It's Almost Time to Wake Up Billie Joe Armstrong

So it's been weird. Well, not really, but it's just sort of like a big perspective change every once in a while. During the school week, it's like all about school. French, work, a different culture and new friends. But the weekend is a huge break. Procrastination makes itself known, I spend a lot of time staring at a computer and there's way less French. So when I go back to school tomorrow. it'll be pretty weird. I guess. But it's gotten better. Like seriously.

I have a ton of FLE and MS (math speciale) lessons tomorrow. I get out at 5:30, which so sucks. See, it's just that like we get so much work to do and getting home at dinner time is not the most... convenient or inviting way to approach that work. I only have like 3 or so hours to do it. Sure, its possible and I guess having less time can make you get more done. But it's hard, people. It's tres tres hard. 

I finished my essay about my room. But I need a title. I was supposed to use a lot of similes, but only have a few. Oh well. I was thinking about calling it "Where I Am From" but eh. And there is like no way I am calling it "My Room". No way, Jose- I am not stooping that low. It's actually only due Tuesday. I'll think of one.

Along with all of those weird-ities, I also, for some ODD reason, like, want to go to college like a lot. Weird, huh? Like, its weird- I just... feel like going to college, succeeding at life and learning. And being in the Marching Band. Perhaps it is the September weather, me playing football outside that conjured up a major wanting to go back home. Perhaps it's Ann Arbor calling me back. I want to be back in that town where crazy college students hang out on their rented houses with music blaring and plastic cups cover the grass. I want to be back in the same town as the University of Michigan, and be able to hear the crowd at a game while hanging out at the Levin's house. I want to be playing football with Erez and Oren, while trying to sell parking spots on their lawn for the game. I want to feel that September wind blow while I'm in the Bear Bowl with friends and see the leaves dance. 

Crap my throat is like... sore-ish. Man, if I get sick that will suck. If this was Slauson, I'd hate missing school. I would hate it hear probably, but for some reason I just... care way less about this. Like I have said, it's like a year to throw away schoolwise, just taking in the experience. I just... argh... don't feel like (going to) a foreign school. It's like... not... American. Which may be a good thing actually, but not American means not my friends. It would seem that a lot of these posts are just rants and complaining. But it's frickin' weird over here, guys. It's frickin' different and I don't really even know what to think anymore. At least September is almost over. Wait what?? Are you serious??? Dude!!! Wasn't is like JUST Zach's birthday?? Double-you- tee - eff?Dang. I liked September sort of. October will be cool I bet. We might go to London on the break. And it'll mean only October, November, December (which will be easy), January, February, March, April, May and June. Then guess what happens. What happens after that is a little thing I like to call... um... "home... coming". As in, me coming home. So 9 months. I killed off a fourth! Boo-yah. Sure. 

This is the 82nd day according to my calculations. Which means only 283 more days!! Ha ha... ha. 

Nobody said it was easy

It's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh take me back to the star

(Coldplay- The Scientist)