Is this happening?!??!? *%&#$&*@

UGH. I was looking up the news back home to be "in the know-how", I guess, and then I saw that they had traded Pudge. NO. No, okay? You cannot trade my favorite Detroit Tigers player to my least favorite team. No. I'm sorry, but you just don't do that. So, Jim Leyland- just...just retire already, okay? Ugh. Stupid stupid Yankees. And this article says they traded him to help the team. What's with that? I thought he was a good catcher. WTF? No. Uuuuuggghhhh. I guess I'll still root for Ivan, but hope he strikes out I guess. Argh.

Dude, this is awesome

I found this article off the Maximum Ride forums, back in May. This is really sweet! Literally, and meaning "awesome". Yeah, so check this out.

Oh, and this is also pretty cool too.

That is almost creepy, man.

So I was just studying French a little in this book. And I was listening to music at the same time. I just...I never did that. Never would listen to music while doing homework or whatever. It's just so weird how much I've changed to become the teenager I am now. I mean, it's weird because now I don't think having iPod headphones plugged in my ears all day with the volume quite high is weird. That's just me, it's normal right now. But back then, it would be weird. I would never do that. And then there's that whole "you" factor. The whole concept of "you" is really quite complex and confusing. Just think about it. It's like, if you weren't a quiet person, you can't imagine yourself being quiet, really. Me? Like that? You can't fathom it. It's weird, man. But yeah. It's hard to believe I'm going to be 14 in like 4 months. Almost exactly 4 months. Me? 14?????? No way, man. I still haven't gotten used to me being 13. I hope I don't turn into a rotten teenager or anything. I want to be one of them cool ones. I'm going to try to not do anything really stupid. 'Course, that's hard to avoid, isn't it? Because "doing something stupid" seems "normal" now. Eh. I'll just live my life, see what happens. There are going to be plenty of lectures I will have to endure over my whole course of teenager-hood. Whatever. Oh, and you guys back home- if I come back a girly-girl or anything, like wearing make-up and "talking about my hair" please, please shoot me. I'm dead serious. Or just a punch. I could not live with myself like that. If I become obsessed with like...Cosmo girl, just like...I dunno, punch me really really hard. Or shoot me. *shudder I really hope I don't turn into that kind of person... *wrinkles nose

Just kidding. Don't shoot me. But you get my drift.

Oh and by the way, the music I was listening to was Becca's (Trinity's) playlist. I've been listening to that literally all day, everyday. Addicting stuff.

I've been thinking...

Well. Almost August. Only about 8, 100 hours or so till I go home. I was thinking that I really didn't like it here. That all it was was sad, depressing, dull, boring and only a little bit of fun. But then I thought, it's only one year. A year is just a small sliver of my life. Like a tiny, tiny piece of pie- my pie, that is. A lot of things are going to be very different when I come back, but as long as I have my friends I can deal. I think. I mean, it's just a year of a totally new and different experience. I still have my friends. I'm just going to try not to kill myself at school, and take advantage of this. I've been thinking about writing a book, or at least starting one. Or at least write poems or songs or whatever. So that's what I'm going to do. Write a song. Or at least try. Mostly I've been killing time listening to playlists, checking out Yahoo Answers, blogging, reading Maximum Ride again, being bored and like... being bored again. Yeah. Oh and also, we got our car today. It's a green VW Golf. I'll probably add pictures later. And I'll add pictures of the school and stuff later too. 

Well this sure stinks

Today I hung out with Erez and Oren. Before I got there, I was on the computer. When I was there I was on the computer. But hey, it was fun and funny. Anyway. They're leaving on like the 12th. 11th? 14th? Somewhere around there. So I have like less than 2 weeks left. Ugh. They told me some stuff about living here for a year. They said that winter will be really awesome, which I can believe. They also said school is really annoying/hard and I should finish my homework asap. That shouldn't be too bad because that was my "habit" anyway. They also said that after school ends and it's the summer, I'll be just so ready for it to end. And then when I finally get home, I'll almost immediately miss France. Ironically. But here's the worst part. They asked me if I missed Ann Arbor. My answer was, of course, YES. And that was the same answer for when they asked if I missed my friends. And you know what they said? They said it's just going to get worse. I roughly quote Oren: "You miss your friends a lot now, but it's going to get really bad. Imagine this times 11-" and then Erez added, "Times 3 quadrillion." So. Well this sure stinks, doesn't it? Yeah. Yeah it does. But I think one of my favorite days of my whole life will be when I arrive at the Detroit airport and see my friends there. If they do in fact come. Man, I can't wait.

Hey, only 11 months to go! And like 339 days left!!!

Oh wait, you guys!!!! You guys!!! They also said that it was definitely worth it to spend a year here. So that's good. Maybe I'll be glad about "wasting" a piece of my pie.

Bike Poems

Eh. I guess I'm somewhat okay poetry. I was bored, inspired and had a pencil and paper nearby. And these are what happened:

Around Lake Geneva (for/inspired by: Dan Levin)
pump, pump down the road
"just keep on pedaling"
your mind is set on consistency mode
the black seat is hot
your butt painfully aches
another steep hill looms; you'd rather not
but you have to, have to get around this lake
honk, honk of the car
you want to glare back, yell
or shoot them the bird
instead the zing of the chain is the only thing heard
a breeze, so simple and merciful
oozes through your shirt with ease
revealing the wet sweat, making your backside a marsh-Geez
you're into the forest now, darker and damp
only a few more miles till you're the champ
click click of the gears
as you go faster you have no more fears
behind you are dots,
mere blurs at your sides
you sing a song, clutch the brakes and grin
thinking back, that was a wonderful ride

Riding a Bike
open the garage
walk past the saws
grab the handlebars,
avoiding the car
kick up the kick stand
turn up the rock band
jump onto the seat
allow pedal and shoe to meet
turn right down the road
you'll soon be in happy mode
push down with your foot
steer to miss that root
look ahead to the sun
this is the most fun
clutch brakes for a stop sign
flick your wrist to check the time
click gears to change speed
pedal fast for the lead
though not in a race
this is to put a smile on your face
grin back at the sky
even if your butt feels as if it is about to die
gulp water down your throat
your current whereabouts remote
legs forever pumping
back sometimes slumping
be proud and quite full of glee
can't you see?
because you no longer are in a car, taking a hike
you are experiencing the most blissful of all: riding a bike

Hope you liked. I'll probably be writing more. Thanks for reading.

