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Oops, she did it again! Fitting Camille began to take me for a target (easy) so I tell my life superhero. The problem is that I lack imagination, hampered in the exercise of my unbounded admiration for Wonderwoman, who rocked my childhood. But the goal is not to speak of what exists, but inventing. So I'll try ...

What would your superhero nickname?

Ben ... WonderCoco in tribute to Lynda Carter

your secret superpower?

Breaking the boys love me just thinking about it (I know, it's a very selfish superpower, but we must think of oneself from time to time)

Your distinctive combination and accessories?

I hesitate between a sublime black sheath dress is transformed into ultra-comfortable combination when I should go into action, and a pink cape glitter. I think I'll stay on the dress fourrreau, history keep up appearances of good taste.

Your motto is fly when you triumph of the super villains?

"Hinhin,'d have never thought I'll catch you with my heels, eh? Soooo BEN!" (The important element is the "well if" end of course)

What would you do with your days if you had the power of duplication?

I once again a great friend who would have time to think about birthdays, prepare cakes for tea, to respond to emails and support those in need, while working non-stop for me.

Your daily struggle to save humanity?

I try to piss off the other little as possible, in every action I undertake.

What would you if you had the power to read minds of your boss?

"But why have I refused his application?" (So from one who refused to become my boss)

Your Achilles Heel?

I can not bear to not love me. Even from people I do not appreciate.

Which superhero you wish you had a great adventure?

None. The combination leaves me full of marble molding. Dr. Mamour count?

At what time would you like teleport?

Ben, how can I know if it is better before or after that date, since I have seen neither the one nor the other?! Ok, let's say Berlin in the 20s.

I know this has neither head nor tail, there is no logical connection between my temporary transportation in Berlin and my pink cape, nor between my motto and my powers. I'm a bad super-heroine, it seems ...

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In-ad-mis-sible

Oulalalala, I'll get back to bitching at once, because sometimes in life you should know that when we are sick, are not always Malabar. Now, this is unacceptable.

Obviously I am not talking about the fact that arriving at a course with 10 minutes in advance will allow more, nowadays, to have a table and a chair as overcrowding potesque-science is important. This is inadmissible, it's normal. And after all, have his computer on his knees yoga position is well known for easy note taking and assimilation of knowledge.

Obviously, I do not mean that, for some unknown reason, my review of Saturday morning (8:00 on Saturday morning, the accuracy is important) will not take place at Sciences Po, but ... Arcueil-the-atmosphere. In itself, Arcueil, not death. But on Saturday morning at 8am for an optional exam, it began considerably motivation (mine anyway). This relocation is unacceptable is for our benefit: we leave Paris to breathe some clean air campaign to oxygenate our brains.

however, that the recipe for panini with 4 cheeses at Crous has changed, replacing the pie (nothing better than melted camembert) by Cow-who-laughs, that's WRONG ...

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I know, this blog would be funny if I told you about my sex life. And yet, it is not safe. Let's say if I wrote tickets at least occasionally, it would be nice.

For now, I try to mobilize all my motivation to work. Let me tell you that I working hard for little, because the motivation, it has done little pschitt.

Just place a real normal weekend to realize that making a prepena is really having a life of con. I thought I could maybe try not to work on weekends this year. But that does not solve the problems of systematic gallops on Saturday morning, which tend to spoil alone on weekends.

Just watch a few transcripts of friends to realize that these competitions do not follow any logic and the work is not necessarily the key to success. My own case is not that I can analyze with more objectivity (even if I find, as objectively as possible, strange to have 3.5 in a matter where I have not had any less than 12 year). But I know that among my friends, had every chance to really get it, and the final scores well rotted, and even worse than last year. I know we can have the same material 15 a year, and 6 year Next, all having acquired more knowledge and method. I know you can miss a contest a few hundredths. I know we can be on the waiting list one year and not even eligible for the following year. I know the work is only half the results, and that's depressing.

Just watch some oral ENA to say that the written tests do not always select the best. To preserve the anonymity of candidates and avoid getting lynched publicly, I will not dwell on the subject, but I came away scared of what I saw and heard. I know Stress makes people stupid, my first (like forgetting to transient as the name of Pope Joseph Ratzinger). But stress is part of the rules of the game, and there are still limits to the limits not to exceed, but not. I had the impression that plunged a dagger into the heart for 2 times 30 minutes, and I could not help but think "why all this" ...

