Today I walked along the Seine with the most beautiful girl in all of Paris. Is it not amazing that this ancient river has seen so much, yet still it flows? As we walked upon le pont Neuf, I looked into the water and saw a glimpse of my future in this river of the past as I took her hand in mind ( Read more... )

"All boys, but one, grow up ( Read more... )

The lovely Miss Pozzodiborgo and I are venturing into the new Harry Potter at last. Why can't every day begin with a new Harry Potter book and a beautiful girl? Perhaps I have found the secret to happiness ( Read more... )

Only five days until the new Harry Potter is released. I must admit that I cannot wait. When being the jester/prince becomes tiring, I can always slip between the covers of a good book and escape.
For Goblet of Fire, Valentine and I spent long, lazy mornings under our favorite oak until we had read it to completion. Will I have that pleasure again ( Read more... )

Today in the bright Parisian sun, Romeo and I indulged in a lengthy jog. It is said that dogs exhibit the personalities of their owners. If this is so, I ask why Romeo is so enamored by the lovely mademoiselles who stop and admire him, while much less can be said for me as regards a certain belle dame Française. Not that I am jealous of my fine ( Read more... )

This is here to let someone know that I'm alive if she is feeling better. Or has come to her senses about Prince Charming.

It's so boring here without Andrea and Charlotte. I've no one to bitchtalk to so I decided to undelete my journal. I have to find some new icons.

It is October and I am back at school. I do well at my studies. What else is there for me to do with the eyes of Maman always on me? I am more popular at school now that Andrea is gone. Which makes me feel good and bad, but popularity is better than being ignored. Anyone who says it isn't is a liar ( Read more... )

On 5 September it was my birthday. I am fifteen. I am driving now thank you to Drea who has been patient in teaching me. He is more patient with me than I am with myself. With this I am in a race to become a man. I am tired of being the child. I think this is because I have the appearance of one ( Read more... )

Valentine would not stop being a pest until I made a journal ( Read more... )