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There’s something I’d like to say, because.

Once, I was watching The OC (yes, I like to watch The OC, it distracts me after school and fuck off) and the whole group of friends was with the weirdo who tried to kill Marissa, remember ? Anyway, he was bragging “Aah, my parents have hotel rooms everywhere, even in Paris, haha, am I not the coolest guy ever ?”.

And then Marissa went mad, you know, like girls do : they’re like “hellooo ! and hiiiiiii” and then they’re giggling and playing with their hair… Ridiculous. Anyway, she went totally crazy, like :

“AAAAAAH ! Paris ! Paris ! I love Paris ! I’d like so much to walk again on the Tchon Dzaylidzay !!” (I’m sorry, but you never say correctly “Les Champs Elysées”)

…

Les Champs Elysées c’est naze. It’s crap. It’s just a fucking big avenue, like Rodeo Drive. You can eat Ben&Jerry’s ice creams, buy Gucci clothing, or I don’t know. You can do there evrything you can do elsewhere in a bloody important town in the world. Les Champs Elysées, c’est moche. C’est pas Paris. It is not Paris ! Fuck.

Nan mais c’est vrai quoi, faut arrêter avec les Champs Elysées maintenant.

It’s raining

Hey there, I’m back ! I know how much you missed me, and though nothing happens to me in this long and difficult transition we call “life”, I decided to write a post, because this what you do with a blog.

Well, I curled my hair, I pierced my nose, I went to different places for holidays, I tried to get rid off those bloody fleas my fucking cat brings with him, I went to college just to pretend I had to register for some english test beforethey told me I had to register on the net, I registered for some english test I have to take next wednesday and I’m scared because I can’t speak English, I read books, I bought a cool laptop, watched movies, played the Sims, bought a leather jacket and now I have to make crêpes.

See you, people.

We are the world

My dear fellow readers,

I know I did not post anything recently, but trust me, I was really really busy. I had to watch TV, play The Sims 2, get used to vicious questions for my driving theory test, play with baby Liam, buy shoes, etc.

I’m so exhausted. Oh, and I got my bac ! Yeah ! So, next year : College. Cool.

Anyway, there is something, disturbing my peaceful days. No, actually two : heat, and the fucking football worldcup. And those two things are linked. Because, we’re in july. It’s hot. We love to lie on the basement floor, to get some fresh air. Ice cream and fans become your best friends, you never go anywhere without them. And at night, you are in the garden, enjoying a little breeze but suddenly…

OOUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS !!!  PUTAIN ! ON LEUR A MIS DANS LE CUL ! HAHAHA LES GROS NASES DE BRESILIENS !!!

that is to say : YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH ! DAMN ! GO SCREW YOURSELF, YOU STUPID BRASILIANS ! WE MADE IT !!
Great. France won the fucking game. I was hoping Brasil would win. No, it’d be too much. France did. So all those stupid couch potatos decided to move their bloody ass to express joy and serious mental disease in the streets, screaming, or driving as fast as possible and klaxonning because, woo hoo, we are so happy, some guy shot in a fucking ball and got a fucking point, in front of millions of nuts. So, watchers did nothing, theyjust sat, ate and drank in front of TV, right hand in throusers, perspiration dropping from the nose to a pint of beer. Delicious.

I dont care if some people care about football, though I dont see where the interest is. But I care when they’re messing around late at night, when I’m trying to get some sleep, and this, during the night when it is too warm to close windows.

I hate football.

Who let the dogs out ?

At least, I have something to tell you. Rejoice, my friends, for we are here to laugh at (or with ?) me.

You know le bac is over, so my friends and I are all finished with our fucking exams. So we decided to celebrate it friday, and saturday, and sunday, and monday nights. But more on the monday. That is to say yesterday.

I had spent the all day at Noémie's, saying crap, watching The Lion King (so sad, when Mufasa dies), playing with her kitten, cleaning scratches, etc.

Then, Elsa rejoined us, and we went for a walk in our town. But, I said we didnt celebrate correctly the end of exams, so we bought some boose, and climb up the door of the park (we are young, poor and angry, you know) but it's a very nice park, and it's stupid to close it after 9pm, isnt it ?

So, we had our little adventure : try to avoid the guy whose job is to prevent nasty young people to enter the park by night. Then we sat on the grass, started to chat and saying non sense. Then, we realized that we never had any lesbian kiss. Such a shame ! Therefore, we decided to fix the problem, and decided to kiss each other (Elsa, Noémie and me). Yes, we all made out.

