Je préfère la danse que de parler de vous


On my way to school today I saw eight wild strawberries. They might have been a little well matured though.

I’m getting old. Was going to play football the other day but the first step on the field gave me one hell of a muscle pull in the groin. I’m stilling walking round like a cripple reminding myself to warm up properly the next time. Yeah, right!

We have a class called Personal Developement at school. Yesterday we took a personality test. Apparantly I’m energised by my inner world, an introvert.

I was at a party yesterday. In good old tradition I started drinking in the computer lab at school long before going to the party. This, combined with the free alcohol at the party, caused me to dance wildly and uncontrollably. Scary!