French/Swiss people seriously need to learn how to skate. I went skating on Sunday with my dad at this outdoor rink, and it was seriously awesome. Problem was, it didn't seem like they had a rule about going with the flow. There was an obvious flow to the right, but still (stupid) people went against it, which.. seemed pretty stupid. And I mean, little kids would just like dart here and there. Well sure they do that in America, but I mean- what the crap? And then one time I passed by the opening where people come out, and this black dude comes shooting out, straight the the middle and I smack right into him. He falls down. I glance back, hold up my hand and say "sorry", and then remember where the heck I am and say "pardon- desolez". Yeah, I still haven't gotten down the "say sorry in French" thing. But whatever. See, that's the thing- you just can't go perpendicular to the flow. I'm sorry, but that is just... no. And another thing. I don't care if you skate worth something- playing tag is both intimidating, hazardous to everyone and it just looks stupid. There was this group of guys doing that. One of 'em had an iPod. There was also a figure skater, which isn't bad in itself necessarily, but I'd recommend not flingin' around those metal blades in one of the face-off circles inside the zone. In other words, do it in the middle. I recommend. I came close to... I dunno, getting my calf scissored in fourths. Well, halves. Whatever.
Turns out there was a robbery in my town, just down the street at the local Hyper-Champion. These guys stole 800 Euros. I heard about it from Jess and also overheard some guys that I'd seen at FAT talk about shooting, and there was a newspaper article. According to Jess, one of the bad guys chickened out so the other guys shot him 6 times. I think that's just a rumor though.
Sleep-deprivation ain't all that fun. Headache. Zone-out. Glazed look. Just want to lie down. So I should be going to bed. But it occurred to me that I wanted to at least say hi to my friends on chat. But then it occurred to me that... OW my headache seriously hurts. Shut up! Ugh, an ear ache now?? What is it with you people?!?!
*zones out for several seconds*
Mr. Sammons, my English-Library teacher, who has an American (or at least not English) accent, is actually pretty cool. He talks to us a lot, is bald, his right pinky is a stub, but he gives us almost moral talks. (You know what's freaky? I was about to add an e to the end of moral like the French do it. Creepy...) I reminds us of the tests we have to take, yadda yadda ya. But luckily them tests are next year. Or at least not this year. They sound so.. ugh. Life-controlling. But I think I've got this down, sort of.
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