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Cycling to Paris

the nights are short and the days are long

#10

long time no speak.

i love the french language. it's free-flowing, great to have little conversations in, and fun to insult each other with. but i hate my french teacher - with a vengeance. she's a kind-of good teacher, but she is, well, a crap teacher. she has the mother of all mood swings and she seperates the sylfaenol people from the rest of us, as if there's something wrong with them.

i might have a go on cool boarders 3 in a bit. lol, what a game. one of my favourites. i really want to learn to snowboard. it would be very cool, cause to be honest, how many people can honestly say they snowboard? no-one i know can snowboard. so yeah. snowboarding. one day.

on saturday, i had my first practice with the new band. the problem is that the guy that thinks he sings for us. the long and the short of is that we don't want him to sing for us because he has a history of fucking up. but we don't really want to chuck him out over nothing, cause that would be unjustified and rude. so we need to do that at some point. and we need to name the band... but going back to the practice, it was quite good, and even though we only really managed to work on one song due to time restrictions, it was productive and fast. and i had a chip bap, which always helps. we just had to spend ages working on what would be our verse, and after several attempts, i think we've got a verse. i could be wrong, mind you.

and i'm now a 16 year old, which isn't as good as it used to be, but still, it beats 15. and i've got a big hole in my fence lol.

i need to go shower.

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