the twenty fifth.

This morning, I made myself buttered toast and warm cocoa. I sat at a clean counter and read a National Geographic article on Mongolia. I went to mon cours d'histoire and learnt about Watergate and the end of the Vietnam War. I am determined, by the end of this year, to be somewhat fluent in French. 

Also, I went to the movies today  - something I haven't done in months - and saw the Ides of March and the previews for J. Edgar and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I desperately want a nose ring and feel I am not complete without one. 

Someone once told me that I wouldn't make it as a journalist. I am determined to prove them wrong.