bah.

I am bored, I am in school, I don't write on here ever. I think I don't want to do this anymore (blog). There is too much to think about, and I prefer not to think.
This weekend will be good.

Re-do.

This is better.


I do not feel better. I feel stupid. I don't want to talk.

Marina's party was absolutely insane. It was only foreign exchange kids, and all completely crazy.
When I was going there, I missed my bus, had to wait 3 hours, then got lost walking in the dark to her house. This was a very strange night, and I hope everyone has one sometime. Here are some pictures of some people:


















And for everyone who knows this story, this is Maxime:




I was planning on telling the whole night here but some of it is very strange, and personal, and I'm really just too lazy.
I will say that Sunday morning was the best wether it's been here. The sun was out, and you could wear a T-shirt, mmm. Saturday had runner-up weather.

What do I write?

I don't know, this short is good, and you should watch.


I don't like Myspace, and I really have nothing to do (except go to the gym): Hey I'll start a blog!
Now I'll tell you what I had for dinner: Potatoes, a vegetable that appears to be a giant green onion but is in fact not, and a foreign vegetarian thing that I cannot describe nor name. (This is my dinner every night). Will people genuinely find this interesting? Why am I writing this? What the hell?