Yeah, just for a while I’ve felt like an outsider amongst my friends. And you’re right, everyone should ahve that one really good friend. And I do, but she moved out of town. We don’t text as much and she’s falling in with a bad crowd.
Well, it’s just weird because there are no wounds for time to heal. I’m not in a fight with anyone.
Listening to my friends cound down the days until they can go for their L Plates. I have to wait another 1 year and 3 months >.<
192 days! ^^(till i get my l’s. i am one of those friends bonnana137 was talking about.)
Doing assignments. oh the joy! 
atleast there almost over! YAY! 
Watching The Jeremy Kyle Show right now. That show is so embarrassing it’s almost funny.
Playing Elite Beat Agents, which a friend lent to me. It’s fairly incredible 
Watching Arrietty.
In my Science class! Fun!
I drank a 1/2 gallon of milk yesterday. 
I was watching The Time Traveler’s Wife.
Maybe you caught the travel bug. The Australian Aborigines have a practice where they up and leave whenever they’re feeling restless.
And I think you’ve probably heard of the Native Americans’ vision quests, a rite of passage done by teenagers before they can be considered an adult. 
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My reviews for Side Effects and The Croods have been published! You can check 'em out on my social-media sites or HERE.
We may get more snow where I live. Winter… just die already!
Here’s my MU video. It’s kinda pointless but I did it over Spring Break
I was watching Eastern Promises.
What’s an L Plate? (-confused American)
An l plate is what you get when your learning to drive. L for learner.
I’m reading Cloud Atlas.
I’ll explain it a little clearer: An L Plate is when you first go for your drivers licence, while you are on your L’s, an adult MUST be in the car with you. When you complete the set number of hours behind the wheel, you move on the your red P Plates, you can drive alone. After you complete that you move on to your green P Plate. THEN, when you complete those, you take a final test, and if you pass, BAM. You get your drivers licence.
Now, I respect peoples opinions… I was looking through some critic reviews of Toy Story 3, look what this guy said:
“This film—this whole three-part, 15-year epic—about the adventures of a bunch of silly plastic junk turns out also to be a long, melancholy meditation on loss, impermanence and that noble, stubborn, foolish thing called love.”
Yeah, I’m gonna make one exception to my respect of opinions. This guy is CLEARLY insane. 
I’m missing my friends in real life. 
^Aww, have you not gotten the chance to see them recently?
Watching The Dirty Dozen.
Going to see a French flick, Dans La Maison, for a future review.
Also wondering to say if I were to write a letter to a Pixarian requesting an autograph. You’d be surprised, but for a wordsmith (of questionable quality) like me, I’m speechless!