No.Fiction.Anymore

This was the first time, the very first time I went to a classic concert.  

17 birthday ! Was it my brother's present ? Maybe, he didn't offered me anything tho... Is he selfish ? Well.. this is not the subject is it ? Let's move on the true subject : What does people think when they are in a classic music concert ? 

This was pleasant at first. To tell you this was just a five musicians concert. There was three violins, one clarinet and a bass. This took place in the Louvre, really beautiful place actually. 

So yes, at first, this was really pleasant, you listen to music and you think about your day, your life, your future and your past, and very quickly this start to be really depressing ! 

       You start to look around you, watch people you don't know but who do the same as you tonight : they listen to classic music !                      
There was this old woman, she had red hair but grey roots which show us that she was not very very young. Next to her sat her husband (well I guess it was). The two of them were dressed very well, and that let me believe that they must belong to the upper class of Paris, might live in the 8th or 1st district of Paris (the most expensive areas of Paris if you're not an expert in the french capital' subject). 
And came a moment of annoyment when I start wondering 'what -especially this woman- is thinking right now?' believing that if I had the answer I might do like her, and perhaps I will enjoy this concert, like she seems to enjoy it !  

And I was wondering : is she thinking of her lover, of how she might hide it to her husband for the rest of the year, and the year after.. All the remorse she might have if her husband'll discover her affair ! 
At this moment I understood that I'll never enjoy the concert because I do not have a lover, and moreover, I do not either have a husband ! Depressing.

Tho I moved to an other person, the girl sitting just in front of me ! 
She was way younger, yes she was probably hmmm...... 21 years old ? Yes she must be 21 ! 
I first think about how did she react when she discovered her hairdresser was a real shit in the art of hairdressing, because without being mean, her haircut was a disaster ! 
Furthermore, she may be the most unlucky girl on earth, because actually it seems that her tattoomaker was also a big shit in tha art of tattoo ! 
She had tattooed in the back of her neck a kind of eye, but this was like a dinosaur' eye with long eyesbrows, with like mascara on it. Who the hell had drawn this ? Was she forced to tattoo it ? 
Well actually, this may not bother her a lot, this was in the back of her neck, who can see the back of his own neck ? Nobody ! So perhaps she had never seen the result of the tattoo ? 
Hope she doesn't mind !

Then I feel like my mind advising to my soul to just stop thinking, but have you ever try to stop thinking ? like thinking about anything, like nothing at all ?!

THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE !

I was trying, and trying, it may have looked fun to look at face actually :
    - I tried to close my eyes, did not work
    - I tried with open eyes, did not work either
    - I tried while touching my hair, did not work
    - I tried with crossing legs, did not work
    - I tried hands in hands, did not work
    - I even tried the whole things together ! BUT IT DID NOT WORK EITHER !
Is that only me or what ? What's wrong with me ??

Tho, I just decided to wait until the end of the concert keeping thinking of everythings more or less important about my life, the one of my brother, of my mother, of my neighboor, of the Queen of England, to sum up : I though about the craziest to the most annoying thing on earth !

Can I say that Classic music concert has been a great experience ? I don't think so...
I think you can't go there for the first time pretending that you've done that you're whole life : you have to learn !
It seems easy eh ? But this is hard !

Have you ver been to a classic concert ? if you're going tomorow, then good luck !

      It is not in my blood, but somehow, it is in my heart ..yes it is !      

No I'm not a fan of Justin Bierber. Yes I like Mapple Sirup, but not more than it. Oh Yes I love Tim Hortons, and especially the Tim Bits. Yes I do think Niagara's falls are amazing. No I like american as well as I like canadians. Yes this is such a big country. No I don't play hockey. 
But anyways, Canada is part of me now ! 

If someday you have the chance to go on an exchange, wherever it is, whatever you think, JUST DO IT ! 

Exchanges are just amazing experience! 
Actually I had, I think the worst exchange partner anyone can expect ! But she didn't succeed in bothering me : I enjoy it no matter if you like me or not bitch ! 

Canadians are just crazy ! They come to school dress in pijama, but it doesn't matter. They fight the whole time in hockey games, but that pretty fun. They were shorts in winter, cause this is not that cold actually. That's what I said : they are crazy ! 

I knew life would be different over there, but I couldn't guess that this would be this 'different' level !
My first question was "what the hell is that greeen-yellow liquid on the tabble ?" 
It looked like green coke, or like a gaz-pi ! 
All the frenchies around me hesitated before drinking it, but as strong and courageous people, we drank iiiit ! 

 GINGER ALE ! 

this is one of the things that makes me gain 7 fucking kilos in only three months ! 
the other are for exemple : butter pop corn, tim bits, bagel, white cheddar popcorn, pancakes........
And I guess thanksgiving didn't help it either ! 
I explain myself : I am french and tho I never had any thanksgiving before :

so at 16 years old I enjoyed for the first time the feeling of the "thaksgiving-full-stomach"

That was a good experience that I tried to take with me in France, but I can't explain why, any french person I know do like the pumpkin-pie ! 