Well this is it

You know, in a way we're always going in circles. But gradually we all make some progress. Progress like evolution, technology, etc. But really we're just trying not to get too lost. We don't know why we exist. I'm not talking about chemical reactions to create life, I'm talking about the whole morale thing. We've evolved, we've changed to survive, and all just to experience the universe. That's pretty much it. We have 2 arms, 2 legs, a pretty complicated brain, and about a billion other things to help us try to make something of this. We've got motivational quotes by famous people to keep us thinking, we've got other people (lots of other people) to help us, ruin our lives, and just share what we're going through. You never, ever know what's going to happen. It's science. It's emotional. It's life. We're all just trying to help each other discover and make more progress. Emphasis on trying. There are still those evil people out there. People that like to inflict pain on other people, make bad choices, and not see another human as another friend. We're all humans, ok??? So what if they come from another country?? No offense to that country, that's beside the point. So what if they have a different skin color or anything? They. Are. Still. Humans. Humans have human natures. This is another step of progress we've made to establish that fact. Humans make mistakes. That's natural. But it's also natural to be mad at the person that made the mistake. It's a circle. Never-ending, really. So what I'm trying to say here is, you just live, ok? Maybe try to do something, I dunno. You've got emotions that help you, or drag you down. Stuff like saying "aww" when you see a kitty cat. Stuff like crying when you see someone die. Even if you didn't know them. Because that's one less human to experience the universe, to make something of it. That's one less friend to comfort someone. One less person to feed. One less person to smile at you, even if they don't know you. I'm not an expert on the universe. Or life in general. But I've made some progress myself. We all have. Listening to music, doing stuff that makes you happy. That's what we're after: just to be frickin' happy. And why can't 6 billion people be happy? Because we're all different, we all think things differently. Because there are some human inventions that get in the way. Like guns, war, violence, and money. We're all just trying to be happy, and yet it has to be so hard. And other people make it hard. That's just...no. As a teenager, I have choices to make, sure. Really, you do at any age. But these choices normally become harder. You've got other teens who chose to be mean or something. Basically, most people want other people to notice them. To know that this kind of person exists and has something to share. And it's like a circle again, because 6 billion people want to be noticed by the other 6 billion people, and those other 6 billion people want to be noticed by the...you get it. You want to be cool. I want to be cool, sure. But being cool for me means being happy, really. And being happy for me means having awesome friends who like me, listening to music I like, wearing clothes that I like to wear, and just being different because I'm like that. It's pretty simple, really. There's always all this talk about how "just be yourself, you know, don't try to be anyone else" and I really agree with it, yeah. Because being yourself normally, most likely, means you'll be happy. But it's hard. There's that thing called peer pressure. There's jealousy, there's confusion, there's enough emotions and misunderstanding to kill someone (not literally) and sometimes you just don't know what to do, because what if you're not enough? If, if, if. No one can control you or me. We've got a whole bunch of stuff to pay attention to to make you happy, we've got a few billion other people to make friends with, I've already got a lot of friends that are just awesome. I'm trying to make something of this universe, and I already have. Like I said before. You do what makes you happy, you discover and let go sometimes. I have a hard time letting go of stuff sometimes. I don't want to things to change sometimes. I don't want to lose someone. But you shouldn't, and won't if you're happy, they're happy; you're human. You just let yourself be human, because nothing is going to matter, and because it's all gonna matter a lot. We can solve the world's problems. We really can. We're humans. If we're trying to be happy, and are happy, we can act like humans. You're not supposed to care. You're supposed to care about everything, though.

Humans + happiness = ??

Let's see what happens.

Current Interests

Recently I have gotten really into the whole "zen" of Maximum Ride again. Great, great books. I'd say the first one is one of my favorite, favorite, FAVORITE books. They're so...just read 'em. I've been checking out their blog a lot more; you can see the link to it on my "Check out these Links!" section in the lower right corner of this page. So that's been going on. I also really like trumpet. I did really like. And I also really like guitar. This I also did really like before. Thing is, I can't decide whether or not to

• focus on trumpet
• focus on guitar
• play both

See, I had guitar lessons, but then me going to France for the summer kinda interfered. I still like playing guitar. I'm not that good. Well, I'm o k a y, but I think I'm better at trumpet. In a way I like trumpet better. I mean, if I choose guitar, it's like I'll be thrown into this world of high-competition, hard rock, goth people, I mean, it'd just be too much I think. I can't....there are like.. a LOT of other guitarists. I don't like all the "competition". Plus, do you guys know any really good female trumpet players? Like, famous ones? Sure, I'm sure there are some, but not a whole lot.

I love playing jazz. I have inspirations on trumpet. I like playing it a lot. I'm not too bad. I played the concert F major scale, arpeggio and thirds pretty much the fastest in the whole class in 7th grade. Not to brag, 'course. Trumpet's my thing. But then again, how can I let go of guitar? Playing rock and roll is really awesome. It's easier..to make a rock band, as opposed to a jazz band. It's a hard decision for me. But I think I'm leaning more towards trumpet. I need to practice, though. I haven't played in that thing for like 3 months. I named my trumpet Eugene. My long-term goal is to get on the Michigan Marching Band. Awesomeness.

summary?

So. We've been here like 23 days or something like that. I'd say, overall, it has been...interesting. Weird. Boring. Hard. Exciting. Painful. Dull. Warm. Rainy. Sad. Depressing. Fun. Tasty. There's a 13-word summary. Here's what an average day for me here is like:

Waking up in our apartment normally happens around 8-9am for me. And is caused by either me naturally waking up, hearing my parents talk (you can hear almost everything in our apartment, so it's really annoying when people are talking) or like...I just...woke..up. Then I take my retainer out of my mouth (I've been wearing that thing like everyday since I've gotten it) and look out the window to look at the weather. Normally it's sunny. Sometimes dark and rainy. Then I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. By then I'm pretty fully awake (that did not make sense, but whatever) and am ready to "greet" the day.

Breakfast consists mostly of bread-like things. A croissant; plain or with jam or something, a chocolate croissant, cereal (mostly like Nesquik, muesli, etc), or like...bread. Oh, and we have tons of fruit. Sometimes, though, we are treated by having my dad's famous blueberry pancakes which are a-really really goooood. Goosd. Really goosd. So then I normally get on the computer. I'm supposed to study French everyday for like 20-30 minutes. Sometimes that happens. Sometimes I just don't feel like it or forget. Then I'll check email, see if anyone is on chat. 'Course, it'd be like...in the wee hours of the morning at that time for you guys. But whatever. I'll blog. Maybe do YouTube. Do lots of iTunes. Then, unless we have some plan for the day, like hiking or shopping or something, I might read a book, write, practice guitar, write a letter, sit being bored, feel sad, or procrastinate about practicing my trumpet. But normally I spend several hours on the computer.

