He wants to ask me out on a date

Vasjok bought a slightly strange magazine called TOPmodel that is meant to be for girls her age. In other words, it's all about boys, celebrities and fashion. But mostly boys. I took a couple of quizzes and looked at horoscopes from that magazine and oh my... "He's too shy to ask you out". "He's being nice to you and is giving you hints ;)". "A boy in your class is ready to protect you". Vasjok and I had a good laugh. 

I think I wrote a pretty good History essay on Hitler's rise to power. I will publish it here once I get it back. 

I also wrote a nice article for my English class titled "does magic exist". I'm back to making fun of my English assignments! Gosh I can't believe it's already been a year since I left my old school.

Today I had an interview, more so a discussion, with someone from Futurewise. A-levels for the win! I'm not doing IB... Everything went quite well although it seemed a bit unusual how he was so interested in me. Normally, I prefer to listen to other people rather than to talk about my future and what I want to do. It was quite an experience. 

Yesterday it was the careers convention. I had a memorable discussion with Mark Butcher from WRS. He said that, quote, "Russia is evil". I can't figure out whether he was being very ignorant or if I just can't tolerate other people's opinions if they are different from mine. I got a WRS tshirt that I'm going to wear ironically. 

Speaking of tshirts, my family in Russia is going to get me one with Putin's face on it! Yay! 

Listening to "Dialogues for Jazz Combo" from Bernstein plays Brubeck plays. I hope these are the proper names unless my iPod's being weird. 

I want to write so much but I don't think I should. No one on the web cares about my thoughts anyway. Okay I will write for a bit more.

I'd love to go to Germany during the summer holidays to live in a host family. I was daydreaming about that, but then I got told off for not doing my Germany homework for the fourth time this term. I should really get my shit together.

Stayed up till almost 1 o'clock writing that History essay yesterday. I have to make up for the test I failed a few days ago. The forgotten feeling of caring so much for a test grade brought back memories of primary school... I do take school seriously, but I'm chill, I guess. Although I do act as if I'm stressed for something in front of my friends, who, I believe, find it entertaining, I never really worry about anything. Do I overuse commas? 

Okay I should shut up and go to bed now. I should, but I probably won't. Okay bye.