Apart from that, I'm not at all depressed. I do not depress, I gland. It's different. Next time I will respond to people who want me to tell them my life superhero, and I spell my name.

It's far from my sex life with all that, I agree. At the same time, Marie-Chantal said it well: you can not kiss and cooking. Now I just put online a new recipe .

(I know, the moral of the story is elliptical and has nothing to do with sauerkraut. Problem overall motivation. Including to find an end to this insane ticket oh so delightful)

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Yeah I feel good that you'll have to beware

Solution ease when you do not have time to write movies. I know it's cowardly, but good.

Today, without fear and without reproach, I will speak to Salvatore Adamo. And that's where you start to distrust and I lose the little respect I enjoyed music so far in your eyes.

Yes but no. Because Adamo, which I also love the period "You let" and "Let your hands on my hips (and I assume) is now someone who sings with the musicians who made Bénabar duets with Olivia Ruiz. At this stage, it is not recycling, it's just "cap" (I'm phrases that mean nothing if I want, I'm sure you do your wrong-headed and in reality you have understood).

In order of appearance:

- "You let Mr." version with choreography and multinational to envy Kamel Ouali

- "Let your hands on my hips" bizarrely fast, giving a voice to Salvatore Adama ridiculous castrato speaking of the nose (but I have not found better)

- " Coward "and" My neighbor on the Moon ", two extracts from his album Zanzibar, one recorded with musicians Bénébar. Extract the best according to me is "Sweet", but impossible to find.

- her duet "The George" with Olivia Ruiz

Adamo - You let Mr.

Adamo - My hands on your hips

Metalic Taste In My Mouth From The Mirena?

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Well, when I write a note, it is frankly not push the door, but when I do nothing more ponds for days due to overbookage There is a tidal wave of readers. Nan but tell him, hey, if you prefer that I gland. No, I do not mind but I try to understand you, that's all.

Apart from that, I discovered the joys of Paris by bike. Last week was a little (much) time before Christmas in my head. My parents gave me an old bike so I can resist and prove that I exist despite the strike. And frankly, I was as excited as if Father Christmas had brought me a tricycle pink sequins. I wanted to try it immediately in the courtyard of my building. In short, it was great.

My dad has been tinkering full desssus, and me, I did "MacGyver assitante of" business as (my best role). He said "O" and I handed him the joint. He says "screwdriver blue" and I said "well no I have not, it is in your pocket." He handed me a saw, and I let it fall between my fingers, so after we searched everywhere to find the wicked squat fled. You see, we had a good laugh.

He put a nice basket in front, he made a complete overhaul, it has moved the bell to make it accessible to a jet of an inch (but since I lost the top of the bell, this that makes it tingle, the fault of a pothole), he offered me a new lock that looks like a Ferrari (gray) and most importantly, especially ... a fluorescent yellow jacket with reflective strips for them to see me at night. There are a few things I want to live before they end up like a pancake. With such equipment, I started.

The first time I thought it was awesome bike. It was fine, the bus lanes were all mine, and I gained a lot of time.

The second time, I discovered that bike, I could not take the same road on foot. After 5 way streets, I managed to turn right. Before falling back on a new set of turn restrictions. After 4 way streets, I was completely lost. I took 45 minutes to return home, although I had needed just 10 minutes for the round. I looked in my returning journey, and I made a beautiful snail to get my point.

The third time, I had to face the fact that the life of cyclist was significantly less enjoyable without bus lane. There are cars that scream in my tires because I stubbornly refused to go rolling all along the road there in the gutter where there are all the dead leaves that are wet-scouitch scouitch flip-gliiiiiiss (I know, I'll damn well the onomatopoeia of the sheet). Before boarding really on a bike in Paris, I was terrified of motorists, convinced they would not hesitate to run over me. The truth is that the most dangerous are:
- other cyclists ("uh ... you want us to hand over the little wheels you there or what?")
- scooters (I think they revenge fish tails of motorists doing the same thing for cyclists: it is the smallest of all someone)
- and pedestrians (if you do not risk hurting them, ranafoute to look before crossing).

The fourth time, I realized that cycling at night and in rain, activity is much less fulfilling than expected.

Still, I think I am conquered by the bicycle I no longer expect the bus and I put half the time to get to class. But it will still have to solve some small problems I:
- find a new bell (who would play Aretha Franklin, it would be nice)
- run my generator does not always hit the wheel
- find where to put my computer to that it is safe and does not stream forth out of the basket in the first speed bumps
- how to reconcile our biking and skirt