I watched the sun set, and then went down to watch TV.

My host Dad watched some kind of discussion round...

A guy made a comment:
"One out of four children under the age of ten is obese. Obviously, those children do not feedthemselves. Can't that be considered child abuse?"


Hmm....



Good question! Sue the parents!

Yay, I finally read Kite Runner... I am actually on the second to last chapter right now! And I can tell you: This book has captivated me. Not decapitated ;)

I personally always have issues with the main character. He or she is always perfect, flawless in the eye of the author. Most of the time this character thinks about himself (or herself) very low, though. It freaks me out. That's why my favourite characters always come from the main character's environment, and often it is his or her enemy that I truly adore! ;)

In The Kite Runner, Amir narrates his own life. All the corny stuff that makes him so loveable is omitted. I actually despised him after chapter seven, up to chapter eighteen(and this is what amazes me). I never, ever despised a major character of a book in that way because of what the person actually did rather than what the author has made of him or her.

The book is als not tangled in difficult political issues, like some WW II books I have read before. It is not entirley about the war (or cold war) in Afghanistan (which is what I first thought when I heard about The Kite Runner). There is only so much information that the reader knows who is good and who is evil.The interested reader can google for more details on the internet. Even the time period of the war can be drawn form Amir's story.

Speaking of books: Today in French Mme Brault declared that she does not intend to teach us anymore until the end of this school year, but rather let us read another book... Thus, I started reading it, and -Oh My God!-why are all of the French books so cliché and predictable?? Want an example?
The girl in the book sees her crush standing in the hallway but does not dare to talk to him. Then she looks away, and the next moment she looks his way, he is gone. She is frustrated about letting her chance pass by... But: Look at that! She turns around and bumps into that boy of her dreams (turns out he's freshly imported from California, just moved to the region, just like her). And what does he do? He apologizes for running into her, she stutters, he flirts, invites her to eat lunch with him, and on top of that, both discover that their fathers have the same flaw of wanting to know exactly who the other one is hanging out with all the time... Tadah! I can hear the bells! One day he'll have to introduce her to his family, they'll go to prom together, and they'll live happily ever after... after they successfully solve a murder, of course ^^

...and something I also noticed (for everybody wo is in my French and L.A. class): The Germans are always the bad guys! ;)

Reading is my passion. One of my passions, to be exact. I love to get into a good story so that I don't want it to end. Of course it ends at some point, but the fascination still goes on within me. Sometimes I feel the urge to express my amazement in public. As with some Harry Potter books in Grade 5, with the Lord of the Rings, Breaking Dawn, and others. Especially when I praised the three books I just mentioned, I always came across a bunch of people who have a total objection, a burnt-in dislike of those; and they haven't even read the books.

Take Harry Potter, for example. When my friends and I planned to go to the theatre to watch the latest movie, one of my buddies expressed that he will boycott the movie, simply because the people make to much a fuss about it. Everybody was indignant at that comment and his stolidity.

Same thing happened with Twilight. When the movie came out, it was the sensation everywhere. I slowly started to comprehend why my friend acted that way. I read the twilight books, so I could build my own opinion on "how great" it really was; and the movie didn't even touch the "magic" that evolved around the plot in the book.

Now, I finally get to the point where I myself am biased against a book- and this book is the Kite Runner. Don't get me wrong! Indeed I have heard what critics say about it. Everywhere they praise the story, maybe criticize the dry writing style, but point out the remarkable theme. My friends were so excited when we finally got it for L.A. class. Some of them already started it, while I want to finish the novel I am reading at the moment first. Now that I hear that they actually are impressed and addicted to the Kite Runner, I have my doubts that I will like it as much as they do. It seems to me that they have been forced to like it by what people say- that I am forced to like it now, otherwise I will be eyed and shunned, and banned from the country. Even though I don't know yet what the plot is about (because I can't paint the picture with words like "Afghanistan", "Russians", "war", and, of course, "kite runner") I am not sure if I like the theme. I am not reluctant to read it. I am curious, but also afraid that the effects of the book on me will be less intense than they were on my friends.

With this said, I will soon post my first impressions of the book- as soon as I start reading!

One of these days:

6:23 am
Alarm Clock rings. A clean cut from my dreams. Crappy Noise. Can't reach it. Damn. Have to get up.

6:25 am
I am falling back into bed, even though I am already set the alarm clock to my *I-am-only-allowed-to-sleep-that-long-limit*.

6:34 am
Waking up again. Turning on every light in the room to stay awake. Where is the sunshine today? *looking-out-of-the-window* Snow?

6:58 am
Having breakfast. No coffee. I hate coffee. Still half-asleep.

7:26 am
Bus is there. A "bon matin" to the bus driver as every day. Sinking into my place, turning on my ipod (thank you Chelsey).

7:27 am
GOD! The music is too loud, it bombed my ears! Finish Rock! Thanks, I am awake now.

7:28 am
Damn. Ipod froze. Clicked too hastily to turn down the sound. So, that means 1 hour without music. Bored in the bus. Guess I am going back to sleep again.

7:48 am
Something woke me up. Realized it was a kick in the back. Ah, arrived at the French High School in Farnham. The elementary school kids entered. Noises everywhere.

7:55 am
Missed my second bus. Waiting in the rain for the next one. Did I miss that one, too?

8:02 am
No, I am fine.

8:15 am
Arrived at school. My friends aren't there yet.

8:35 am
Finally someone I know arrived! Talking about random stuff. Laughing about random stuff.

8:45 am
Ran into somebody. It was embarrassing.

9:00 am
Woohoo, French. -.-

10:00 am
Are we there yet? (Nobody seems to care that everybody's on facebook. But why is myspace blocked then?)

10:25 am
Gym next!

11:50 am
Hit someone in the face with a birdie. Not intended. It was wicked fun. Seriously.

12:00 pm
Hanging out with my friends. Best time of my day!

1:05 pm
L.A. next :)

1:45 pm
Mr. Fontaine stared down Arianna. Nobody seemed to believe he was serious! His face... It was hilarious! :D I love this class.
Jason: "Hamlet is dead? :o"

2:30 pm
Journalism class-a good way to end a three-day week! Tim danced on the table... again ;D

3:40 pm
Bell. War.

3:50 pm
Just got through to my locker! No DEPs or after school activities today!

4:15 pm
Arrived home. Shower. Food. Switching off my brain for today.

5:00 pm
Better switch it on again. I just tried violently to take a glass out of the cupboard and broke it.

7:00 pm
TV time. American Idol. People can get so addicted to it!

10:30 pm
Listening to "Mamma Mia" while falling asleep. Weekend! ;)