Year 12 French class; normally populated by around 9 students. It's recently bloomed to around 14, with the arrival of 578490317840175834 exchange students. In fact, there's only one Kiwi in the class. Dead cultural, us. So yep, here a chance to better acquaint myself with the different cultures of the world, and I, me, the person who was part of the only English family in a whole council estate, am too shy to talk to any because when I do, they frown and shake their heads. Poor Jane. Quite why people from France, Germany, Portugal and Brazil chose to come to THE most isolated and uninteresting (once you get over the amazing scenery and stuff) country, as opposed to nearer, way more interesting England, is beyond me. Maybe it's the thrill of going all the way to the opposite side of the world, away from everything. I know my friend AJ is certainly feeling the culture, conversations with her filled with proclamations of delight for the beautiful German exchange student at her school. Hopefully some of these exotic people will motivate the less fortunate of us who have not been able to experience anything out of even the South Island, to go out there and travel and meet more beautiful people and learn languages and just be brilliant. On a more personal note, I saw the beautiful Sam today. Since the 3rd of July my friends, isn't that fantastic XD As this blog is pretty much my head except in digital form, I was thinking that maybe I would just start writing some of my stories in. That would certainly bring the tone of Xanga down. It would turn me on. In kind of weird way. Well this is it until next time, I have more to say, but that wouldn't just be tedious, but also mind-numbing and repetitive. So, like a poo that just won't go, I remain at the keys of my computer, eagerly awaiting another day to tip-tap away. Until I need to go to the poo parlour division or the piddly-diddly department. Love, Plain Jane.
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