After two months, I'm still alive

Hey. Well. September, eh? I always trusted calendars, but last I checked it was like June 15th and I was going to Washtenaw Dairy with Becca, Anthony, Nick and Katie. So I'm a little frizzed by the fact that my watch says it is 9-01. But in a way I am glad about this new month to explore, experience, and live in. Like a fresh clean slate, with all of that boring French summer gruel scraped off. But then I have a whole layer of the unknown, the probably-hard, and a new school. My french tests are tomorrow and then I have a half day and orientations at school. My summer was... I don't even know what I did. I listened to my iPod, chatted till one in the morning, blogged, wrote stuff, uh.... ate good food. Studied french a little. I was bored. I was weird-ed out. I still am. Stuff happens fast. I miss my friends. I want to make some new friends soon.

After two months, the number of comments on my posts diminished to a lowly 1, or more commonly, 0. It would appear as though I lost some readers, (gasp!) the commenting readers left, people just don't feel like commenting, or a combination of those. But anyway. Thanks again to all of my readers.

So now on to September. One of my awesome, cool and best friends is having her Bat Mitzvah soon, which is awesome. Zach's birthday is soon, and he's going para-gliding which should be awesome. School starts, which means people yelling at me in French, new kids to meet, and a looooooooonnnnggg day. I'm trying not to worry about the French tests. In fact, I'm not worried. I know how to write like one sentence in French, but whatever. I'll learn a lot. I just have to remember that all of this is worth it. At least, that's what my parents told me.

My birthday is in about 4 months. I'm going to be an eighth grader. That is like... no. Me?? 8th grade?? I should think not! I haven't even gotten to the whole thing with me being in France, let alone me being in 7th grade. Enough of that.

I'm like addicted (obsessed, etc) to Panic! at the Disco. They are seriously awesome (to me). I put a few videos of them under the links section I think. I recommend checkin' them out.

Holy crap. My hockey season starts on Wednesday, and I still need a hockey stick.

Wait a second. What the heck?! Where is - ? Why the crap is-? How the heck !!!! WHAT IS THIS???!!?!?!

Alright sorry. That was just a weird-ed out attack. I get those a lot. Take just a minute ago. I was chewing a nectarine, then stopped suddenly. I realized that I was in France, I was 13, I had no friends here, my friends were over there and not here, I was sad, this was weird and I was hungry, so I continued eating after a little.

It's weird, man. You might not get it, but my brain is still........ being shocked by the current situation. Because I can't ignore the fact that there is a huge hole/gap in my life, being my friends not being here. And that hole/gap may or may not be eating away at me everyday, I'm not sure. It'd be really awesome if. It'd be really awesome if I had wings and flew over the Atlantic and saw Becca and Anthony and Erez and Oren and Chester and my other friends right now.

I think that if I got a hockey stick and/or Breaking Dawn, I would be less bored. I don't like it when you treat someone who you would like to be treated, but they don't treat you how they would like to be treated back. Ugh.

Odd.