I can’t write the show for the Moulin Rouge! Why not? I don’t even know if I am a true bohemian revolutionary. What? Do you believe in beauty? Yes Freedom? Yes, of course Truth? Yes Love? Love, above all things, I believe in love. Love is like oxygen, love is a many-splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love! See you can’t fool us! You’re the voice of the children of the revolution.
Today, I was emailing my professor about what chapters our test is on this afternoon. She accidentally emailed me informing me of the date she went on last night, including that she “got laid… yay!!” and a picture. I still don’t know what chapters I’m being tested on. FML