"And Zames Bond will eeuh be there to zave us!"

So hockey last night. This time we brought the keys, so we didn't have to turn the neighbors into raving sleepless... um... guitar picks. But. The other locker rooms were all closed so we had to wait for the zamboni guy to finish his job and find me a room. I got to go in this private one, that was labeled something with an a. It had two chairs and like 3 bathrooms. Pretty nice. But I had to suit-up like super duper fast because everyone else was already on the ice. So when I came out I didn't have enough time really do to the usual individual warm-ups. But I still did that a little bit. Then we scrimmaged, which was ok I guess. Except for the fact that I was designated a forward (offense/attack) which is ok, but I'm not the best forward. And plus, it seems like I majorly lag the forecheck on my team because I can't skate as fast. But yeah. The guy that helped me before (still don't know his name) talked to me a little bit. And he also tried to pass to me a few times, but that only brought out my patheticness. He's on the blue line, I'm making my way straight to the net, he passes, I take a pathetic swipe and the puck goes 1 mile an hour, staying on the ice surface. Then the other team gets it. See what I mean? But I guess maybe I can cut myself some slack considering the following facts:

1) this is only my second year of hockey
2) these guys have been playing for longer
3) these guys can skate at least twice as fast as me, shoot at least twice as well as me, etc.
4) I'm new to this league.

Oh hey that's like my second straight list like that. Eh well. Hope it won't be a habit. But yeah. I didn't practice with the girl's team because their practice got like killed (canceled). We don't know if I'll practice with the girl's team because I wouldn't do it on Friday, and maybe the coach wouldn't want a non-full time player. But I mean, the CERN time is ok. If I can learn to play with those guys, high school hockey shouldn't be that hard.

School went ok, as it seems to do these days. I need to start filming my documentary, because I find myself talking to myself when I walk to/from school, like describing stuff. I should work on it like.. nowish.

This might sound like bragging, but I was amazed at what happened. On my math speciales test, I got 19.5 out of 20, which is like... pretty DARN good in this system. I mention this because it doesn't seem like many people (save for them bi-lingual types) get that kind of score in this school. And because that's probably my highest score. It wasn't really a hard test, but yeah whatever.

I came up with a good idea, you guys.

I noticed the Lycee-College International de Ferney-Voltaire (which I from now on will refer to as the LCI or College) doesn't have a school newspaper. And then I thought, hey, I could make like a fake one! So, I plan to write a somewhat joke/fake article about the Cross du College (that 2-hour, around 2-km race next Wed). That'd be pretty cool. Oh and, about the title: in FLE, Monsieur Besson spent a while telling us about the Cross du College, and someone asked if how they would know where to run. And then Monsieur Besson exaggerated, saying "Oh zair will be eh.. helicoptairs and polise cahrs and Zames Bond to zave us!" It was pretty funny.

And I'll also try to write about other stuff with the school too. So yeah. It'd like to get into Community and write for the Communicator. I read an issue once and it was friggin' GOOD. So yeah.

Fat Friday tomorrow. And it's Alien Night (Aliens Strike Back) which is supposed to be really gnarly.

Here's your Random Question every once in a while-
Is mainstream stuff even that good? (Mainstream, in this case, referring to those somewhat over-marketed, over-hyped stuff...)

Wow, Rianna- what a math teacher.