Raspberries at the library

But first, a couple of words about physics revision *clears throat*

I tried so hard 

And got so far 

But in the end 

It doesn't even matter

Literally, the exams I'm studying for right now are not that important (even if everyone says they are) so all the revision I'm doing now will not matter in the end.
Anyway...
I want to write another book. I've been working on the book I finished really hard so now there's like an empty space in my heart *wipes tear*. I really want to write, but I don't really have a plot or anything to describe. I guess I could write fanfiction, but let's not go there........
I brought raspberries to the library today which made physics slightly better.
I decided to walk through the market on my way to the library and this really pretty woman came up to me to do some sort of survey. She asked me for my age and I guess I was too young to participate in the survey. But, yeah, she had really pretty black hair. Not beautiful, but kind of average nice black hair which I found somewhat attractive.
On my way home from badminton, a very young boy (perhaps, seven or eight) was sitting next to me. I heard his mum call him Sebastian. So, anyway, he was playing with a Bratz doll who had purple streaks in her hair. The boy sat the doll next to him and caressed her hair which seemed to have amazed him.
Why am I even writing these things down? Oh well, I'm off to bed. 

Nyan Nyan Nyan Nyan Nihao Nyan! ^_^

It has been a while since my last post. It seems like I don't have inspiration or something. Sometimes at school I just feel like writing, but I don't have the possibility to. When I come home I'm so lazy and tired and ugh... I just feel like doing other things (like watching MyMusic on youtube).
Doesn't it feel like school just started? To me it does. I think my mind is still somewhere in the Summer or the end of 7th grade. And I still can't get over the fact that I'm an 8th grader. I think it's because, as I told you already, everything reminds me of 6th grade. Our homerooms are in the Mont-Blanc building, I have art in the Picasso, I have the same teachers as in 6th grade. Kind of weird! In 6th grade we were the youngest in Middle school and now we are the oldest and nothing has changed. I guess I'm still the same person.
I don't think my friends changed either. Franny - still crazy about fashion and just crazy in life and Yasmin is still perverted. I have many new friends though. We have this some sort if gang. Most of the time I'm with Franny and Yasmin, but also Hibba, Carolina, Paulina and, sometimes, Emma. Sometimes, like today, I'm just with Yasmin at the library or somewhere. Today I was expecting us to go to the library, read quietly, look at books or something, but we ended up laughing at books on Soviet Russia that we suddenly came upon. There's nothing really funny about the stuff we laugh about. It's just the way we do it. Zoom!!! (our word for LOL)
So school is fun so far. (Can't believe I actually said that!!!) My lowest grade for now is a B and I got a 100% for maths and history (with Mme Roussel!!!!).
I'm thinking of doing my own yearbook for the end of the year. Since it's my last year in Middle School (still can't get over that fact! =)) I want to remember every single thing about that. I know it's kind of early to think about it now, but whatever.
I'm also thinking of being a counsellor at the Summer Campus if it is possible. Yasmin wants to too.
___━━____┓━╭━━━━━╮
____━━____┗┓|::::::::::^━━^
____━━____━┗|:::::::: |｡◕‿‿◕｡|
____━━____━━╰O--O----O-O-╯

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...