quite ashamed. :S My mother is going loopy giving me all this stuff to take for Paris next year. I have got about 500 mugs...How many friends does she think I'll have to make tea for?