Be warned... I exaggerate sometimes, but it makes for a better story.

First of all and most importantly, play this game... SO addictive.

Actually, (as Midori would say) the most important thing that has happened since the last time I wrote has to be our sessions with the psy(cologue) in class. They have been, er, eventful to say the least. So there is the Natacha girl right? Apparently, without my knowledge, she has a MAJOR problem with me and decided that I am the fault of all of the problems in the whole class (even though she pretty much is) and that after I leave everything will be bouquets of roses and everyone will love each other and that basically I am a monster and the bane of her existence. She even went so far as to say all that but with words that were much less strong. Basically at this point our 'moderator' told us we have to have a "non-aggression" pact and that we are to pretend as though we don't know each other. This would be a lot easier on my part if people would stop putting us in the same groups and she'd stop being such a douche and giving me the stare down of death. Thing is, even her friends were trying to tell her that she was going too far at the last session in her "burn kendra at the stake" crusade, but she just wouldn't shut up. I had such a crazy urge to punch her in the face or to run out of the room crying last time, but luckily for me I didn't. What was hilarious, though, was when I was telling all of this to Geneviève, she says to me "why did you punch her? Even if you got suspended for 3 days, you wouldn't care! You're leaving at the end of the year"

The reason why I didn't punch her is because if I'd have done that, she would be right. I am a problem starter, and that it would give her MAJOR ammo. If I can keep my cool and throw word daggers at her, then I win. Problem is, this is WAAAAAY easier to do in English than in French. When I'm pissed off or frustrated or want to cry (this situation was all three) I have a much harder time speaking coherent French. OOOh I forgot. the thing she said that stung the most was when she refused to talk about it because "I wouldn't be able to understand so it'd be pointless" FOSIHJGOIJSFEIOJESGIOJGESJIO Of course I can freakin understand her. And if this weren't a public blog, at this point I would spout off explitives. Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl with anger.



OK! Next item...

I love my group of friends. They're seriously what I've been looking for all year.

I had a weirdo nightmare last night where I was shocked away when someone shot a gun. I don't remember exactly what happened, but I do remember that I heard the gunshot. It might have been something falling or I might have made it up, but I remember that it totally freaked me out.

The hand has their copies of HP7 reserved, do you?

There is an american guy from Wisconsin (but originally from Chicago) here with a friend of mine for about a week. I surprise myself at how much gangsta' culture I know. It is either really exciting or really depressing depending on how you look at it.

I can't believe I'm only here for about 2.5 months before I leave. Cuh Ray Zee!

Lost is getting weirder and weird, but with no end in sight.

I'm pretty freaking excited about Hampshire classes next year, if you didn't get that already from my last blog.


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love kendra