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It's Saturday night, it's mid-october, it's cold, it snowed today, i'm home, getting sick, and I should be out having fun or something.
But at the same time it's ok. It's just when I am home I feel as if I should not be home. Anyhow, i'm not out, and that's the end of that.

I'm half-heartedly writing a french speech on a topic (chosen by the french teacher) on teenage issues, which is the dullest of topics, because while brainstorming I have realised that in some way, shape or form, I have seemed to already share my opinion on all of these issue with people. And now I must stand in front of the class and talk about what everyone already knows. Terribly boring.

Anyhow, my life is quite good right now. I have noting that I can rightfully complain aboput except the fact that I have very little-no money, which is always a bit of a downer, and another reason why I am in fact home writing this tonight. But, that is in fact what I get for going to the UK this summer.

In other news, school is fine. I fill my free periods with "group therapy" (we talk about everyone's relationship problemes, mainly one guy's, who's relashionship problem may in fact be resolved), guided mditation in the far stairwells, and shameless gossiping.

I have very little of interest to report. Little shop of horrors was amaizing, pope productions party was fun, gym party was nice, cancer climb was fine, okokok.

Finiteo
Charlotte