Ghost in the Shell

Woah !

Woah, today I saw felines at a special felines zoo. They were so beautiful !

Oh, I also saw Kate Beckinsale today, in a movie tonight.

That's not the same kind of beauty... But you don't get tired of it !

Noise

Heh, I recently bought a tin whistle : an irish 6 holed flute, equivalent to what we call here a flageolet or "flûteau".

Of course, I love it, and I enjoy it a lot...

But apparently, not everyone in the house thinks so. I think they will very soon : either murder me, or break up my whistle into pieces...

And they say music hath charms to soothe the savage breast...

Feel blah

Sometimes, life sucks...

Some chances you can't take...

Impossible or forbidden loves...

Feelings you have to repress for... technical reasons.

"Beware not to burn your wings"...

Yeah, I know... But sometimes life just sucks...

Motivation (is that a word ?)

Yeah, let's get moving and study Russian language !

Because if I don't, the internship in Moscow in second year, I won't really be willing to do it...

Oh, yeah, I aslo have to get a new pen. This one's dead.

Untranslatable pun (sorry :D)

Oh, some drunk guy just called me, to tell me he made a wrong number...

That is fun !

(Music : ABBA, Gimme)

Tatatatadaaa...

Aaaand, back ! Holidays again, holidays always !

Two weeks to get rest from the hard days at Centrale,

the sports events (that we won, even if it's not thanks to my performance in hockey),

the summer coming back, along with the traditionnal : skirts, tank tops, super classy Ray-Bans and other summer stuff which provokes hormone disorder.

This being said, in Lyon, one week ago, we were still having snow (oh yeah, and not you, so there ! Ok, people north of the Baltic aren't allowed to answer).

Well, and, I could go back to my old high school (the one where I did my prepa) and, I hope, cheer up my old friends who have their exams in three weeks.

By the way, if the MP of Condorcet can read me... GET BACK TO WORK, YOU SLUGS !

(But I still like you heh ?) This is said. Now, it's quite weird to get back there. The noises, the smells,

they bring back to mind good and bad memories.

Well, I liked it, that's what matters.

I'll go back on friday, for the carnival, and the last day of class. But there is the sucetto thirsday, too. I won't spend my entire life there. It would start to look weird.

But there are really pretty girls, in this class. I hesitate...

Well, I'll see later (one more way to procrastinate)...

Apart from that, to comptent the three and a half reader I must have now,

I have a lack of joke to tell you : it's a skier, entering a coffee. What does it do ?

"Splash". Oh yeah, this one really sucks.

I'm fine with living with it. And no, it can't be cured. Take it or leave it.

Let's go, I'll go and pretend to add another dummy project to my list of dead before they were born projects, just to change the habit.

And of course, loaf about !!

LAZINESS PREVAILS !!