Damn! It 's a week waiting to be interrogated in greek, and Italian history: I have the awful suspicion that next week I will hit all these misfortunes, and three consecutive ... It 's funny, I am reminded of the myth of the three Fates: Clotho row, Lachesis measure, cut Atropos. Greek demoralizes me, knocks me Italian history and gives me the coup de grace. All square.
Monday then there will be an exchange of teachers between the hours of history / philosophy and biology / chemistry, so if questions on that day perhaps I can introduce a decent preparation, but if questioned Wednesday ... be ', then I will be immersed in the feces up to their necks, because they are almost certain to be questioned in greek. Porco lemurs.
For Italian does not speak, are still in the stool, I can only hope you do not ask me Tuesday, because then I hung with the scart cable ... Or I could use the piano as the forefront of the guillotine, uhm ...
I welcome suggestions for more dead poetic.
Gold painted
stretches the waves on the sea
evening.
For Italian does not speak, are still in the stool, I can only hope you do not ask me Tuesday, because then I hung with the scart cable ... Or I could use the piano as the forefront of the guillotine, uhm ...
I welcome suggestions for more dead poetic.
Gold painted
stretches the waves on the sea
evening.
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