*pats on the back sympathetically*

Meep.
._.
Eh, I'll do the best I can.

May 26th, Year 2009.

[sarcasm] I LOVE my mother! [/sarcasm]
Well, yeah, I do, but not today. Basically, this morning, I asked if it was going to be hot out today, as it was for the past week. She said that 'it's going to be like all the other days. Take your shorts'. So I took my shorts, and passed my day, quite normally, in fact. 2 hours of math (with the replacement teacher. Ergh, BOARING.) and then 1 hour of history-geography, where I had a test about the French Kingdom. I think I did good on that test. I hope.
So, then, I spent 2 hours with Jenn, as we have a hole in our timetable at the same time. B took my crutches (again) and then passed them onto O, who passed them back to B, who passed them to L, then back to me, then taken by B again, then to L, then to A, if I remember correctly. Then, after 2:00 PM, Jenn had class, and I had permanence. I did my French homework whilst that hour. At 3:00 PM, I got one hour of French (with the class photo! GAH! The photograph was like, "Well, seems that we have a formal night theme, so I guess all boys can pick up a girl". I was like, crraaaap. T jumped onto M, and I was like, "K.". Then, I looked at Guigui, who looked back at me, backed away, with a 'no'. Despite my cast, I picked him up, just in time for the photo.) then, at 4:00 PM, there was break, and thus I could go meet Jenn again, where I found out that she also finished at 5:00 PM, just like me, because the trams/trains were going whacky, if I remember correctly. At 5:00, I finished, met Jenn, then we began going back. It was pouring rain. I got soaked, and Jenn did too, and she was still wearing HER class photo clothes, which consisted of the same theme as us. Eh, it was fun, nevertheless. Talkin' about that, Jenn, check your PMs on here.
So then I came back, and here I am. Kthxbai.

Just so ya'know, I've been reading these everytime I get on...

Well... I must say... You seem to lead an intresting life... or, did. Until this cast. I feel you pain, man... Just a couple inquiries. Do you sing in the plays your in? And, how many family members do you have?
Oh, and, you need to teach me the metric system, cuz, frankly, I really am not sure how many feet a Kilometer is. And if you don't mind, I wanna learn more about the french culture too...

One more thing, do you, Alba, Dragonfly_x, and Jenn have french accents?

I'll try to sing in the plays I'm in, yes. I have 5 family members (counting me). My bro, my sis, my pa, and my ma.
Metric system...
Durr. Isn't there a converter somewhere on the internets? I'll try to find that later.
Well, let's just say, that I have an english accent when I speak french, but when I speak english, I have a french manner on how to put words together for a sentence.

You're not that bad Bart, apart from the occasional slip up where you translate a french word into english badly, but we all understand what you're on about. To answer your question Toryn, Alba seems to mimic accents (but it's normally a scottish one), Dragonfly has an english accent, and people say I sound scottich (which would make sense as I am a scot).

June 16th, Year 2009.
First, sorry for not updating for SO LONG.
Second, we TOOK MY CAST OFF (a week ago, I know, Jenn) but WE STILL GOT IT FREAKING OFF. w007

Anyways, today, I'm going to rant about my pitiful life I'm living with my computer.
My computer's system died quite a while ago (sorry Toryn, I'll have to resprite EVERYTHING for IUNE) and so I used multiple systems to try and get it booting. But then my bro and I figured out that it was the mother board that was f*cked up, so that was basically for no use. We took the laptop that's normally at the mountain house down to Grenoble, and I'm using it, under Linux. Tis koo. You'll also see that I'm doing many errors such as > instead of ., or not putting any capitals, because the shift button on this cruddy keyboard is malfunctioning.
Anyways, once my bro gets his new laptop for his 18 years (in about two weeks) I'll get his computer, with Linux still, but better, and no bugging.
The only crap thing is that I won't be able to animate, and I think my spriting will go down the drain. Try to sprite with GIMP. If you can manage to do a sheet with that thing, you get the congratulations from an adequate spriter, me.
actually, no, the whole keyboard on this laptop is freaky, so I might skip a few letters. Damn keyboard.

June 26th, Year 2009.

