School's been over for the year for a few weeks already. Christmas shopping abounds and most of my friends are starting to turn into hermits. We had to bodily drag one away from two internet cafes while we were wandering in the city on sunday, but gave up on the third one. It's so much less expensive to go to the city when you DON'T buy manga from pop culture specialists.

Which reminds me, I tripped on the stairs going down into the shop, and he tried to catch me... <3 I stopped myself. But it was a sweet moment, even if nothing happened, dammit.

Anyway. Yay, the city. Takes an hour and a half to get in from my mum's place, but who cares? There are buildings where you can text messages to flashy signs, and protests every saturday, and a video games room in the Victorian Library! Who wouldn't love a place like that? And yet, I'm kind of expected to like the country more. I mean, the privacy is great. There's a hill near my place where you could take off all your clothes and dance in the moonlight and no one would know. Well, unless you're REALLY unlucky. But nothing happens there, and everyone lives so far apart that if you don't have a car, you don't do ANYTHING. Public transport only takes you so far.

Not to mention the abundance of weirdoes in cloaks and the smell of marijuana on the main street.(Didn't notice it myself, at least not until my sister smuggled home some and made me smell it. I didn't take any, I have no interest in it.) I've probably given away enough that anyone who lives in the same area would know exactly where I was talking about.

My friends and I are having another picnic, at least, some time soon. Food and hanging around in parks. I kinda really wish that he would ask me out. I've given him enough opportunity, telling him when I'm free and all that... hinting, but only very vaguely. I'm probably kind of not helping, because every time I try to compliment him I'm so afraid of showing that I like him that the compliments come out as detached observations. And crap, I'm talking about him again.

I'm going to practice piano before the skills fade from my mind, or something. Not that I'm particularly good at it, I'm so clumsy that I mostly just stumble over all the keys, and I don't have a great ear for the pedal. I've tripped over three times in the past two days, once UP the stairs. Damn teenage klutziness. That's the reason for it all; adolescence.