Lunch. Fruit, baguette, bread n' cheese, meat, uh fruit again...that kinda stuff. We go through a lot of baguettes. And a box of like 8 croissants normally lasts about...2 days. We go grocery shopping a lot. A TON. And we always get a lot of food. Us Americans..pshaw. Such gluttonous eaters. Anyway. Then I might ride my bike somewhere or something. If you haven't guessed it already, an average day here is dull, boring, and normally depressing. But somehow I have managed. So yeah.

Dinner (or "din-din" as I like to call it) is... normally pasta or meat or something. It's just dinner. Not that...unusual. But anyway. After-dinner activities consist of-no, not after-dinner mints,-but like, doing the dishes, playing cards, watching a movie, reading, or any of the above pretty much. I also might like sweep. I swear, you can get like a pretty decent pile of dirt and crumbs and other bligadesh (you type of stuff you collect on a broom) like every frickin' day. It's actually kinda gross. But anyway. Ooh! We also of course have dessert. Can not forget them cactus's! Ha ha...no that was not funny I know. But as I was saying...dessert is normally like chocolate or ice cream. We have some Twix bars left and Cornettos. Them goooood. (Goosd) Then I might stay up to see if anyone is on chat, which is normally 0-2 people, and then brush teeth, take shower, etc. Then I'll get back into my bed, absorbing my new room, and say goodnight to my friends.

Just Like Old Times

Yesterday we spent about 10 hours with the Levins. My day began with a chocolate croissant, a plain croissant and some water. I got on the computer, being the computer-addict I am. Listened to Itunes. Studied French. Blogged maybe. And then it got interesting at around 2. We had a plan to hike the Saleve with the Levins and had to take a bus (several of them) to the bottom of the mountain. My mom told us the bus was leaving at like 2:41. We left the apartment at around 2:30. I said to my mom, "We have to run!" And that is just what I did. But running with hiking boots at least a size too large on a hot day is not...convenient. Or pleasant. So eventually I stopped. But then I just switched to my passing-time pace. My mom nor Zach were running. When we met up at a crosswalk close to the bus stop, I looked at my watch and we had like 7 minutes. I said to my mom, "We're not going to make it, we have like 5 minutes." See, I'm the type of person that says I'll be late to class even if we have like 3 more minutes and I'm practically running. I'll say we have 5 minutes when we really have 15. I'm just pessimistic like that. Anyway. We missed our bus. It actually was a wild plan, because our real bus was near the border, which was like a 20 minute walk. So we called my dad, who was biking to the mountain. We were only about 30 minutes late though. We walked to the other bus stop and waited. Waited for like 10 minutes. When the bus finally came, it was as full as the Michigan Stadium during the OSU/UM game. That was an exaggeration. But it was capital-F-you-double-ell. Naturally we had to stand up. But I was used to that. But it's still annoying with all that many germs and little kids staring at you. I tell you, there is perhaps not many other things more annoying than little kids watching you closely as if you were wearing a big sign that said some important information they really needed to know. I vow to never stare at people because that is just...so dang irksome. Anyway. So we rode a bus to the Geneva Cornavin (train/tram/bus station). Then my mom had some trouble finding the right bus, but this lady helped her. She sounded like she was American, but said she was actually French. I was surprised. My mom and her talked a little before she had to get on her bus. So then we waited a few more minutes for our bus. It was full-ish. We were going to ride it to the last stop, and then guess what happened. On one of the stops, the Levins came on! So it was a good thing we missed that bus. That was awesome. So I talked to Erez and Oren and we took some pictures. It was cool. Then eventually we got off, with the Saleve so close I felt like I could touch it. So close you could see almost all of the details of the cliffs and stuff. But we still had to walk. We met up with my dad before we got to the mountain and kept walking. But then. Ow. ... Ow. ... Ow. It felt like there was a stinging bee...or just a stingy thing in my left sock. Ow. Every few seconds, I felt the sharp sting and muttered an "Ow." My mom thought it was a stinging nettle. When we took the boot and sock off, there wasn't anything there really. But we shook out my sock and put some lotion on my foot. It seemed to help. No more sting. Yay. Then we sort of split into two groups. One group was the slow-ish/talk-ish group with Aviva (Erez and Oren's mom) and my mom. They were already far behind when we started climbing. I was the one girl in a group with 5 guys. Great. But I was confident. This was my chance to prove my...my..non-sissy-ness. I had already done one hard hike this year, I wasn't going to give up. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other. Constantly. And quickly. Dan had set a pace similar to my passing-time pace, but I didn't want to waste my energy so I mostly stayed towards the back. It was really hard at first. Climbing on a steep rocky trail, zig-zagging up the forest. My legs ached after a few minutes and I was always breathing heavily. Man...this...was...hard...But I kept going with my strategy, just putting one foot in front of the other. I didn't stop. I kept walking up. I kept thinking, "Do it for Chester, just do it" It was painful. It was exhausting. Oren had kinda lagged off behind, but Dan waited for him. Erez and Zach had went ahead, but my dad and I met up with them on a bench. We had to climb up some stairs, which was pretty much the worst part. The second set of stairs were like huge teeth belonging to someone who hadn't had enough dentist appointments. They were also almost too much trouble than they were worth. But I made it up. I had a few water breaks, took some pictures, which I will of course add later. Dan and Oren were behind us a little bit, and we kept going. Then at some point I was just with Erez and Zach because my dad and Dan and Oren were talking. It was quiet. I was thinking about waiting for them, but then decided it'd be better to just keep going. Eventually my dad came up behind us and we kept hiking up. Almost there. My dad started talking to Erez. Erez said he first climbed the Saleve when he was like 9 and that was when he did it in an hour and 10 minutes. He also had ran up part of it. Dang. He also told us about his shirt. It was green and said "How you 'gunna compost that?" It was from his camp he went to. Everyone was really close to each other and you just talk about deep things and all that. It actually sounded like a really cool camp. Anyway, we finally reached the top. It was so so great. It took us about an hour and 20 minutes, according to my watch. I could see the cable car that would take us down, and the great view. Ahh. And then sitting down never felt so awesome. That chair was like the best thing to have exist. And then we all got Cokes, and never have my taste buds greeted all that sugar with open arms. It was the best coke I had ever had. I finished it pretty quick too. I was really thirsty. Oren and Dan came up around 5-10 minutes after us. I was so proud of myself. Ahh. Then I went with Oren to the playground. Went down the slides. Took some videos. Pictures. Then we went to the place where para-gliders take off. There were a lot of para-gliders off the Saleve. I think Zach wants to take lessons and do it. I would want to do it too, but it'd be expensive. Yet fun. So then after a bit my mom and Aviva came up. After some more talking and admiring the view, we took the cable car down. Dan wanted to run down though, so he did. The cable car ride took like 10 minutes or less. We got another great view of the mountain. My ears popped. By the time we got down it was like 6 or 7 or something. The day was still not over. Erez wanted to listen to his iPod, and we started a game of Hooligan. Hooligan is where someone is a hooligan (normally Oren) and he (or she) tries to attack or steal something from the king (normally like Erez or Zach) and there are security guards (normally me and Zach) who try to hold back the Hooligan. It's a great game. Violent, but such great fun. We always seem to adapt English accents when talking in this game. I dunno why, it's just something we do. If you were to watch this game, you'd hear Erez scream a lot saying "SECURITY!!!" and Oren laughing, and Zach threatening Oren, and me I guess laughing. It's such a fun game. Anyway. So after a while that got sort of old. Well, tiring anyway. I was tired. We decided we'd go to this pizza place and have dinner together. Dan came down, sweat dripping off his chin. My dad was biking to the restaurant, and we all rode buses. The first one we got on didn't have anyone on it for a while, and we (me, Erez and Oren) started singing snippets of Beatles songs. We were out of key, and Erez and Oren argued a little, but it was really fun. Oren still had some energy, amazingly, and swung around on the handle, much to the annoyance of all of us. Then people got on the bus and we had to stop singing. But Oren kept swinging around. Sigh. So much energy. We got on more buses, and on one ride, I counted like 3 straight Smart cars. I was like, "Smart car!!" seconds later- "Smart car!!!" then, "Another one!!" I got like 12 that day. I'm up to about 50 total. According to Dan and Erez, I'm quite good at spotting Smart cars. Heh. So we got to Meyrin. Pretty much the whole city is going under construction to add tram/train rails so we had to go a different way to the pizza place. We got there at like 9. It was an Italian place. We ate inside because there were too many people outside. It was nice. I was really hungry. Oren showed me this huge Nutella jar, that was about 7-9 inches tall or something. *Drools... it was really fun at the restaurant. We just talked and laughed. Oren made a huge mess on the table cloth by spilling his water, and he broke way too many toothpicks. At the end, he wanted the last one, but Zach was like, "Here, Oren, let's look at the ratios- Me, 2; Erez, 2; Amelia, 1; you, 5. I think that it's only fair that Amelia gets the last one." So that's what happened. It was really funny the way Zach said it. It took some time for the waiter to come around. It was funny when all of the "kids" ordered because we all ordered Salade Vert and pizzas. The salad had this really good mustard-y dressing on it. I cleaned my plate pretty quick. But my stum-ack still wanted more food. It was a good salad. Erez had put a whole bunch of stuff on it like salt and pepper and oil. Zach tried that, but didn't quite like the mustard-y dressing. Then Oren grossed all of us out by using his fingers to wipe up the rest of the dressing. He also spilled even more water. It was so funny I'm even laughing now as I type it. Ahh. Good times. Then finally the guy came back to take our "main course" orders. I got a Pizza Margartita. Which is just a plain cheese pizza. That's what Erez and Zach got too. Oren got a spicy pepperoni-like pizza. I ate happily. We also got Sprites, which came in cool bottles. I put some "spicy" oil on my pizza, which made it really good. I ate all of but like a fourth. It was really really good. Ahh. It was like 11 by the time we finished. Oren and Erez were shooting little pieces of the table cloth at each other, (it was paper) which were followed by much laughter. Erez used his tongue and Oren just threw it. We also liked to cut up the table cloth and make holes in it. It's actually really fun. And then I took some pictures of Erez and Oren holding up the Sprite bottles with their tongues. Ah. Eventually we left the restaurant, after paying for the "aftermath". I took my Sprite bottle home, as a momento of one of the best days ever. The Levins walked home and my dad got the CERN car. But then Dan had left his cell phone in the car, so we drove to their apartment and gave it back. We said goodbye to Dan and Erez, who had come back early to retrieve the phone. They're going on a 2-day trip to somewhere in Switzerland. So then we drove home. It was around 11:30 when we finally opened the door to our apartment. By the time I had plopped down in my bed, my leg muscles were screaming quietly, my head pounding from excursion and dehydration, my armpits drenched, and my mouth sore from grinning.

