After Vacation Blues and Dreams of Paris
Woah. Tough week. It's hard going back to school after two weeks of vacation even if said two weeks sucked. And so, life begins again. French classes. Math classes. Art classes. Gym classes. The only class I can stand is Englsih, and even that's getting annoying. Teacher wants us to knit and do canadiana lit.
I DON'T WANNA DO CANADIANA LIT!!!
Ok, there. Said it. Temper tantrum over. Please forgive me, Linda.
Anyways, the good news is I've finally found my James Blunt CD. I was looking for it all vacation, but, obviously, couldn't find it. It's too bad really, I could've really annoyed Scott (my alcoholic second cousin from out west) with it. Also, I've decided I want to go to Paris. Or somewhere. On my own. I want to save up my money for god knows how long and set off on my own. My ulitmate goal would be Paris, but a week or so in New York wouldn't be so bad either. Mom's already against it. Trying to convince me that they won't let me stay at hotels and whatnot. Well, whatever. It's not like I'm gonna have the money to head off tomorrow. I'm going to seriously start saving up if I wanna go anywhere on my own before I turn 18. And considering that I just wasted the only twenty dollars I had on books today...
anyways, neighbour kid turned 13 today and I promised that I would get him porn (much to his sister's arednt dismay), but I'm not sure where to get it. Maybe I'll just find him a risque erotic book instead.
Peace!
P.S.: I was too lazy to spelchek today, sry.