Oh dear

My dear blog readers.... I must apologize, sincerely, for being absent here and there. Amongst the troubles of puppy care, moving all my stuff to Paris and being sick for two weeks now with what seems like a never-ending cold, I have been neglecting my writing. 
On the positive side I have reached 21 pages in my second book and finished editing my first. However my select readers who need to give me opinions and criticism also have quite a lot on their minds (or are lazy) so the reading has been to a minimum. Temptation strikes to just send my book to the publishers with only my edit added to the overall but I must resist!
So again I apologize. 

Don't you love the first days of school? Those days where you don't really do anything but you enjoy the fact that you aren't. The moments you get lost in the hallways and don't have any of the proper books and your teacher says they already don't like you.

Friday I had that, going out with your new classmates, moment. It was fun and they were great. The only problem is that me and my friend Jess are transferring to third year and all of them were first years. The reason we were out with first years was, of course, because we had to attend orientation to know where everything was (having never gone to this school before). Albeit we both had a great time and the first years, at least, are a great crowd. You'd think that we would feel bad because they are in a lower year but almost every single one of them is older than me (and Jess considering Jess is younger than me). Funny how everyone decides on art school after they've done something else. Ah well... I guess me and Jess are proof that there are some people who choose art the moment they run dancing and singing out of the high school hallways and make out with their high school sweetheart at the end of year fair.

What do you mean you didn't do that?! Impossible, all high school ends that way!

So to sum things up, my teachers look nice and have impressive backgrounds, my school is a maze that I still don't understand even after having been given an extensive tour, my friend Jess and me have decided to go to Disneyland before the first day of class because we need that boost of happiness and all in all the people at my school seem to know they are living near Disneyland and therefore are nice.