Waiting for New Year.

Only a few days before winter starts...
It doesn't feel like winter though. No snow, nothing. I feel like sitting at home, drinking tea with Vasyok and refreshing our memories from the summer.
Only a few weeks before New Year...
The winter concert is the only thing that makes going to Moscow exiting. And Grandma and Vasyok, of course. I have a feeling that it is going to be the best New Year in my life. We are starting to prepare now. We learn songs on Skype and think about decoration all ready. We even decided where to stand on our imaginary stage. It's going to be the first New Year that we are going to celabrate at Vasyok's dacha. We spent our summer there (before and after going to Montenegro).

My mind is full with memories, wishes and thoughts and suggestions for the winter concert. I even forget about the present. Everything in my mind seems better than the present. Oh! How I want it to be New Year now! I don't want to see the brownish leaves on the helpless trees anymore. I want to see the shining snow, I want to hear the shouts of joy around the neighboorhood that would unite everyone and make them forget all their worries...

Annoying

She sounded like a pig in French class, fell of her chair, "laughed", oinked, etc. When the teacher came up to her to tell her to calm down she told me that she liked her perfume and was repeating it during the rest of the lesson.

I really want to finish my project. It's not a school project, it's just a project I decided to do on my own. Guess what it is!
Since I haven't quite finished it, I can't go to my planet yet. I have to plan every detail, talk about every living creature living there. Then I'll illustrate it in detail and then... It will become a real place. Trust me.

Purple never lies.

Would you like it if somebody invited themself to your house just because you invited that person many times? If somebosy said "my house is beautiful" or "maybe we can do it at my house" would you count it as that person was inviting you over? Do you like it when other people think of you as somebody who you can easily trick?
"I got that tatoo and I thought that it wasn't real, but it actually hurt when I got it." "Stop it, Kuathina! Aaah! So first we're gona go to the restaurant and try that Moscow dish and then we'll go to Montenegro and..." "It's just that my mum want's to talk to your mum and stuff..." "My sister's tooter is here and she knows Mme Jaquet. She would like to talk to you." "Yasmin's mum called Mme Jaquet and she said that I can be kicked out of bilingual and we were like, 'No! It shouldn't happen!'" "Our experiment costs over 200 francs." "Kusthina and Katja are from Le Rossey and they're going to stay at my house for a few days." "I asked Mme Jaquet if we could use straws and she was like, 'No! You don't understand!'" "Mme Jaquet told me that last year there was a student who didn't participate in the experiment and she gave her an F in her marking period grade."

It doesn't sound like it's one of the climaxes of my life. It sounds more like a rising action. What will happen next?

On my planet it's all very different. Especially in the right hemisphere.

I belong somewhere else.

I remember, in 4th grade our teacher made us watch "HOME" (paying with the money we had earned from the bake sale). We were very mad at her then. Today, by accident, I found its trailer and decided to watch the movie.

Sometimes you feel ashamed of being a human.
But what else can we do? Leave Earth just for the planet's sake? Come back and live like in the prehistoric times?

I want to go to my planet and visit all these countries that I've created. Become a "human" like them... with pale skin and dark, straight hair. Live in the "right hemisphere".
"People" who live there are very lucky because they know the planet's "price".
And just for you to know, That planet actually exists.

Sonya's world.

At lunch time I go to the library again. The weather is still cold (WHEN WILL IT BE SUMMER AGAIN?).
In the library I search for "Sophie's world". The computer tells me the shelf number and the name of the author. I borrow it.
Hugging the book, I go downstairs to find Yasmin's bag next to the Saleve entrance. And I think of Hilde! I look around. Yasmin is nowhere to be seen. I quickly put the book in the bag and walk away.
"What the heck?" whispers Yasmin in English class, while opening her bag. She reads the title and looks around the class. She stops on me. I smile.
"I told you I would get it for you!" I whisper to her.

Real things.

Sometimes you feel like you need a friend. I have many friends, even best friends, but I've got no good friends.

I put my bag on the bench, thinking about friendship. What's friendship? People would say that a real friend is the one who would listen to your problem, give some advice, the one who's interested in what you're interested, etc. That's what I used to say before.
Still influenced by last afternoon, when I was rereading my old blog, I think of Katja and Peter. Katja was a friend I had always trusted. But we've never shared problems and never gave advice (I mean "friendship" sort of advice) to each other either. We were always "fine" or "good" or "I'm ok and you?". I tried to act "ok" in front of her. I've learnt from her and she learned from me. But was it because she was born with the same interests as me? Was it because we were supposed to be friends from the very beginning?
I need friends who can change to be like me, but a little better. People who want me to change are no good friends for me. I'll change if I feel like it. (For example I don't want to dislike classical music like Franny, but I may want to know so much interesting stuff like Yasmin.)
Now Peter. He had been my first best friends who was a boy. Then he became my boyfriend because people kept calling us a couple, so we were getting annoyed of refusing to them. I kind of miss those "I love you" notes and these "hugs and kisses" texts on skype. When I was with him, I wasn't being myself. I was trying to act better and...
So, basically, friends are made for you to change yourself in a good way. And since I don't want to change right now, I don't have any good friends.

Lunch time. Satisfied with my answer, I go to the lunch room. I don't want to talk to anybody. Where can I go to hide from people? Suddenly, I think of the library. It's a calm place with a few people and it's quite warm there. I "climb up" the Cervin stairs and meet Franny and Yasmin on the way. They've just watched something about vegetarians and Yasmin cried. What did she cry about? Killed animals or something that can convince you to be a vegy?
In the library, I try to find somethin about philosophy. "Biology, Chemistry, History..." I whisper while looking through the shelves. On the philosophy shelf I see a bunch of fat books with serious titles. Philosophy books are mixed up with astronomy books (while on the astronomy books shelf there are astrology and ufology books). "The third eye", "Oxford philosophy dictionary", "The history of philosophy," I read through the titles. There's nothing interesting for me. I don't need dictionaries or school books.
So I go to the "Adult books" section and choose "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho.
At least something...

If you don't find enough purple in life, look at me.

Why did vacation finish?
Why?
I try to make my life more purple (by drawing random purple things in my agenda), but it doesn't help! I hate it!
I finished reading my philosophy book (Sophie's World). I cried at the end, but I still reccomend it to you. I'm really sad that it finished... I wanted to read MORE.