vingt-deux - occupée.

I've been too busy to write anything. This is sad.

But it's also really good I suppose. Despite all the work I've had to do lately, I've been off out to Warwick [uni, we got incomprehensibly lost in Birmingham on the way], gigs and parties and the like. My UCAs has been sent off, which is a little bit scary if I'm honest. Also scary is my upcoming driving test, the date of which I'm telling absolutely no one, except that I tell people that its soon. Whether I'll pass or not is another question entirely, I doubt it but I'm not too bothered either way.

Things are pretty good though.

I must make a note to go out with Paddy some time, his nights out sound boss. I just found out that "boss" is an expression from Liverpool which is a bit weird. I've moved on from one obsession to another lately, this happens every once in a while.

My driving instructor reckons that I'm an oddball, but quite brilliant. I guess that's true, if not it's the best description of me that I've heard so far.

vingt et un - aller en ville.

So last night Emily and I went off into town at night. To Hellbound, ohhyes. Great night, even though we didn't stay long because of my [awful] driving this morning, but at least we know now that its good and everything. Might be fun convincing Jess of this though like.

My History teacher either loves me or hates me, I haven't decided.

We're all having to be ridiculously organised at college at the moment; UCAS and stuff has to be sorted out pretty quickly, especially for me and Jess for Oxford and for Em with medicine. I've rewritten my personal statement about a million times and I have a reading list that's immense, ohhdear.

Making more plans to go out though now.

I love listening to the Donnie Darko soundtrack, someone dressed up as Frank on the college walk thing, impressive much

vingt - au lycée.

The 5th day of September and my first Friday back at college.

Form is good, at least I see catcat there, because English language is quite bad without her and the teacher I had last year. My form teacher is a bit bizarre though like.

English lit is good, obviously. Ha.

History is bad/good. I haven't decided yet. hmm. All I know is that it's ridiculous, teacher-wise. It has potential to be a good class though, at least I have Jess though.

French is also good, bien sûr.

Helen smuggled into my classics class on our first day back, because she's in the other one, so we're both alone now, which is incredibly ridiculous.

Whoever decided to split me and Helen up obviously was the same person who thought that purple and yellow go together and fixed tables and chairs in the canteen is a good idea.

Paddy keeps making me laugh on our coach. The journey to Blackburn and back has never gone so fast. I'm going to teach him to speak French, bit by bit.

Short weeks are always good.

BUT
asif I have to dress up as a rat for my form! I mean we all do but still. I know the whole walk in the park is for a good cause, but there are some ridiculous people coming up with these ideas. They need a slap.

I bought Elle today, which only depressed me because I have no money and I want too many things. Gutted. At least college isn't too bad. I like fresh starts.