There’s no doubt about this, I’m extremely bad at sports. Volleyball, Soccer, Handball… I always end up being hit by a ball right on my face. The only sport I like/can practice is Swimming. Being in the water instead of on the floor is the main reason of my success.

Anyway, I have this stupid, ridiculously easy Volley “exam”. I just have to hit the ball more than ten times on a row, without stepping out of a circle. But I have to hit it higher than a Basketball loop. That’s the hard part.

I’ve been practising for a couple of days, and today’s exam was cancelled. That’s what I call being lucky.

So… I might fail a subject for the first time in my entire life due to this stupid Volley thing – Have you ever failed P.E.? Do you enjoy playing Volleyball? Can you help me out? I doubt it…

A few months ago, I used to spend my Friday nights with friends at some weird nightclub listening to industrial music and wearing black, tight clothes.

Now, I’m listening to The Pussycat Dolls while I play aRO.

This sounds quite lame, but I’m extremely bored. I haven’t gone out since I was nearly arrested by the police, during that awful night.
The people who were with me have already enjoyed several Friday nights, but I can’t. It’s the fear, I suppose.

So I was wondering… what do you people do on you friday night? Do you go out or do you stay home doing absolutely nothing like me?

Who knows – I might watch The Travel Channel in a few hours. A real adventure…

Coming back to school has awoken a wide range of emotions, including annoyance, disgust, frustration, hatred, hostility, rage, righteous indignation, sadness and worry.

As a friend said earlier, whence you come back to school, your internal hate towards others shows up and it tries to devour every single thing in front of it.

Don’t get me wrong – I’m not trying to sound pitiful. I actually get along with most of my classmates, something that doesn’t happen very often. But there are four or five people that I incredibly dislike. Not just me, most of the class can’t stand them either.

These past few days during my winter holidays, I was able to rest and I could just breathe some fresh air. But now… coming into a classroom and having to look at their faces. I’d rather kill myself with a tea spoon.

I have to deal with it. It’s not like they are bulling me – It’d be more likely for me to bully them, but… they are just disgusting.