This hasn't been updated in the last ten days... *emoes*
Anyways, the school I'm in at France seems a little empty right now. My brother, in Terminal, has to revise for his BAC, along with the other Terminals. My sister, in 2nde, already finished her classes... *emoes again*
And all the 3emes finished their class too, revising for the Brevet. *emoes even more* I've got nothing to do, really, except listening to my perverted friend all day long, when he talks about many different things. (To be honest, all those things are related to one subject: sex itself) Not that I'm against sex, really. For a matter of fact, I actually quite like the idea, when comes the time... But talking about it all day long seems to get you a certain reputation... He even managed to change me... I mean, he managed to make me perverted, even when I'm not with him... It's like, impossimible. So, er, yeah. There's nothing to do, except listen to my friend who's blabbering on about sex, or else go to the CDI, and do my complete no-life, writing more pages of Clawmark.
Actually, that's good news. Clawmark seems to have a fairly good reputation amongst the most mature of students in Europole, even though it has gazillions of grammar mistakes... But people such as Frazaroo asked me to print ten pages (thus waste precious time on writing my story) and hand it to them. He barely read one paragraph, and said it was 'gay' because it had a stereotypical beginning. OK, I have to admit, it does, but I couldn't find any other way then that. But, sh*t, calling it gay? First, I would like to see him do better. He always brags about his so-called accomplishments, even though 70% of them are lies, totally, he always acts tough (total brat...). Okay, fine, I can also be found doing these things, but I don't think in such a 'braggy' or 'outrageous' way. Second, he doesn't even know how to write a good story. He can't even write 5 pages, without being too far in the story, beginning from the second paragraph. Third, I don't think a person in an inferior level of english has anything to say about what I do, whatsoever. If it were my sister, I would understand (but she wouldn't use the term 'gay', that's just a freaking insult... And Frazaroo doesn't even understand that... Even though I say 'gay' sometimes, it's just that it escapes my mouth, at least I'm trying to say it less and less, and more and more of f*ck, you know... Just a way to exchange an insult to homosexuals for a better (er, right) term...), but I don't like that my sister checks, because she always adds USELESS REMARKS, such as when I do a grammar mistake, she's always like 'YOU SCK!!!111'... I tried explaining that to her, and she said it's a habit... Wtf? I'll just leave it there...
Anyways, that's pretty much it... Bored at school... Bored OF school... P*ssed at Frazaroo... Speaking bout sex all day... The only person I keep thinking about all day is Jenn, because at least she understands my point of view (at least I think, but I feel good when I talk about it)... And she's not a brat... Well, neither is Willy Henry, or Guigui, but, yeah, you get my point...
I hope the week quickly passes to Thursday next week, because there's an end of the year party at her house, and it's the only thing that interests me for now... Even though I'm stressed, because I have to give her the two presents I got for her birthday, for the 24rth, because I wasn't going to do it at school, under risk of total humiliation...
Anyways, stayed tuned for more of my brat-ridden emo life, on CNP news...

June 27th, Year 2009.

Yay!
I got my bro's computer now, and I'm done fixing it to my heart. It's good, and at least I won't have to worry all the time about a black screen appearing spontaneously. I give out a sigh of relief as I now have a normal keyboard, without any defects... I just need to get used to it. But it's great, anyways.
Also, I'm sorry Toryn, since my bro has Linux on his system, instead of Windows... So I'll have to find an adequate spriting program, as well as a good animating program for Linux, before continuing spriting... Dermn. So now I got this new, high-tech comp, with a keyboard that barely makes any noise as we type, compared to my old one, which went clank clank clank.
So I'm 100% efficient, once again!

June 30th, Year 2009.

