Alright Stace ow's it goin' alright?

Firstly, hello! Been a while.

Secondly, Andrew and Dan if you're reading this then stop literally just stop right there cos it's creeping me out.

Anyway! I poked myself in the eye last night and it looks like I got in a fight. 'Cooool'. Also I was late to school this morning because I dropped my BlackBerry face-down in the river that runs through my room each day from the shower (not cooooooooooool). Basically, I think it's a little bit fecked. The caps button won't turn off and it drained itself of battery out of the blue, during the night. I use my phone for my alarm!!! Mother.. Anyway yeah so woke up at around 7.15 to a pissed off phone call from the teacher who was supposed to be taking me in. Woops. Got in like 2 hours later and my responsable took one look at the state of me and my life and just went 'Mmm.. C'est pas grave'. Sorted.

Just had a lesson with some terminale pupils. If you know what is good for you, you will get onto youtube immediately and search 'what is love le retour'. It's filmed in Thiers and Fayssal is one of my terminale pupils. Now, he is my FAVOURITE pupil haha! Btw we were doing 'music', hence why we were pissing around on youtube instead of doing work.

This Monday, we had a surprise birthday party for our French buddy! She's lovely. However, her birthday definitely isn't until August???? Yup, I'm still confused about that, too. Her best mate's reasoning was that no one's around in August to celebrate it. Could we not do this on a weekend, seeing as EVERYONE has work or uni on Tuesdays? Nope, cos not everyone is around on every weekend before xmas. So, how about after xmas, like, closer to her actually birthday...? Nope, apparently that doesn't work either. So it was up to me and a friend to keep her occupied for a few hours in the evening while her other mates got the appartment ready. Even after a drastic key fuck up (they definitely locked the first of the three doors into her appartment from the inside), after many a 'qu'est-ce qui se passe ce soirrrrr?', many a 'ce soir est bizarre...' and many a 'ok, j'appelle Anne C' -'NON!!', we got inside and stilllll she literally had no idea. It felt very rewarding haha! SHE LOVED IT.

What else... My life, the SNOW! I'm over it now because it's gone, but JESUS CHRIST it was RIDICULOUS. But, as I said, over it.

Anyway, basically same old same old here and I am SO excited to be coming home in 8 days that I think I'm gonna WEE!!! I know I only work in Thiers 3 times a week, but I am sicckk ttoooo deeaattthhhh of bloody trees and streams and mountains and nature and shit. Maybe it's because it's cold as well, so it makes it seem worse. I dunno, I just have a massive, massive problem with the countryside. It's shit in England and it's shitter in France. I know this is terribly closed minded, but I've never been able to see, for the LIFE of me, how anyone can live in places like that! I can't WAIT to get back to marge's cheeky little industrial estate in north Watford and to sunny Bow where I belong!!!

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