Flying back to Switz. Summer is officially over now. My family members are probably wondering why I haven't texted them yet, but, the truth is, I could not open my phone and put the SIM card in. I hate having hyperhydrosis sometimes... -_-
The plane I'm flying on is really small. It only has two seats in one row of seats. And guess who they put on the seat next to me! A young mother with a baby! A baby!!! I thought that that annoying undeveloped piece of meat is going to start crying right next to me, but, before we took off, the plane personal suggested that the mother sits in another seat.
They just brought me a sandwich. I'll continue later. For god's sake, just shut up! Stop crying!!!
Anyways.... I just had my "lunch" that consisted of a weird sandwich with either meat or cheese (couldn't tell which one). I managed to open my phone and put the SIM card in. I hope I didn't damage it because water was literally pouring out of my hands.
The baby that they placed behind me did not stop crying. I'm really sensitive to loud music and I normally listen to it with the lowest volume possible, but today I just out it on full volume. It's hurting my ears, but it's better than listening to some maggot wining.
I mean I'm a pretty chill person, to be honest. I don't know if it's the same, according to my friends. One of them thinks that I'm a quote: "crazy psycho killer". I'm glad I have that reputation at school. It's weird how almost all the people I know think of me in such different ways. The other day, I was skyping Jacky and Vasjok who were trying to tell me that astrology is a science. I guess we are somehow influenced by the stars and shit around us (I mean the moon does control water level or whatever), but astrology is a bit... I don't know. I have mixed feelings about it (although I don't have feelings). Anyway, Jacky and Vasjok were saying that your zodiac sign can tell others a lot about yourself. For example, the Chinese zodiac says that I'm a cat and, therefore, according to them, I'm "cuddly". Me? Cuddly? Like what??? In England, I already have the reputation of the "least cuddly person ever". So if the stars say that I'm a cat, I'm also supposed to piss everywhere and ruin your furniture. I like cats by the way. They're nyan.
I wonder what other people think about me, apart from the fact that I'm a "cuddly crazy psycho killer who is not cuddly".
My cousin Mitja finds me incredibly funny.
Tinbite probably thinks that I'm a complete badass since I always brag to her about how I do not study for tests.
The discipline officer from my old school probably remembers me as a troublesome rebel who has no manners and always talks back.
A lot of the people who I met this summer must think that I'm a genius since I told them that I speak four languages and don't study in my mother tongue.
I bet a lot of my family members think that I'm a happy optimist because that's how I often act around them.
Mrs Walker probably sees me as someone with really poor poetry essay writing skills.
Mr D... Oh god... I'm afraid to even picture how he sees me/Sssssasha.
Roßa? She sees me as her best-ass friend who is a sociopath wannabe and who bought weird donut socks that probably look disgraceful.
Nah... I think the term "crazy psycho killer" suits me the most. >:D
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