Just like old times.

"Our!" "Trip!" 2 "Geneva!"

Yesterday, no wait, like the day before or something like that, I went on a little trip thingy to explore Geneva with Erez and Oren. I rode my bike with my dad to their apartment earlier-ish in the mornin' (like around 9:30) and then after watching a small fraction of a Simpsons episode and busting my guts out from laughing, we rode a bus down to the big city. I had my backpack with a swimsuit, towel, goggles, sunscreen and a bottle of water. When we got there we just walked around. Well, that's pretty much what we did all day. We went in a Swatch store, which I hadn't been in about 3 years. It was great. And then we'd stare at pocket knives and watches in the store windows, drooling. And then every few seconds Oren would go, "Woah, Amelia-look how big that one is!!" and I'd just say, "Yeah. Wow. That one is like a few inches thick." Which some of them were. We went in the co-op (mall-ish place) and went to the pen section. They had some awesome fountain pens. After more walking around, we also went down to this awesome toy store. Yes, I did say toy store. And yes, I am 13. What can I say? Asterix and Obelix-shaped pieces of plastic just never get old to me. It was called Franz Carl Webber or something. While we were walking towards the store, we saw these two people posing as statues, making an occasional head movement. It was kind of freaky. The store had like 3 levels, the first with these stuffed animals attached to balloons that bark or whatever when you touch the balloon or something. And then they would sort of like...move in a way that looked as if they were either suffering from extreme back pain and had broken their spines, or were doing some weird walk. You'd hear the barking the whole time you were in the store pretty much. It got really annoying. They also had Asterix and Obelix figures, along with some Garfield, Smurf, knight-'n-horses and other stuff. Man, but those little figurines were expensive. It cost like 9 Swiss Francs (or 9 dollars) to buy one. Geez. And they were small too. But I still might buy one sometime. They're good momentos. So then we went to the 2nd floor. This almost caused me to like...spazz out. The first thing you see is just boxes and boxes of pink. Eugh. It was the Barbie floor. But luckily, if you turned around the corner, you could be spared the humility of almost passing out. There were video games. I saw a few NHL 08 games, with covers I hadn't seen in the U.S. It was cool. So then we went up to the final level, which literally made me go "Woah...." They had these awesome model cars. From too-small-for-Lego-sized, to Lego-sized, to bigger-than-Lego-sized. They had Lego-sized Smart cars, too. Awesomeness. And then they also had a whole shelf of playmobile, and several shelves of Legos. 'Course, it was the new stuff. Lego City, Bionicle, etc. etc. But it was cool. Legos and Playmobile are two things under my list of "Just Pure Genius". Yup. We had a good time widening our eyes and exclaiming several "woah!"s and "Dude!"s and whatnot. But then we left. We passed these two violin players on the sidewalk playing along to some classical music. We just kept walking around. Erez and Oren got panini's for lunch, but I wasn't hungry-I had a big breakfast. Then we decided to go back to the fountains across from the U.N. because it was a hot day. We rode the bus over there, but they were not on. We all wanted to get wet. Oh well. So we just sat there, complaining, and arguing about whether or not we should go to the pool. But I didn't feel like going to a pool. Pools are...for...poolers. I was not a pooler. Or from Georgia. So we just went back to the Levin's apartment. I was tired and just sat on the bed. I looked at their copy of Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment. That's like my favorite book. I highly recommend it. You can check out their blog if you want-it's cool. But I recommend reading the books first. It's at: maximumride.blogspot.com. So anyway. I read the critic's opinions and stuff. Then we watched a few Simpsons episodes and stuff. And I had to restrain Oren from getting on Erez's bed while he was reading. I was tired. Eventually my dad came to ride me home and I left. I felt like I had a fever. But we didn't have a thermometer so we'll never know fer sher. I ate a pitiful amount of dinner, but had some potatoes. But mostly I just laid on my bed, not really asleep, not really awake. I went to bed at around midnight.

