French Exam Procrastiation

My french exam is tomorrow. At 9am. On a Saturday. GROSS.
But after, I am going ice-skating. Which is definately not gross, but actually really lovely. I can't wait.
Yesterday, I got scholarshipped, which means that the university deposited a large chunk of cash into my account. Pretty awesome.
Today, I should be studying my french but I have a million great ideas floating around my head for paintings. All self-portraits, but I'm in a very reflective mood about my life, so I think it's apt. I think I may be going into a Frida Khalo-esque stage. Not that I'm complaining. She's fantastic!
I guess it may have to do with the fact that I found the diary that I kept while I was overseas last time, throughout Europe (not regularly, but still) and then in the time after I got back. It was great to read back on how I felt, how I dealt with the big blows, heartbreaks and my first impressions on meeting people who I am still in touch with today. Pretty funny at times too. Also good to get some perspective. I went through a really tough time when I returned. I thought I hid it pretty well, but I talked to my mother and she remembers how depressed I was and how she was really worried for me. Anyway, I kept a record of that in the journal, the whole 'blue period' that happened when I got back. I forgot how totally horrible that was, and it gave me some perspective- Although some things may feel pretty bad (falling apart bad) at the moment, I've been through worse and I got out of this period in my life when I seriously doubted that I would ever feel happy again. And I did. And now, it feels bad, but it's been worse. And I got out of that, and I'll get out of this.
So yes, it was a good find. a really good find.