My stunt double wrote this. Not really actually. Just read it.

Today was special, for more than one reason. Firstly, a proffessional stuntman came into our french class to teach us how to do stunts in movies! Was that ever awesome! I saw some things that I thought weren’t even possible. They actually are impossible, though. It was only an illusion created by the angle the cameras were at. Some people got to be flipped, punched, rolled off the stunt-guy’s shoulder, but I got to simply flip onto a mat. It was really cool, since when you’re about to jump, you’re brain’s going “Nuh uh. You’re gonna break something.” and then next thing you know you’ve left the ground and you’re staring at the ceiling flat on your back on the mat. That’s my perception, anyways.
Secondly, today I wanted to ask this girl out, but being… indescribably idiotically me, I didn’t because I was nervous. I decided i’m going to ask tomorrow so I’ll know before europe. I felt like swearing for the rest of the day for not asking. Tthere was that course on stunts, though, after. Cheered me up.

I’ve started running again! I’m trying to get back into shape. I used to be able to jog four miles in a row. Now I can barely do two and a half. That’s alright, I guess. That’s what winter does to you. Yesterday, though, the school band had been playing the Rocky theme song, and as I was running, it just started playing in my head without warning. It was very appropriate. I enjoyed that run.

-Louis

Good morning, in the afternoon.

This morning, I woke up feeling like it was already the afternoon. I found it to be an ominous way to start the day. Aside from the fact that the world invaded my skull at such an early hour, making it raw and then numb, it was okay and typical as the AM can be.

I have an english assignment due this week. It’s on the movie Hero, with that martial arts expert Jet Li. Really, it’s not that bad of a movie, but I find when you’re asked to dissect something as if it were a biology project then all the magic goes out of it. Oh yeah, back to the essay. While feeling particularly uncreative, my work tends to be of… suckage quality, you might say. I’m not even sure if I’m writing it correctly. I’m writing about how Hero could not be better as a book, because we were discussing that in class the other day. That’s alright I guess. I’ll get through this uncreative haze and write something productive.

Ah yes, the inevitable true afternoon came about at around… 12ish. I got to visit a café with a friend, whereupon I got to have a much needed dose of caffiene, kickstarting my brain into motion. It’s nice to have a good café so close. It’s called Perkup and is on St-Angelique if you ever want to go there. If perchance you find yourself inside that awesome restaurant, then I suggest the Parisian Dark.

As soon as I got back home, I fooled around in photoshop. If you’ve ever heard of an artist named Andy Warhol, then you might like this picture.

Check it out!

P.S: I’ll get funny soon. I swear.

-Louis