Well, school's slowly going to end... I just need to do wednesday, and then thursday, and I'm finally out. Phew. I got an orthodentist appointment tomorrow morning, so I'll miss Life and Earth science. :3 Woot. But, then again, tomorrow, I have two hours of english... And I don't know what the heck we're doing... Urgh.
After tomorrow, I begin at 10:00 AM (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA) and I'm not sure whether I have Physics and Chemistry (because the teacher warned us, but my memory is basically as efficient as Alba's; the one of a dead goldfish...) and I don't think we have Music, because today we had a sort of contest (with fourteen people, instead of twenty-nine, I have to admit) and I did something, but when I saved it on my USB key this morning, the music program f*cked up, and the file got corrupted. D: So I couldn't do the contest.
But hey- Here's the thing. I didn't bring anything, and I had to explain what I did. Knowing that I'm complete shizzle-da-whizzle in Music, I was freaking out at the sound of 'explanation' already that I couldn't explain the difference between a gorilla and my sister's armpit. Lucky me. And so I tried to explain, and got 12/14. Wooooahhh. Find the error in there, I'll leave you guys to find out... I'm not too good with human mentality...
Then I had two hours of French (one for me, I forgot the first hour was moved, and I came one hour late, but I wasn't the only one... The teacher also forgot...) and we did riddles. I knew each and every one of them. They're freaking easy. I mean,
Find the logical next number:
1, 11, 21, 1211, 111221, 312211, 13112221... The next number was 1113213211.
Basically, you had to be an idiot to solve it. Literally. Intelligent people cannot solve it. What do you see as the first number? One "one", so we right, one one. Then, I see two "Ones", so we write two "Ones", etc...
Or else,
What's the next sign?
First sign: M
Second sign: A heart with a horizontal line touching the southern summit.
Third sign: 8.

Fourth, my answer (correct): An M with a horizontal line passing through the M, touching the middle summit.
Because they were the mirror images stuck together of numbers...
1 mirrored makes M.
2 mirrored makes a heart with a horizontal line under.
3 mirrored makes an 8.
Etc, etc...

So, easy riddles, really. Now, well, I just have to hope for the best, that I don't get bored in the last two days of school... Which is most probably going to be the case... D: Ah well, I should be optimistic that school's almost over...

July 7th, Year 2009.

Hey there. Yeah, school finishes on the second, and I didn't inform you about it. Anyways, I finished school, and the first day was boring without school. I don't know why, but I don't feel as enthusiastic about summer vacations as I was before... Maybe because I'm not looking forwards to it. It's just... Well, I'm going to the Côte d'Azur this summer, followed by visiting our grands in Clisson and Rouan, then going to Paris, then visiting some friends in Toulouse, and then going back to my mountain house for the rest of my vacation. Not really an awesome thought.
I guess I could invite some people when I come back to the mountain house... Wait, I don't know. There's my cousin that's probably coming, and I don't go with him well. Then, for the friends, I don't know. :/
So, yeah, that's my vacation. Kinda boring if you ask me. We always meet our relatives... I don't know how to make it better. Not like I'm going to change my parent's idea.
Anyways, on these vacations, I'll be able to prove that I actually have a life, lads. No internet, for like, erm, I dunno, one month? A 'good' book to waste my time, and tadaa.
So, once I enter school again, I'll post my timetable, since it would have normally change a lot from my last one, so that you'll know when I come in and come out.
Well, I guess that's done.

Have fun with your timetable next year... All I can say is been there done that. But then again, mine's gonna be worse than it was last year... Ouch. So yeah, yours will change drastically.

Hey, I'm back! For this night and tomorrow morning, alas. I'll try to use my time good and fill this page with my rants, boasts, and all that other crap about my dear vacations up until now, shall we? I mean, er, I. Okay, here we go:

First part: Beach, Juan-Les-Pins, Hotel 'Aldo', Monacco.

Okay, after seven hours straight in one bloody hot car, where many disputes on where we should drive, on what we should eat, on whether my ears are cleaner than the other guy's ears, on whether I'm alive or not, we finally arrive to the boiling and sunny city called, 'Juan-les-Pins', near the Côte d'Azur of France.
We went into a two-star hotel called 'Aldo', where me and my siblings got, very exactly, the room number 319. After we entered, before I could say anything, my sister blurted out that she would take the double bed for herself. As usual, I complained, and I used my extreme manipulation skills to make her take the decision of having turns, as we stayed four days back there. Content, I took the bags, and brought them into the room, took out my swimming suit (SHORTS, not that pesky little string underwear stuff French people use... Ergh, I like to keep my body to myself, you see?), and off to the beach with my brother and sister, whilst my parents did something else, I don't know what.
We arrived on a beach, and started going in the water. A woman came up to us, and said that this was a private beach, that we needed to pay. My brother, being a total idiot, treated himself and me and my sister were tourists, which we were, actually. But that was the worst idea ever. The woman told us to go on the crappy, public beach just next. We decided to go there anyways. I got ocean water and my eyes, and it hurts. Obviously. I also noticed all the women in monokinis on the public beach.
--No, Jenn, don't even think about that. I shall always stay conform to your rule.--

The next day, we went to a private beach, bla bla bla. Boring until we went to MONACCO.

