Last Year at High School
First, i'd like to apologize to my numerous fan readers - he he i'ma joking, but sure you guessed. But i was quite desapointed because the -incredible- number of visitors on this page. Moreover, i had better thing to do, like watching my toes' nails growing and listenning to the sound of my hair while getting longer. Then, came the holidays, so i had even more things to (imagine to) do. But most of all : i started a book. that's not too crappy for the moment, so that's ok... but i won't start the translation, it would surely lose its main signification. Writing in french or in english is not so similar, and i have not enough years of english-speaking to try pass from one to the other.
All people around here - which means maybe one poor guy who lost himself here for aparently no understanding reason - have a thing to know : i passed the pre-selection of the First Cambridge Certificate with an average 85%. So i'll be taking the real First in May, and i swear i'll pass it !
Then my total domination over the world will be hold back by Nothing but my unconditional love for fried chiken ! Because language is Power, and Power is rather ok. XD.
This year is my last year in high school. Could be a ggod news, if only i had another idea for my future than creating a hippy sect. Well, i thought about Medecins Sans frontieres, if i start medecine studies... But my heart's not in it. Oh, in fact my heart is never in something. Thereby, this has 2 consequences : one, i'm never really hurt or alone, and two, i'm never really touched or loved. When you pull the 2 together, that's a good deal. No pains, no feelings, only Music to fill your heart, no deception... But a heart is still a heart. So sometimes i don't watch out, and with time, i begin to tie to some people.
And just when you started to feel confident and at ease with that personn, she starts to say awful stupid things like "let poor people enter prestigious school and you'll find dead bodies over the pavement". Yeah, sounds like a joke, but it's not. Seems like i have a special thing in me attracting only retarded sensitive-less people. Well i hope so, otherwise it means that the world is really, really sad.
Let's not think the world is sad. Let's just dry our tears and use it to paint a big butterfly so shiny that it will blind all the stupids and leave them chatless. That's how it should be. I mean, butterflies. Shiny XD.