What was sooo different also was high-school ! Holly F*ck :O 
I was used to go to school from 8 AM to 6 PM, commuting by public tansports and having so many boring  classes like 'litteratury', 'math', 'phisics', 'biologie', 'law', etc...
No no no no no no no ! Canadian' high-school 'snot like that ! You still start at 8AM, but you're done at 2 PM !! isn't it crazy ? and this is not all : 
you don't even have to walk to the bus stop to find a bus full of stinking people : NO, you take the school bus in front of your house, quiete empty and perfectly silent to finish your night ! 
Moreover, you also have the choise of your classes, and you can chose 'cook', 'draw', 'fashion', 'drama', 'photography', 'music', and so much others funny classes ! 
That is the dream scolarity, and I hate those canadian who complain about their school system : I challenge them to try the french one ! THEY WON'T SURVIVE ! 

Well I could talk to you about Canada for hours, but I decided to stop this article right now cause nostalgic tears are coming form my heart to my eyes (isn't it a romantic sentence eh ? :D) 
Well to be shorter, I love Canada, and sometime I wish I could jump from France to the Mapple country ! 

   You guys already know that 'Boys' are a big part in the teenage-girls life ! Well apparently they don't seem to like me much ... - -

That may be the most boring part of the blog, but I have to start somewhere otherwise it's nonsense! 

Tho I had my first relationship (if we can call it so) with a guy at 14. I was ugly, stupid, and only interesting about the fact to "kiss a guyyy". Therefor I date that terrible guy who told me he was crazy 'about my unreal beauty' (Yes, that is soooo pathetic!). He was a mix of raggae style with hard-rock, kind of geek, and a littlebit gangsta. That is to say, I was a total stranger from today ! 
We date for...... 3 weeks (that is as pathetic as the rest), that is why I'm laughing soo hard when people say that your first love is the one you ever remember and you're always affected by.. Well my first love is the one I'm just trying to forget, cause I just feel such a shame about it ! 

Anyways, since that time I did not have any 'proper boyfriend'

Last year there was that guy, still in my class this year, we chatted a lot on the phone (quite close actually) and we kiss at that birthday in March... Actually, I have to explain : he is a cute boy, he's got the 'swaaaag!', and he can be nice (whenever he wants, cause he can also be mean.. whenever he wants too). You're gonna tell me : tho after that party you date together ? And the answer iiiis NO ! 
Now the question of why is pretty easy to answer : He is just such a bad kisser ! 
I am not preetending I'm a really good kisser (even if frenchkiss does have a reputation!), no, I'm just saying that all my plans just sank into darkness when my mouth touch his mouth (not to go in the details ;) ) 
- So this experience is also to forget ! 

Then there was this other guy, I met him 3 years ago at a party at one of my goodfriend' house'. This was little party where I didn't know anybody and we just drank a beer while watching movies. Nothing happened at all except some few looks, but that was all ! 
The next day I received a message on my phone : this was him, he found out my number ! The only problem is that he lived about an hour away from me and that I could never see him again, tho I kind of forget him..
But last year in February, another friend invite me at her party, and guess who was there ? Thaaaaat pretty guyyy ! 
I was hoping sooo many things that night that I didn't even notice that I was drinking a little bit too much : results : I piouced twice everywhere in the house  at 11PM : THE big shame ! 
To tell you, I never saw that guy since that day ! 

And the last one : 3 years older than me, sooo cute, in my high school, intelligent, kind, THE perfect guy ! 
It happens that, I bet a stupid thing with a friend at lunch a day (I don't even remember when !), and yes, proof that I am not that stupid : I won ! 
This wasn't a really big deal, so I didn't even knew what did I won, and I did not really care (If I knew ! ), I spent the afternoon in class, completly forgetting about what happened at lunch. 
And about 10PM I received a message from the loser friend that I had beat early in the day in a stupid game, telling me that this was my present : A cellphone number ! WHO THE HELL WAS IT ? She just told me to text and I'll see.
Well I discover early enough that this was that dream guy cellphone number ! 
Days passed and we talked quiete well, closer, and closer, and then a day there was THE MESSAGES really important and guess what : my cellphone just stop working on that perticular day ! 
I did not manage to get his number back, things where done .. and my dream guy was million miles away ! 

So have you ever met a girl even more unlucky than me ? Is that possible ? 

Please dudes, whish me good luck for this year I am kind of bored of the bad experiences ! 

First of all, I am French.       

Yes I am....

I do eat bread, cheese, quiche but not frogs. I do go to Paris, but I assure you that it is a lot less romantic when you go there without any lover. I do speak french, but I can tell you that I am as bad as you in grammar. 

Yes, yes, yes I know you're all wondering one thing : Why am I writting in English ? 
Well to tell you everything.. this is a Good question ! 

You, english-native-speakers you may be horrified about all the mistakes I do in those publications (hopefully you understand me).
To explain you my life, I went on an exchange in Canada where everybody speak english, aaaand ....nobody speak french. So I was there for three month, and I spoke only english during those three loong months! 

Since that experience, I like talking english to myself, because frenches speak very bad english! And as you -my blog, and my lovely readers- are my second 'self ' , that part of me, like an Horcruxe (haha Harry Potter still has work to do), I decided to write in English with you !  

There is a start to everything, well actually is that really a start ?
I'm 16, almost seventeen, and I can confess that I tried few times before to have a diary on which I'd write everything about my passionate life. 
I can also confess that it did not work it out, not even once.. Tho this time I decided to tried (yes once again) to make it work ! 

But I decided to create this blog, cause thinking taht unknown will read it, may comfort me ! -Hope it'd wooork !-

Wish me good luck, and don't be affraid to comment I'm waiting for your opinion guys !