Monacco was a 'new richmen' city (it was quite obvious indeed) and we went there for the unique reason to see the gigantic aquarium they had, with all the fishes in it. Stone fish, gigantic eels, everything. It was beautiful. I'm going to try and get some photos up on here. I'm going to try, it's not sure that I manage.


Part two: Carrus.

To be honest, best part of the vacation yet. We went to a farm, all right, and who thinks farm, thinks animals, and who thinks animals, thinks work, and who thinks farm, animals and work, thinks bad hygiene. I'm sure you don't want to end your day with a mix of goat saliva/mucus and chicken crap on your shirt, hmmm?
Anyways, to get the disgusting part aside, we saw most of my mother's family. Her mother being born in a family of ten people, it was quite big, you see. More then eighty people. It was hard to remember all their names. But I met a group of 13-17 years olds, and they were fun as hell. There was a small lake just over Carrus, and the night we arrived, we did some truth or dare party, and we dared someone to throw himself, clothed, into the lake. We had to push him off. But the water was good, he said.
I slept in a tent the first night, because my brother wasn't there. The second night, we again had a truth or dare party, and we all dared each other to get a midnight bath in the lake. Jesus Christ, it was BEAUTIFUL! The stars glimmering above, the orange moon climbing up in the sky... I wish I had my camera. For the first time in my life, that night, we slept 'à la belle étoile', meaning we slept outside, as in, really outside. We all got covers and mattresses and stuff, and we all slept outside, contemplating the starry sky. It was hard to get a comfortable place though.
The morning next day, we went to another lake, which was bigger. It was hell to get there, as we had to go through a forest, and that vines and thorns gripped on my legs and in my hair, etc. Plus, one cousin, who had her foot broken recently (fourth métatharse too, huh! Coincedential.) refused to let us pick her up to not put her foot in any possible danger. Heh, women. All the same. :/ Arrived there, for the first time in my life, I plunged from eight meters high. It was god scary. Going from the highest of three meters high in sissy public pools to eight meters in this very lush lake, it was amazing. But you only get scared midway in the air. You feel as if though you're going to splat on the water below, and which you do, in fact. But it's hella fun.
The goats and chickens were fun. Heheh... Chickens... No cows, though. Ah well. I also had the time to make myself known to the horses back there. Took the whole time, but I managed.
I also thought about you, Jenn, a lot back there. I got bored sometimes, and I just sat on a rock, thinking. It really helped me. ;l)

Third part: Friends.

No, not the film. We went to some friends of my fathers' who we met in America, and followed us here, in France, in Toulouse. Not in the same city, duh, but who cares? They're nice, but they only have daughters, which isn't very easy for me to be friends like my sister is with them. Instead of boring myself to them, I went on the playstation (mwahahaha) and I played Jak and Daxter II (Best playstation game EVAR, MAN!). At the end of the visit, I managed to complete a game from 0% to 95%! I got pretty annoyed when I saw it was time to go, and I had just found out that
-SPOILER-
The old guy you meet at the beginning is the Metal Head leader.
-/SPOILER-
But it was fun anyways.


Okay, I'm done ranting, complaining and all. And boasting. Your turn to comment. And complain. And boast that you did better.

Hey there, again. I'm back, and I'm staying from now on, in Grenoble. I guess I'll finish what I have to talk about, about the vacations.

