Hello, World.
But you're not there, and it's not me this time. Do I want it all back?
So I'm blogging again. Not that it makes A Difference. And still. So should I possibly procure an explanation? I would like to say that I had Writer's Block, which is what I told everyone, but I'd be lying. I was um…jaded? I couldn't write anything sensible during this time period anyway.
So that day, I finished reading The History of Love by Nicole Krauss. It's one of the really good books I've read in a long time. Possibly one of my favourites. And Nicole Krauss is really pretty. I would want to write a book like that, some day. I would also like to live in Germany, and speak German. And yet (!).
I lost my glasses again. It kind of sucks. I liked wearing them. It irritates me when I can't see properly. They were my second pair of grey frames. My mother isn't exactly thrilled, and I've lost my prescription.
And today was, not to go totally off a tangent here, but extremely embarrassing. We had a musical concert at our school. This group who call themselves Heartbeat came and um sang. And they brought a DJ along with them. And the student body of our all-girls convent school were ready to profess their undying love for them. It was BAD. They followed him around. They hooted. They asked for his autograph. They screamed. It was really bad. I dread the hour long lectures we're going to have to listen to tomorrow. Needless to say, if they heard me singing I fell In Love With The DJ, I highly doubt they will catch the sarcasm in it. I'll be screwed. And I hate that song.
I got a 6.5 in my 7mark question in History today. That was good.
Until next time -