LAST CERN TOUR

Today my family and Oren and a bunch of other physicists went on the last CERN tour of ATLAS, the experiment that is the whole reason we are here. It was cool. I took tons of pictures, which I'll add later. The guide was Steve Goldfarb, this cool guy who sings in a blues/r&b band that is pretty famous in the CERN world. So we went underground to see these massive "Big Wheels" and stuff. We had to wear construction hats. It smelled somewhat like pound cake and metal down there. We got to see the control room, which was a bunch of laptops and people staring at screens. Yeah. I'll add the pictures later. It was cool. After today, everything will be closed now and they'll be ready to really turn it on.

Fountains and swimming

Recently, we (me, Zach, my two friends Erez and Oren) went to the Geneva fountains and played in them. The fountains are right across the street from the UN, which is pretty cool. We brought a frisbee, and I had the idea to put it in the fountain's path so it would shoot up. Eventually we got the frisbee to be in the air for 24 seconds (our record) but most of the time it'd only last about 12 seconds. That was fun. And then just yesterday we went to the Geneva pool. They have two diving boards; a 1-meter and 3-meter. I went off the 1 meter like 15 times and the 3 meter like 10 times. Mostly I just did a cannonball, spin, pencil dive or just jump off. It was really awesome. At first the height is a little intimidating, but then you just jump up on the board, look down and see the blue water, then suddenly feel a hard force and suddenly get wet. I got water up my nose a lot. Ugh. There were these other people that did like back flips and sweet dives and all that. Wow. I was the only girl for a while, but then there were others and this one girl did a backflip. So, yeah. We also got ice cream and stuff. Fun.

ugh

UGH. So, yeah we got Internet and therefore can access the Itunes store. I had a list of a lot of songs I needed to buy. Well, turns out the credit card info doesn't really match with the zipcode. They don't know we're in France, and we can't have the billing address be in France. I guess we could use PayPal or something...ugh this is just SO ANNOYING. I just want to buy some songs, ok??? Who cares where I am?? I'm giving you guys money!!! Why do you care/??? UGH UGH UGH.

ugh...here is the re-written post that is really bad

On sunday my dad and I went for a hike. We hiked the Jura, which is really really steep. At the end we had a good view and I took lots of pictures, which I will add later. But then when we were at the top, behind us were very ominous clouds. So we like ran down the mountain. We got a little wet. No blood though. It was really annoying climbing down steep trails, especially when they're extremely slippery. Yeah. ugh.

ARGH THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS

I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED A BLOG POST I WAS WRITING AND I REALLY DON'T FEEL LIKE RE-WRITING IT, BUT I SHOULD. UGH UGH UGH UGH THIS HAPPENED BEFORE!!! IT'S SO ANNOYING!!!! SO #*$&#%&&#%&* ANNOYING UGH UGH AND I WROTE A LOT TOO!!! UGH UGH STUPID THING

WE HAVE INTERNET

Just today, at around 9pm or so my time, we got Internet! So now it will be way easier for me to regularly update my blog and all that. Yeah.

After the Jazz

This one's called after the jazz because last night (July 19) we went to the Montreaux Jazz Festival with our great friends the Levins. I saw 2 groups: one big band from Maryland and a few songs of this French/Swiss group. The American jazz band had this guy that kept remarking how beautiful their female singer was. She was an ok singer, and so was the guy but it got a little annoying. They also had this 18-year old trombone player and a 89-year old trumpet player. Dang. It was cool. There were tons of people, though. I got this Mexican food and for dessert we had these fatty, sugary pasteries. They were like star-shaped dough filled with stuff and deep-fried with sugar. Quite good. Before that we all sat on the rocks near the Lake (Lake Geneva) and I sat with Oren putting my feet in the water. Ah. It was great. There would be these big waves coming up, and we'd both yell and scream as they approached. I got sorta soaked. But the water felt so good. It was hot that day. We had a great view of the mountains. There was also this English-speaking guy that was somewhat a jerk. He had these motor-cycle like glasses and drank lots of beer. He also like rattled off a bunch of swearwords at this other guy and insulted him. And he dripped beer on my backpack. Oh well. So then we rode the train home at like 9. I was so tired. We had to sit somewhat apart because there were lots of people. Trains are cool. Fast, and you get a good view. So at the festival I bought these posters. They're cool. We got home at around 10:15 and then I wrote this:

