hello.

french club was... interesting. 3 hours at school on a friday night. went with french buddies and met some people, including a boy from bilbao. he said to call him john cos no-one can pronounce his name. juan? apparently, my accent won't last five months. nice. he also told me that barcelona is nice and all, but the people there (barceloids, says ben hales) are crazy. figures...

nice to know that one of my french buddies is an officer (he kept asking these girls in french whether they were free friday night. rejections all round) and that i know the president of french club. discussed the benefits of Marks and Spencers with him as i was waiting to be picked up one day. the fabulous thing about school here is that you meet new people everyday cos there are so many of them. however, more people know me than the other way around cos of my loud, accented voice. people come up to me and say,

"hey, how's pre-cal? i love your accent."

or "hey, i saw you talking to your physics teacher. you're in physics 2, right? cool accent."

bit tired of it, really. i know someone who actually calls me "british girl". but it does make me totally popular, which is pleasant and proves that i'm not a social retard.

ate cake. told everyone about matt and ben. got latin textbook out of locker. planned upcoming film fest with french buddies emily and wenke, cos they won blockbuster coupons on a raffle. wenke decided that we're gonna buy a little bit of all the american confectionary we can lay our hands on and study them. by eating them.

i got home at 10 (i've got keys and a phone and everything - practically like the good old days except without the good and the old) and my dad showed me his new car, which is parked in the garage of our new house. so we went and admired the crap trim (apparently the japanese are really good at putting cars togehter but this car was put together in canada). then we put the little carpety bits in and slid the seats around.

after that, we went back into our empty house (except for four lamps and a desk that's composed of two individual tables courtesy of Ikea), and drank warm sprite (our fridge is a cool box) out of massive novelty christmas mugs given to us by my grand parents.

maybe we'll get a real fridge soon, eh?

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th since 5th october 2001