Well another day. I have sat here today, been on the internet, read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, read all of Quiddich: Through the Ages (my spell check says 'quiddich' should be 'Chappaquiddick' haha, played NBA Street Vol.2 (one of my favorite video games of all time, it never gets old, especially the trick fro fake), and played 2 board games, The Settlers of Catan and Carcassonne.

It's amazing that summer is halfway done, I mean, grade 9 went by so fast (I think it was probably my favorite year ever) and now theres only a month till my vacation and then BAM school starts again. Personally, I almost like the school year as much as summer. Some classes are the only things that make school suck and even those arent to bad when you're the class clown like I am (just saying, I think I am, find someone funnier and then I will agree). And then you have the sports, mainly hockey, and of course fall soccer and lunchball. Next year might be better then grade 9 was for a couple of reasons.
1. I know and have a lot of friends going into grade 9, whereas all the grade 12s hated me
2. I might get a girlfriend this year (maybe)

But then grade 9 had some things going for it too like
1. My class was amazing
2. I feel in love
3. I kissed a girl
4. I changed so much from grade 8 that it wasnt even funny (well actually it kinda is when you think about it, shit eater to girl kisser, who would want to kiss me like seriously haha jk chana, I think im prefectly fine, and trust me, i brushed my teeth alot)
So I hope that next year the grade 9 people are as cool as they were in grade 8 and 7, because I probably hung out with them just as much as the people in my own grade. As long as I don't get put in a crappy english class, I think I should do fine. (even though my least favorite class is science, I feel like I know the people in french imerrsion alot better. Like for example, this year in my english class, the only person I really knew was drake, and I was quiet in that class and not so much in the other classes).
Leads me to a funny story about talking (because i never keep my mouth shut in some classes, maybe thats why i write a blog because i have so much to say.) but in french. I sat in the second row back the furtest row over. At one point, I was surrounded by people all around me. At first I think that: geena, chana, austin and someone else (even though I can't remember who) were near. Then the teacher moved chana and put morgan there. Then she moved austin. Then geena. Then morgan. She thought that they were talking to me all the time and moved them. Or maybe she knew, and knew that my best way to learn would be with no one around a 10 foot range. So near the end of the year, I was all by myself, and the person that was closet was 3 seats back in the row next to me.

I lost the game.