Ah, some things just can't be replaced. I stand leaning against our apartment porch railing, just gazing up and around at my surroundings. It's 10:30. The distant rumble and hustle of the city road can be heard but I'm past that. Still I stop to think about what those people are doing, where they are going. Yet then the constant beat of the cicadas are now recognized and seem more important. I can see the faint outline of the Salev, with one yellowish dot glowing on top. There are a few clouds in the sky, looking like greyish scabs that were picked at all day by cloud-looker-aters against the deep blue evening. Calmly inhaling, the smells of laundry, sweat, some horse poop, the grass and the crisp night air that had been inhaled and exhaled throughout the whole day all create a picture in my mind., But the best is yet to come. My head, my tired head, drifts up to admire the sky. The moon peeks up over a clump of clouds, casting a faint haze over the nearest pillows. It rises! As I write, the yellow-white body of rock orbiting our Earth floats higher and higher into the atmosphere until I can see all of it through a gap in the wet clouds. Ahh.... And then, and airplane flying off is head and I can glimpse a traveling blinking light high in the night sky. And then. Although great white puffs cover almost half of the half-sphere I gaze up at, I can see a few trembling stars, glowing as reminders or proof of how lovely, how amazing, human comprehension of this life can be. My worries are temporarily forgotten and all those rules, those sterotypes, society and "normal" are forgotten. Even though I long to be with my wonderful friends, I can live. Because no matter how mean, how terrible and hard the school will be and no matter how hard and unfair and stupid life can be, I can always come back to this. My mouth suddenly forms a smile. Ah...just...this is great. The simplest, blissful things can hurt-hurt your mouth muscles from smiling, that is.The moon is yet again rising. My parents are still up; my mom calling people on the phone and my dad looking at a map. We're planning on going on a hike tomorrow. This is now, though This is both now and then. 10:57 and 35 seconds. Ahh...contentment. bliss. happiness. You cannot...it's not...sometimes money doesn't mean anything. It's not worth anything. It can't replace human emotion. Everything isn't bought, everything is experienced. There was no mail today. But there is yet another day to be taken in, and yet another night. I just wish we could all take time to do this. To stop our constant pursuit of...of what we don't even know, and think. Close your eyes maybe. Just listen. Smell....Be "in the moment"......The moon is now enveloped behind clouds. The stars continue to blink and wink. It's all...unknown. But is it? It's all what you perceive, or none of your perception. It's whatever you want to think, and maybe (probably) can't be transferred into language perhaps. Whatever. Even if we (or at least I) don't necessarily know the answer to life, or anything for that matter- one thing is clear, at least: Life is good (goosd).

I'll add jazz festival pictures later, and update about my hike another time. Thanks for reading! Please do comment!

this is my room

even more pics

MORE pictures: the apartment and stuff from the first day

More pictures; here's the airplane ride and stuff

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It's the bike, it's the rain, it's me

Yesterday was quite fun. It was wet, rainy, very enjoyable and bloody. Here is the "story".