Fourth Part: Mountain House.
After a long trip from Toulouse to the mountain house in a very decent place at La Morte, just right next to l'Alpe du Grand Serre, I was soon relaxed from the recent events and things. I decided to invite Ally to the mountain house for a while, being the last time seeing her in the vacations. There was no problem, she came to the mountain house, we talked, and she went after sleeping over. Just one thing to say: Ally, you are SO lucky to have departed before the cousins arrived.
The cousins. Ah, yes. The small ones. The small, little, intempestive teeter-tottering twinkies that walk around, deconcentrating and breaking the calm atmosphere. The only good thing is my uncle, my mother's brother is fun. We did some tennis we him, my father and my brother. Twas great fun. I tried staying away from the small ones, in vain. I was writing my story, and I tell you, it's ANNOYING when small people barge into your room with no other future than to ask questions all day, making it impossible to write my story Clawmark in peace.
They soon went away, and I relaxed again, writing more of Clawmark. I saw that I had no ideas, and I started doing more stories, such as Harmakkedon, Silence, I am Legend, Metal Fence, A Kraferric Tale, etc. But none of them went past the first few pages. I stood there, not believing what I couldn't do. I cursed at myself, and I went outside to get some new ideas. Which I did.
Then our Grandparents came. At least they're calmer. Then they went again.
Ooh, ooh, I gotta tell you summin'. My brother, my sister and I were playing badminton in the yard, when my sister slowly turns her head, letting the thingy drop on the ground. My brother does the same, and I turn my head, to see that a batch of six bovines were walking in our garden, eating the plants, etc. I was like, 'wtf', my bro was like, 'wth', and my sister was like, 'omg'. They also went away. Everything comes and goes, around in the mountain.
Just like the storm that came soonly after that. A gray, rainy day. I love those days. The small tinkle of the raindrops on my window. And the feeling of the raindrops when I forget that it is raining, and that I open the window just after I've awoken, wakening me up sharply.
Days pass, Clawmark advances slowly. I begin to take showers at near 50° degrees, because I find the heat so calming. It hurts, but I think that pain is just some psychological test that the mind must not endure. Or else, I'm just a freaking mazochist. Which I think I am.
Little cousins come back for one day. Clawmark is halted for one day. They go away the other day, Clawmark comes back. Easy.
Soon after a call from one of my sister's friends, saying that she is inviting me and my sister at the Bastille thursday the 27th, I finish Clawamrk, and I'm satisfied, beginning on the sequel, and on another story, Scarecrow, which I shall post soonly.
Two days ago, I went to my grandparents, of my father's side this time, and we slept over there. We went there because my grandfather (not really, my real grandfather is dead, and my grandmother is living with another person. You have to understand, she's pretty frail, both physically and mentally.) had a urinal infection.
And almost died because of that. He's fine now, and we're all relieved.
After those days, I came back here, and here I am, writing about this day. Gahaha. Well, that's all. Kthxbai.

September 15th, Year 2009

Well, about a week ago, I got school. Dang it.
;_;
Well, school doesn't suck as I thought it would, but the class I'm in is kinda... Erg, how to say... I don't really know many people in it. Only Bobinoo is inside, and I got a comrade that I knew from 5eme along, but that's pretty much it.
Well, I entered in 8th, without any errors or mistakes, so, yeah, I'm gonna try to do my best to get into 9th. Urgh, I won't be here like most of the time last year, because of the additional homework we give in all materials. But I guess you guys will just say, 'Heh, welcome to 8th.'
Anyways, I've got the worst PE teacher as a principal teacher. Gah, this guy's such an... You get my point. He's threatening us to have an additional 2 hours of PE. Already that I have 4 hours, +2 for Handball, and if I get another +2... Hell, I'm gonna be trained. Bleh...
For right now, we're having swimming, and it's not going so bad, as I thought it would. The only 'bad' thing is that, well, everybody's ranting and moaning about how cold the water is. Then, on Fridays, I have football. I hate football. Really, really loathe/despise/want to maim it/w/e. I'm just not as dexterous with my feet as I am with my hands, so I suck horribly. Even though I'm one of the kids who has the best endurance...
After this cycle of sport, we'll have gymnastics (yeeeesss...) and then climbing (ohgodhalp).
I've got a couple new teachers to which I'll have to get used to, but, eh, I guess I can do that fairly well in short time.

Sorry for not having updated, though, for a long time.

Also, I only noticed about 5 days ago how this RPing site got me trained in literature. I've got to thank you guys...