I don’t really have any aim for this post, but I felt like talking to you guys. So… I’ll just ramble on and hope it doesn’t bore you all too much.
One word: braces. Things that give immense pain and annoy you and stop you from eating anything actually yummy. And I’ve got them, and I want to kill my orthodontist for putting them on me. My teeth hurt like hell as they adjust and they’re so tender than I can’t even bite into soft bananas. Not to mention the stupid ends of the wires poking into my cheeks and giving me ulcers. ERRRRGH.
Well, glad I got that out of me.
After I got back from France (I promise I will write about my trip… soon…) I realised my secret ambition was to fake my death, run away to France and become a professional assassin. When I’m high enough in the killing hierarchy I’ll stop working for others and launch my own secret organisation with my two other assassin buddies. We’ll blow up the Eiffel Tower with fireworks and take over the Versailles palace and the medieval castle Haut-Koenisbourg. And we’ll live in Strasbourg and go exploring in Colmar.
Of course my parents don’t know this – they still think I want to become a researcher/scientist type person and get a PhD at 21. I suppose that’ll be my backup plan if the whole assassin thing doesn’t work out.
I think I want to write short stories about people like that. Assassins, I mean. Is it a good idea?