So hippie-like, isnt it ? 

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Welcome back on board (???)

My beloved readers (Hi, how are you Happychick ?) (Oh ! Hi Mr Angry !),

 I haven't been posting for a while because… erm, because.

Ok, this is not a good explanation.

Well, last week, I was trying to figure out how I would gonna be working this week, because, my dear fellow readers, le bac c'est lundi prochain ! Yes ! Next monday !

Monday, 8 – 12 am : philosophy
Tuesday, 2 – 4 pm : litterature
Wednesday, 8 – 12 pm : history and geography
Thursday, 2 – 5 pm : english (hahaha !)
Friday; 2 – 5 pm : german (:()

And I have a drama audition wednesday afternoon I have to prepare, and it bothers me because I dont like my group and also those fucking driving lessons and… Sigh. I feel a little bit tired.

 

Anyway, this is gonna be a turning point. My exam, the end of my last year in highschool. My first steps in college (argh). It is somehow… frightening. Though I'll have 3 months of vacation to prepare myself. It's strange. I've been waiting for this moment for so long, and it's gonna happen and I don't really know what to do, what to expect.

Maybe I'll meet my new best friends, those who would notice my first wrinkles at my 30th birthsday. Or maybe not. Maybe, those years are gonna be horrible. Maybe I will pass the audition for the National Drama School. Or maybe not, and then I would carry on my psychology studies, and maybe become a shrink, or a professor/searcher in college…
(So interesting)

I'm sorry, but I have to think about something more interesting to write about.

Be sure I'll be back. See you later

Heaven, I’m in Heaven…

My beloved readers (Happychick, ok), I have some important news.

I had my drama exam last Tuesday, as you might remember. Let me tell you :

 Once upon a time, in a far, far kingdom where pupils were to have drama exam, erm… Well, I was among them.
So, we were said to come for 8 am, which means we had to be there at 7.30 am (sooooooo cool). We were about 25, and the list on the door indicated us we were all planned to have the exam at 8 am, which is quite puzzling since it is an oral exam and it is individual.

Anyway, no one went into The Room since the teachers were late and came at 9. Great. Woohoo. Then, we were told that there was no real list established, so we had to enter The Room at random. I waited, and waited and waited and waited. 12 am… I was starving. The teachers came and told us to have a break and go eating, since they were doing the same, and that they'd be back at 1 pm. I desperately found 6€ (go to hell if you dont know what's 6€ equals in dollars, you Amercan imperialists)(Yes, I'm mean and racist if I decide to). So I found 6€ and I crossed the street to buy me a burger and chips, but I didnt order a drink since I had a bottle of water in my bag, my mom told me to take one, and she was right you know, you should always have water on you, it is very useful. Where was I ? Yes, the drama thing.

So, I came back in the school the kingdom very very far, and I started waiting. I was used to it, anyway. And two hours later (yes my lovely fellows, it was 3pm, therefore I've been waiting for *counting on my fingers* 8 1/2 hours !!!) I entered The Room. And I started to play my role. And I made them laugh. And yes, of course it was a comedy.

And then, they asked my question about a file I had to make : talk about my experience, some plays that I saw and study any theme that I want. So, I chose to study Drama and Handicap, or "How do the differences disappear on stage ?". I know, it's a genius idea. They loved it.

Moreover, one teacher told me at the end "Don't stop playing drama" !!! Hahaha ! La classe !

More moreover : a friend that came into The Rooooooooom after me had a look on the teacher's papers. And she saw my mark. And I have 20/20 !!! or A+++++ !!!!

WAAAAAAAAAAAOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH !!!

Now, down on your bended knees and lick my boots.

I like pizzas but I don’t have any idea for a title

Long time since my last post. Actually, things have gone pretty crazy, I have many things to do.
I have to :

1. Prepare my drama exam. Date : next tuesday (argh). Text : quite unknown.

2. Prepare my english exam. Date : 31st May. Do not forget to read Frankenstein, which was supposed to be finished last February. Chapters read : 3,5.

3. Prepare philosophy, history, geography, litterature exams : learn dates by heart, reread philosophy lessons, make maps, read Kafka's Trial (supposed to be read last February (yeah, I know))

4. Pass my driving exam BEFORE 15th July.

I can't write more, I have to… erm… Where's my rope ? 

