Only yesterday I was told I would participate in the 2nd step of municipal stage of English Olympiad. OH GOD And today I did it. The 2nd step means speaking - you need to make a monologue or a dialogue (or some mix of them) with a random partner. I was so nervous since the very morning, then I got a boy from the gymnasium to be my partner - it made me feel more anxious, because pupils from gymnasiums are usually better prepared for such competitions, and their knowledge is better and deeper. But the theme of conversation turned out to be pretty easy ("Mobile phones - a blessing or a curse?"), and during our dialogue I realized that I wasn't worse in English than the boy, we were pretty equal. But we misunderstood the task: instead of making monologues and than listening to each other's questions about that, we made a nice dialogue! The selection committee liked our dialogue, therefore let us just speak our monologue without any more question. The main thing for me was just to pretend that everything was ok and smile as wide as possible.
After the Olympiad I visited hairdressing saloon. And it's a big deal! Because, you know, I go to the hairdressing saloon maximum twice a year, last time I cut my hair right before going to the USA. And now I'd been done with my thin hair and split ends and decided it was time to make it look healthy. I write just "look", because it'll take a long time to make my hair look healthy as it is. Anyhow, now I've got a sweet hairstyle (nothing extraterrestrial, but I liked the way a hairdresser made it) and a new oil to try out for my poor hair.
After my English lesson I bought a present for my classmate ("third") Dasha. I hadn't known what to buy to her, but than I saw That Thing understood it was what I'd get. I think she'll like it, and I hope, she'll use it. But what is That Thing? Oooh, I won't tell until the time come.
Now I feel like doing nothing, reading, watching something and preparing for tomorrow's literature Olympiad at the same time. Probably, I'll have time to do everything little by little.
And the song of the day will be "Love Song" originally by Sara Bareilles, but I prefer the version by "Glee" girls.
Head under water
And they tell me to breathe easy for a while
The breathing gets harder, even I know that
Made room for me but it's too soon to see
If I'm happy in your hands
I'm unusually hard to hold on to
Blank stares at blank pages
No easy way to say this
You mean well, but you make this hard on me
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's make or break in this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If all you have is leaving I'ma need a better reason to write you a love song today, today
I learned the hard way
That they all say things you want to hear
And my heavy heart sinks deep down under you and your twisted words,
Your help just hurts
You are not what I thought you were
Hello to high and dry
Convinced me to please you
Made me think that I need this too
I'm trying to let you hear me as I am
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's make or break in this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If all you have is leaving I'ma need a better reason to write you a love song today
Promise me that you'll leave the light on
To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone
'cause I believe there's a way you can love me
Because I say
I won't write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's make or break in this
Is that why you wanted a love song?
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's make or break in this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If your heart is nowhere in it
I don't want it for a minute
Babe, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that there's a reason to write you a love song today, today
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