My hands smell of oranges
So…today.
Well, I spent most of the morning working on my geography coursework. I am determined to knock the exam board’s socks off, so that’s taking aaaaages. But was fun, because I got to do fonty things avec mon pere.
Went shopping avec amis after lunch. We kept running into loads of people from school, I think we’ve taken over town. And a creepy guy talked to Xinmei about phone plans. She said I’m being mean, but he was really weird.
Um…went to D of E this evening, made smoothies (hence the fruity fingers).
I can’t really think straight at the moment because I have some sort of golf reality tv show on about 1m from my face. The woman is “totally pissed off” because she missed a putt. The other women are quite happy about it. This is revolutionary television viewing.
Now they are having a competition. If you hit the car with the golf ball, you win the car. I’m going to bed.
Night, night,
Sophie
Oh, ma cherie. Calmez vous.
Look what I have for you.
Click on my name, my child.
Mon charactere change, quelquefois je suis calme et patiente, et quelquefois je suis energique.
There’s a little taster of my speaking questions for you.
What do you have for me? Ewok? Lobster? Abbi? Much confusion…
I bet I’d miss the car.