Sat in french, blogging away like a sad little child. It is a mufti day, which basically means that people who care too much about everything unimportant act as though it is a great terror to be judged on what they wear. They have yet to figure out that only the arseholes judge you on trivial things, and their opinions are not to be taken any notice of. if people can't say anything nice, they shouldn't fucking say it. This place is so freaking judgemental of everything, I kind of can't wait to get out of here next summer. I can finally say 'goodbye' with a final flourrish and move on. It's just so static and same-y. I actually can't wait to rip the plastic that is currently suffocating me. The only problem is, nobody else seems to see my suffocation... it's blatently an invisible plight. Anyway, getting away from being overly emotional and poetic like a completely moany twat, at least we have 2 weeks off. 2 lots of french people are coming to stay. That should be cool. Then we go back on halloween.... but.... it's like christmas to me. I love halloween, kind of. Okay, it's an american festival, I'm british. But I can still love how gothic imagary and clothing and other things are more on sale. That's the end of my blabbering on, so long and goodnight.
