Yesterday was June 21th. You all know what it means. My brother said: Come on dad, I'm 19, let me go out it's Music Day...PAAFF the slap made him twist Twist... on Music Day... for once we were on the topic.

Aujourd'hui c'était l'ecrit du bac français. Moi j'ai choisi l'ecriture d'invention. C'était "plaidoyer pour la justice sociale". Si quelqu'un a trouvé un corrigé sur internet (j'en trouve pas qui soient accessibles gratuits), ça m'interesse ! :-) Merci...

I haven't been writing anything within a week. It's true that over the last seven days nothing interesting happened into my life and, most of all, I hammer away for the Brevet des Collèges. Within 8 days: tests. By his side, Crocheton began the tests...

Je suis anorexique. C’est ma sœur qui le dit, qu’elle est anorexique. Moi je lui dis qu’elle est anorexique parce que c’est la mode. C’est elle qui le dit que c’est la mode. Moi je lui dis que c’est pas la mode, que c’est une maladie. Elle me dit que...

As far as I remember, Crocheton and I have always been sleeping in the same room. Pendry sleeps in the room next door. As it is Sunday, sure enough, I opened my eyes at 7:30, and I saw my brother who, must I remind it, is 19 years old, I saw my brother...

Saturday it's sports class. From 9am to 12am. In the gymnasium. I really don't like it, changing clothes in the cloakrooms of the gymnasium, with the other boys. It's strange, some of them think only about hurrying to change in order to go in front of...

Today, I considered running away. Run away, yeah, leave, just leave. With no worry about coming back. It's odd to get to that. I didn't do it. Because everyone does it. Everyone. For a yes, for a no, everybody clears off, everybody hops off, everybody...

Today, and for the first time since the birth of this blog, I received a mail from a reader, a female reader. The latter-day article will thus be related to this e-mail at which I’m going to try and answer as truly as possible. Here you can discover the...

1er juin 2005 - 1er juin 2007 Pour ses 2 ans d'existence, ce blog se paye une retrospective in english ! Yes madame ! Blog save the queen ! cette banniere sur ton blog ça se passe juste en dessous PS : 17 ans !!

Every days you're many to send me emails, asking me “Eh Brad-Pitt, Why don't you never speak about your sister ?” I found that it could be class to start this article like that but I've never received any mail from anybody. I don't care. It's today that...