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magnacartaIt's weird, I've never really confided in anyone or anything before. I've had diaries, but I never write anything compromising or things best left unwritten in case my sister happens to find the diary. It's been fortunate, because my sister did find all of my diaries in the end. I guess that is one of the reason I'm not the most open person in the universe. In fact, I'm more of a loner without meaning to be. It's difficult to even write those things here on livejournal even if I know that only a handful know who I really am. But you know, having calculated that almost a quarter of my life is gone -according to the stats the human life span is approx. 80 years- I refuse to continue acting as a marble statue.
So spring's firmly in place. Life's nice. Love's in the air. Love. Hah. I'm not mocking it, mind you. I'm just a bit disbelieving about some of the crap I heard, and read. Let's just say I have my own theory on it. After all, it seems to be the biggest thing in everyone's life, and it seems I'm no exception.
We're still on strike. People are being stubborn. Still, I had Jeunes Démocrates practice last Saturday. We're getting in real shape. I'm kinda procrastinating in my study. Vincent and Moussa are really ahead of us, girls. Célyna dumped the activity. It took her enough time to see that she had too much things to do without adding JD, but I don't really blame her. I wish she made her decision earlier though, because we have less than 15 days 'till the tournament. We're now playing two-two. Wendy and Moussa vs me and Vincent. So far, we won. Althought, it's more because of Vince that me. He's like a walking encyclopedia. I'm contributing 70-80 points each time, but he's making twice as much points or more. The coach's confident, he feels that with the same result than our last practice, we could make it to the 7th or 8th place. I'm confident too, I know I can do better than that, I just have to find the motivation; I work better under pressure.
As a last thought, teachers' room coffee is evil. I was shaking, and was unable to write straight after drinking a cup in late afternoon Saturday; we weren't finished with practice. I guess that was the good stuff, but who knows what teachers get in the coffee they have... Or maybe I shouldn't have taken it black. But then I wouldn't have taken it at all, I love my coffee black.
So spring's firmly in place. Life's nice. Love's in the air. Love. Hah. I'm not mocking it, mind you. I'm just a bit disbelieving about some of the crap I heard, and read. Let's just say I have my own theory on it. After all, it seems to be the biggest thing in everyone's life, and it seems I'm no exception.
We're still on strike. People are being stubborn. Still, I had Jeunes Démocrates practice last Saturday. We're getting in real shape. I'm kinda procrastinating in my study. Vincent and Moussa are really ahead of us, girls. Célyna dumped the activity. It took her enough time to see that she had too much things to do without adding JD, but I don't really blame her. I wish she made her decision earlier though, because we have less than 15 days 'till the tournament. We're now playing two-two. Wendy and Moussa vs me and Vincent. So far, we won. Althought, it's more because of Vince that me. He's like a walking encyclopedia. I'm contributing 70-80 points each time, but he's making twice as much points or more. The coach's confident, he feels that with the same result than our last practice, we could make it to the 7th or 8th place. I'm confident too, I know I can do better than that, I just have to find the motivation; I work better under pressure.
As a last thought, teachers' room coffee is evil. I was shaking, and was unable to write straight after drinking a cup in late afternoon Saturday; we weren't finished with practice. I guess that was the good stuff, but who knows what teachers get in the coffee they have... Or maybe I shouldn't have taken it black. But then I wouldn't have taken it at all, I love my coffee black.
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