Baguettes don’t want to caugh anymore. Thanks.

There is something about France, maybe you noticed. We love demonstrations. As soon as we disagree with the governement, we go down the streets and demonstrate. Of course, it is mainly useless, since authorities allow us to demonstrate where we wont bother politicians, we can't demonstrate under their windows.

If you ever come to Paris, dont forget to demonstrate, you could make a nice walk from République Square to Bastille Square.

Here we've got one point : governement doesnt care for us. As they're meant to do, after all, it is not as though we were a democracy ! And they're doing very well. They strictly do the opposite of what we're expecting.

Then, it is the same when we're expecting not to die from passive smoking. They don't care. France is the last european country in which you can still smoke in public areas. Though a law was proposed. And though 80% of French people agree with it. And though 3 000 to 5 000 people die from passive smoking in a year. I know, those are not good reasons, but…

Seriously, what's wrong with you French Parliament (Assemblée Nationale*) ?!

Then, this is the part where I give my opinion, and when people are gonna say "yeah, you're right, I want you to be my chief" or "shut the fuck up ! You're wrong ! I want you to roast in the flames of Hell !". And I warn you, I am still gonna give my opinion.

I want this fucking law to be voted by the parliament. Why ? Very simple :

1. I'm sick when around cigarettes smoke, I want to vomit, it gives me headaches. And I'm not the only one.

2. If people have a right to smoke while eating, I also have a right not to smoke while eating. And since many restaurants and bars dont respect the separation between two spaces (smoking area, non-smoking area), the solution is to forbid smoking in public places, you, motherfuckers.

3. I dont care if people want to smoke, it is their right to want to be ill with cancers or whatever. And I want to remember them I will pay for their cancers. Yes, we will all pay for them, since we have the Sécurité Sociale : we dont let people die from terrible illness that cost zillons of Euros.

4. Having a right to smoke is freedom. We know. Freedom is the big word nowadays "You can't prevent me from eating preservatives without the yoghourt ! It is my right to eat preservatives without the yoghourt ! I'm free ! It's democracy !".
Alright. You choose, you're free. I've chosen not to smoke. It is my right, I'm free. And I'm thinking many babies, toddlers, children chose not to smoke too. It is their right, they're free people's free children. And they also have the right to be at restaurants. It is their right. I guess you got it, with the right-and-freedom thing.

When you've chosen, you become responsible. You've chosen to smoke. Ok, we wont prevent you from smoking. But you have responsibilities. You will have to smoke outside. That's the deal, everything is about compromises in life.

This is it. Goodbye, people.

PS : To answer Happychick, and maybe some more readers, yes, we do speak french in France. But I prefer english, and I have nothing to say in french.

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Me and tomorrow’s test

Philosophy.
Yes, you heard it well, people. Tomorrow I have a philosophy test. Four hours in front of two essays or a text commentary. Do not say "aaaaaaaargh", I'll have to choose just one subject. Not that I'm too stupid to think about philosophy (you'll soon realize that I love to brag), but this year, philo have been so… boring. I used to love philosophy. Things change. Or maybe teachers do.

It will be about aaaaaaaaaall what we did this year. To prepare us to do the real test, that is to say, the final exam. Le baccalauréat. Le bac.

Do you know le bac ? No, of course you dont know le bac. Lucky fellows. Le bac is one of the most terrible thing that happen this year. With the fact that my english teacher is actually my english teacher. And that my philosophy teacher is actually my philosophy teacher. And also the fact that I had to spend a whole year in company of dumb, silly, insane fashion-victims.

My school is located in one of the most rich district of the town next to mine. La Varenne (I'm sure you pronounce it awfully, and this is good because I hate La Varenne)(except the shop where you can buy delicious ice creams, though not as delicious as Ben & Jerry's)(trying to be sponsored). In La Varenne, you gotta wear Dolce & Gabanna, Calvin Klein, Chanel otherwise you're not in. Personnaly, I'm out. But believe me, it's very exhausting to be stared at as if you were some kind of… normal, sensible people. Dammit ! Why am I so sensible ? I wont be admitted in the Fashion Club. Such a shame. By the way, did you know if you want to be trendy you absolutely have to wear Calvin Klein pants ? Transparent ?

I'm so sad my parents refuse to get me transparent pants. Therefore, I am going to prepare le bac and maybe on my way I will die.

See you guys