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I decided to be totally un-original and post my "pratique de la langue" diary entry...
Copyright Dodo (lol) as usual...
Tuesday 3 September
Dear Diary, (I’m thinking about giving you a name, it feels weird calling you Diary.)
I hate EwanWistily.
(What kind of a name is that anyway?!)
He’s rude, and childish and stupid. And ugly.
This morning he pulled my hair and tried to look up my skirt! Can you believe it?! What a complete moron!
But then again it’s not that surprising considering the vast nothingness that’s his head. I wonder how he can stand the silence…
I had fun at school though, we got to dissect a frog! Fun!
Olive Crosby bawled like a baby. Wimp.
And you should have seen Ewan. He kept bouncing the frog by its intestines. Did I mention that he was a moron? I had a good laugh when the frog bounced straight in his face!
I met my new history teacher. I think he’s on the verge of a mental breakdown.
No one can be -that- cheerful, it’s not natural.
I bet his wife left him. Yeah, that’s got to be it. He came back from work one night only to find his apartment empty and a note on the floor saying that his wife was leaving him for his best friend and she was taking the kids with her.
Poor Mr Stanley. No wonder he’s losing it.
Got to go, mom’s calling me.
(Later)
Mom says that I have a crush on Ewan because I talk about him all the time. She says I’m in denial!
Parents are such losers!
Voilà!
I had a great day today honey, let's do it again, soon!
Love
Dodo...*