Zach, my 15- and almost 16-year old brother sounded a lot like me yesterday. At least, for some part. I used to hate hikes. Despise of them, wanting to strangle or spit on them, always groaning and complaining whenever my parents forced me to walk up a mountain. Zach wasn't the kind that greeted them like Little Timmy getting his shiny red, new tricycle either. But the times they are a changin'. When my parents (mostly my mom) suggested we go for a hike yesterday, I was thrilled. I felt as if I was Little Timmy, getting both a shiny red new tricycle AND a large lollipop AND a new little puppy. So, so happy. And you know why? Because I was so frickin' BORED out of my MIND just sitting in our apartment, reading or being bored for about a week with NOTHING to do, and FINALLY, I can get out of the house, get some exercise and take some good pictures. Zach was quite the opposite. He was acting as though Little Timmy was forced into child labor, killing innocent little puppies with his bear teeth. My mom and spent perhaps half an hour of glaring and getting all worked up at him for being on his computer for hours and hours and then not wanting to hike. Zach would sit on the couch making pitiful excuses. He didn't want to go because it might rain. It did look like it was going to rain, too. But still. He sounded like a...a teenager. A somewhat bratty one at that. Ugh. I was so frustrated. Disgusted. I was all ready to go, bringing my camera and having my shoes put on my feet, ready to walk over mountainous terrain. Finally, Zach was persuaded to come. So we got in the car, drove about 3/4 there when we were passing CERN on a round-a-bout. And guess what? It started raining. I could see the little spots of wet blobs slowly falling down onto the car windshield, making that soft splat sound. So my dad suggested that we get the bikes at CERN and go biking. Me and Zach both went "YEAH!" but my mom had less enthusiasm. But she eventually agreed and we got Zach's bike from the lab and drove back home. I put on my Ill-ee-no-wah (Illinois) hat, which was my oldest and favorite baseball cap, as I had gotten it in like second grade at a football game with my grandpa and my mom. I also brought along my camera (of course), rain paints and my hockey jacket. We got my bike from a guy at CERN not using it. It's a foldable bike, with tires just about the size of a medium-sized pizza, straight handlebars, a low frame and like 6 gears. We were all ready to go, and got outside the apartment. But first my dad had to make a few tweaks on his and Zach's bikes. My dad's bike is pretty much a piece of crap. That's not meant as an insult to the original owner (it belonged to another CERN employee) but seriously, if you saw that thing, the first word that would pop into your head is "crap". It hardly has any working brakes. Zach's bike is also an old CERN bike I think, and has problems with gears or something. My mom's bike is new; we got it at this French bike store here. I just rode my bike around the apartment, trying out the gears and stuff. It made an annoying sound when you back-pedaled, but it was okay. I had to raise my seat a lot, though. After a while we finally departed on our bike trip. My dad was leading the way, claiming he knew some Swiss paths. We went on some back roads, crossed the border into Switzerland and found ourselves on a rocky and unpleasant path. It only lasted for about 600 feet. We were riding alongside a vineyard. I took some pictures. My dad and I were ahead of Zach and my mom for the majority of the whole trip; my mom couldn't ride very fast, even with her large-ish wheels. I thought I would be in the back because of my small, puny wheels but I was just behind my dad. We passed this fancy estate thing, that had cow statues. Then we went down these roads and biked next to more vineyards. Eventually we went into this forest and stopped to look at the river we found. There were some kayakers and lots of horse-riders around. After a short rest we continued up the path, and then something...cool, I guess happened. While the rest of my family was looking at a map, I looked farther up the path. I saw this huge hill in front of us. It looked quite steep from where I was. I went back to my dad and said, "There's this huge hill! I won't be able to climb it, I can just walk my bike." My dad, in his trying-to-be-convincing-and-encouraging voice, replied "You can do it; you're a strong young woman." My mom just nodded. I didn't think I could climb that hill. But I tried anyway. Clicking to my almost-lowest gear, I started pedaling modestly towards the hill. I was behind my mom, and as we started to climb she cut diagonally across, right in front of me, trying to go up the hill in a zig-zag. I yelled "hey!" and she moved. It was hard. I advanced, passing Zach about halfway up. Eventually I passed everyone and was well in the lead. Breathing heavily, alternating exhales between a hard "hoooo" and a soft "huuuh" and playing a soundtrack of "you can do it" and "just keep going", I went further up. I glanced back and noticed my dad was the only one left actually pedaling; my mom and Zach were walking their bikes. I got up the first steep hill, only to find another steep hill after that on the road. But my momentum didn't falter; I glanced back and noticed that even my dad was walking his bike. I was the only one to bike up that hill. And I was the one who doubted myself. I grinned as I finished that exhausting feat, saying to my mom as we rode on the path, "That was ironic." She looked back at me and said, "What was?" and I said with a grin, "That I was the one who didn't think I could climb that hill, and I was the only one (and first) to do it." After that hill episode, we continued into the forest. Now we had a plan of going to Lake Geneva. We went on this one trail that went to Versoix, one of the towns on the border of Lake Geneva. We passed this one house in the forest, and this big Rotweiler-ish dog started running at me and my dad, barking viciously. I just muttered, "Well, excuse us!" and I heard my mom a few feet behind me say in a humorous voice, "Same to you, bucko!" Eventually we got to some busy-ish streets and found ourselves staring at a whole harbor looking as if someone had barfed up a whole load of sailboats. There were tons of 'em. We then sat down on a bench and grabbed out the chocolate. There was also a few swarms of gnats hanging out around my dad's head and my right knee. They didn't bother us though. I drained my plastic water bottle in a few minutes, having that be the only water I had had the whole day. And I had like 4 pieces of de-lish-us chocolate. It was goood. Then it started to rain when we decided to head home. The Lake was cool; we could see all the way across it to the other side, though the length-side disappeared into the horizon to our left. It was about 50 miles all the way around the lake. One of our good friends, Dan Levin, who also worked at CERN with my dad, had biked around it a few times. I want to do that but have to get in shape. So we left the lake, me putting on my jacket, as more of the little pouches of H2o started to succumb to the law of gravity. We went back a different way, and almost got lost in a way. My dad was sort of guessing, but knew the general area. It was so fun to coast down the hill that I had so laboriously climbed up. We could see very dark clouds in the sky, looking very foreboding. Then it really started to pour as we got closer and closer to Ferney. But I was happy. I LOVED the rain. Heh heh...biking in the rain was one of my favorite things. As I biked along a smooth road, I started to hum/sing Spring and a Storm (Tally Hall). I was getting SO drenched; I could see drops on my Illinois hat and my cargo shorts were almost see-through. I didn't care at all. When we got to a point about 10 minutes away from Ferney, my dad and I stopped to wait for Zach and my mom. I was practically sprinting on my bike, grinning, humming Ruler of Everything (Tally Hall) and getting soaked. Once we passed the border I knew how to get home. I was biking in the street, having to ride through wet pot-holes and puddles. As I neared the round-a-bout near the shops where I bought the postcards, I thought I should get on the sidewalk; there was a dark car behind me. I saw the sidewalk and that there was a huge puddle next to the curb. It looked to me like the curb was low enough to get over. I aimed for the edge of the curb, cutting through the deep puddle. It all happened so suddenly, yet I still have a vivid frame of it. The stubby wheel couldn't go up the curb. I fell off the bike and onto the sidewalk, landing on my right arm, which caused the jacket sleeve to be pushed up a few inches before the elbow. It didn't actually hurt that much. I'm serious. I could see my dad further down the round-a-bout waiting for the others and saw a dark car behind me. I looked back and didn't see Zach or my mom. I got up from the sidewalk, muttering swear words and got on my bike again. I reached my dad and said, "I just wiped out," He looked surprised and asked "You did?" I "Yeah, I was just going up a curb and it was too high," I received an "Oh." and he told me about how curbs can be tricky. When we got home I asked my dad if there was any blood. He said there was some on my leg and I looked down and saw a bunch of runny red streaks on my right leg. There was also this stinging in my right elbow, so I pulled the jacket sleeve down and saw a reddish bruise, which later bled. My mom came back later and after my dad said I had wiped out, I indicated my leg and she started making pained noises and tried to comfort me. I didn't need any, though. Not one tear was shed. I took some pictures. To make a long story short, I took a shower and cleaned it up, put some bandaids on it and we had dinner.

We drove over to this Buffalo Grill place, which was this American food chain. I got buffalo wings, French fries and some dessert. It wasn't the best food. I kind of regret going, because we were eating American food in France. Whatever. I will add the pictures to everything in later posts.

If you're my friend and am bored...

I made this quiz. I was really bored ok? Check it out if you want.

http://www.quizyourfriends.com/take-quiz.php?id=0807120950443773&a=1&

Ok, um actually...please forgive my stupid mistake. On the 10th (last) question, I said the right answer was B, but that is wrong. If you get that one wrong, it's ok. Just like tell me what you said and I'll see if you got the RIGHT answer. Sorry. Ugh. Damn it. I thought I did the right one...

Day 10 (if you count the day we left)

I can finally start blogging again, at least for now. The Internet company says we have to wait at least another 20-some days. ARGH. But here's a few things I wrote for the past few days: (it was originally written in a journal)

