Uni starts again soon. And before I return to my cave of study, I want to enjoy my summer.

So. Who fancies a trip to France. My parents have actually offered to pay. Apparently they feel guilty for leaving their son to fend for himself in a foreign country. Imagine that.

Let me know if you want to come!

Whoa, the real world exists.

Yes. This is a revelation.

LUNG DISEASE WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME!!

But...studying it. Not having one.

No, hanging around the German Language department hoping to catch a glance of random stranger Gordon man isn't pathetic at all, Emilio.

God, I'm a loser.

Voices of sanity? Do any of YOU know why Jean just rushed into my room and told me we have to go to German-land and stop cooks from walking on people?

This is for you, Tristan. Learn it! There will be a quiz!

( I Just Can't Wait To Be King en Français )

Fucking hell.

I can understand why some men hire prostitutes...

My parents are going to come down in a few weeks. They say they're going to make an effort to accept me. Actually, they said they would make an effort to 'tolerate' me. Which is a horrible word. But it's better than hate, right?

Hello! I'm in a fantastic mood! Who wants to come get shitfaced!?

Maybe there's something to this delaying pleasure idea.

Because that was incredible.