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ahah. I need to stop screaming whenever something good happens. my neighbours just knocked on the door and asked if everything was fine, because they heard some odd screaming from here fifteen minutes ago. they also said that they heard weird noises from here a few days ago, and did I know what that was all about?
I WAS SO EMBARRASSED, GUYS. SO EMBARRASSED. they wouldn't go away before I admitted that today was me just screaming because I opened the Royal Air Mail envelope and found my tickets. GAAAAAH. i need to stop humiliating myself in front of my neighbours, omg. I NEED TO STOP IT. *headdesk*

on another note; IT'S 29,3 C INSIDE MY HOUSE. WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. I'M DYING HERE, GUYS, DYING. BOILING. ARGH.

oh, and also:
Frida: well, name someone famous and French.
Alisa: ...um.
F: Napoleon!
A: duh.
F: okay, well... Neil Armstrong?
A: didn't he fly to the moon?
F: oh, damn. the other Armstrong?
A: Louis?
F: THAT'S THE ONE! he was French! the biker!
A: was he?
F: or did he just bike the Tour de France?

WELL, WHAT. YOU NAME SOMEONE FAMOUS AND FRENCH, IT'S NOT THAT EASY.