July 10, 2008
I've been wanting to write a book. I still do. But it's a lot, a LOT of work. But it's just so fun to have your thoughts, ideas and opinions (or lack thereof) translated into language and then read and understood by possibly millions. It's fun to make up your own cool characters, have them have/do special/funny things. But at the same time, my arm is tired and racking your brains to find a decent plot is not easy or fun. But I've been interested in bicycles. Maybe I can incorporate those into a story. And I'd like to have an unusual plot (don't we all?) that's unexpected; not necessarily bad vs. good. I don't want the story to be predictable, yet I want readers to relate to the characters and/or what they do and what happens. And maybe the "good guy" won't win in the end. That's hard. But I've set goals, I have ideas and my writing skills are worth more than your pocket change probably. I can try. I could just start writing down random stuff. I mean, it's not like I'm under a deadliine. IU'm not even doing this for a job. I'm 13. I don't have a fancy-schmancy degree or nothing'. This is merely a long-term idea, wish or fantasy. Just my creativity (as little as there may be) the interest, some slight motivation, a pen and some paper. Oh, and there's chocolate on the 3rd shelf of the 2nd cabinet. I can try. See, it's 'cause I want this. I want to connect with readers and people in general. Make them "feel something", I guess. Motivate them to rethink their lives and do something great. There are countless other books out there by authors you actually know the names of. So why read this one? Oh, right. You're not. I'll probably be the only one to have read this...this...failure. But whatever. I think I'm setting my goals too high or something. Shrug. I just started writing randomly. Like, sometimes I'll just think of a cool, rhyming line or lines in my head and immediatley get inspired. Run to my desk, grab a pen and a notebook and start scribbling about who knows what. Take now, for instance. Mostly that'd be poetry. I'm not much of a poet, but I'm not much of a failure either. I guess the two meet up on a sheet of paper and make up "Amelia Diehl". I've been thinking about an auto-biography, but unless something interesting happens in my life, that idea would be stuck in a closet in my old college dorm, or at best, at the back of a second-hand bookstore shelf. I AM in France, but there are several hundred-thousand others with the same description . But my family might go without a car for a year. That would be my dream anyway. But we're planning on getting a car. Sheesh. As if the world didn't have any warming-up problems that could be fixed, or at least helped, if we just all forgot about "normal" and set our lives at "common-sense" and "the right thing to do". No, lets just not care about the fact that life as we know it now is being destroyed NOW and we could choose to help. Besides, I did mention I like bicycles. Biking is fun. But no, we have to act like the rest of the US population and not change our lifestyles for the better. It'd only be for one year, geez. But then I'd try to continue it back home. I could be like that one guy that we read about in science class who walked everywhere and took a vow of silence. Never rode in a car. I'd bike or walk places. I mean, sure, if we were going to like Arizona or something, I'd probably hop in a car. But still, man. It's good excercise and WAY cheaper. A few months back, I had this random impulse to bike and possible move short-term to Montreal. I'm a rabid hockey fan and I like the Habs. Plus, I've heard it's a cool city. It's like 500 miles away, but it'd be interesting to write a book or something about. Yup. Ugh. It's just kinda hard, writing like this. Your hand kinda hurts, and you can't write down all of your thoughts easily. Plus my hand-writing is all messy. I should be going to bed. It's like 10pm. And then. when I wake up, I'll have to greet yet another boring day. But we may get a bike for me! Yay. So, yeah.

July 11, 2008
We did not get a bike for me. We went to one store but all they had were like mountain bikes, very expensive racing ones and other assorted bike-related products, including a bike with pedals and a motor, and several jerseys. We walked there, which was about 2 miles. Not too bad. After jumping over a creek barely 3 feet across, crossing several round-a-bout exits and walking single-file next to a busy road that seemed to share some DNA with what I'd call a highway, we found ourselves inside a cycle shop. They had this small, retro TV broadcasting an old Tour de France race, with French commentary. The picture was terrible. Then we walked across some gravel/grass to a used/new car store. We found this 2,500 Euro 2-door car that inconveniently didn't have headrests for the passengers in the back. But it still seemed like an OK car. Dad complained about the clutch, though. He dropped me and Zach off near the apartment and mom would drive the car back to the store with my dad to look at other cars. We're probably not going to buy that car. And then something interesting happened. Somewhat interesting, anyway- let's just say that Zach had a little trouble with the lock. Both of us did. Somehow the key got stuck, and no matter how many times Zach bumped his shoulders on the door, jiggled the keys or turned the handle. that door just loved staying closed. I tried twice, without succeeding either times. One time I pushed the key and the whole key socket thing got shoved about a centimeter into the door. Ouch. I thought I had like killed/ruined it. But then I got it back. The damn thing was just stuck. Broken. Then after about 10 minutes, Zach finally got the key to come out. Then he tried the upper lock, which wasn't even locked. That didn't work. Then, we went back to the right lock, tried to find the right key and eventually opened the door. It was so frustrating. So now I have a "mini story". Oh, and you know what is so D-WORD ridiculous, stupid and a bunch of S-WORD?? Pardon my French, but this is like...so dumb it should be illegal. Zach went to the local pool by himself, waiting for me and my mom to do some errands. He changed, got into the water, and then supposedly the lifeguard stopped him swimming. And said he needed a shorter swimsuit, like the Speedo kind. The kind that makes me almost want to barf when looking at someone in them. I mean, that's just like...not...freedom. No one minded those long, NORMAL suits my dad and Zach were wearing at Lake Geneva. I mean, What the F? No. That's just wrong, man. Telling someone to wear something just...because. What was the reason? Zach is happy with his swimsuit (I would assume, at least). I mean, WHY? WHAT?? HOW?? Geez.
So anyway, like I mentioned before, I like biking. I want to be a bike dude. I'm partially inspired by Frazz comics, Queen's "Bicycle Race" song and my awesome bike back home named Darry, after the guy that died in that book "The Outsiders". I'd like to live off/with a bike, just biking everywhere, with all my stuff. Bring that hockey bag as a trailer or something. It's cheaper, an awesome experience/idea and is good excersise. Win-win-win situation, pretty much. Maybe I can start a bike company. Tour around, inspire people to ditch the 4 wheels. Bike-Dude-Company/corp, etc. It'd be fun. But I need a bike for France still. We might ship over our bikes, but it'd be a while probably. But still, man. Bikes. Rule.

Ok I'm back...for now.

Hi again. Sorry about the delay. We won't get Internet for our apartment till around late July. But I can go to my dad's lab (CERN) where I am now. I will post all of the journal eventually, but I'm just..busy and stuff. The journal entries explain everything. So, yeah. I hope you had an awesome Independence Day. It's cool over here. I'm actually excited. So, yeah...

From the journal

Ok, so please ignore the dates at the top of these posts. I didn't have access to a computer/internet for a while (and still don't) so I had to write everything in a journal. So I will type it all in here. When I get time.

Tuesday, July 1

Today we moved out of our house. It's tomorrow. I hate saying that- it. is. Tomorrow. And tomorrow is only 2 hours away. Our plane ride us at 9pm. I still need to get a new backpack and see my friends for the last time for a year. I can't believe it. I don't like this "tomorrow"- I like a month, next year or NEVER. Ugh. I don't like this. I need my friends. I don't think I'll cry or anything. I just...ARGH. At least its only for a year. This is now, but when I transfer this to my blog and you read this, This will be then. see, that's another thing. Time just goes by so fast, and before you know it, things ended, changed and crumble into a memory. Then I thought, what's the point of seeing my friends today for only like 4 hours? And then I thought- because you can do it a lot. I could see my friends everyday and then that'd make a big difference. And because you have one life, do something with it, And because its fun while it lasts. Well, it can be. It should be. See, I just dont think you should do anything that doesn't make you happy. It's so simple- I just want some frickin' happiness! I want happy. I'm a human with human needs and wants. Forget society- I want to live like it's my life I'm in control of. 

MORE LATER, I PROMISE. I just don't have the time right now really. I'll update in France.