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Friday 13th

LumiereBlackwood — Fri, 13 Sep 2013 14:17:13 GMT

Today was such an exhausting day. First lesson: good teacher, but she seems so childish sometimes. I mean it's sweet how she loves her subject, and how happy she was at every track she put in the player, but please! Sometimes I think she'd be better with little kids, only for elementary school, and not with graduating classes.

Then, the second class was really boring. We don't really like that teacher, beacuse...I can't really draw it up, but we simply just don't like her. She's nice as a person, but not good as a teacher. We all agree that it's just not her cup of tea.

Then, the third class. God, how much I like Math tests! Anyways, I felt like it was absolutely perfect for me. I did my best, so I won't have a guilty conscience if it doesn't deserve such a good mark as I expect it, but I will be very disappointed.

After that, we had another language class, this time, French. I was nice I would say, but by that time I got really tired and could hardly concentrate on what the teacher said. Anyways, I love that teacher. In the first two, maybe three years she's very strict, but after we learn the basics and she acknowledges the important things about us (like how and how much we study, and what we are capable of), she becames much friendly, and sometimes she's even able to tell a joke, or you know - just be friendly.

After a double class of exhausting and painful double class we had PE, followed by incredible stiffness in our thighs. Then, we set off home.

The most wonderful thing was that how brightly the sun shined in the downtown, and with one of my classmates we declared that we carried our umbrellas in vain the whole day. Then I quit the bus, one step, two steps, three steps, and...SPLASH! From nowhere the rain started to pour so fast and heavily I could hardly get my umbrella from my bag. During the three minutes walk to home it was pouring, but when I got in the house...it stopped. Great. And now I'm here, but in less than a half hour I'll have to leave and study for a History and an English test on Monday. And French and English preparatory classes, too. As it seems right now I'll have a nice weekend...

Blogger...what?

LumiereBlackwood — Tue, 10 Sep 2013 17:37:49 GMT

So. It's obviously a blog. What shall I do with this? I suppose, write. Okay. If there's one thing that I really know, then, that's how to write. Or, at least, I think I know how to do it. Then.

HEEEEEYY! It's me, Lumiere here. I decided to go on with the blog, and replace Iris, hence she could write only two posts when she had to give it up. Don't aks me why, I won't tell you, as she made me promise to keep her secret. The only thing you shall know about her is that she'd gone through several serious changes and she wanted to break up with her previous life, starting a brand new one. That's why I am writing now. And I think this explanation should be enough for now. Later I'll continue with posts that make much more sence. By the way, check THIS out, read my writings and HAVE FUN!

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Kisses,

Lumiere <3

What the...

IrisLee — Sun, 05 May 2013 18:26:07 GMT

Gosh...I worked a lot today on my post, as I first wanted to write the whole thingy in a word document, then upload it here. After a hard work of approximately half an hour, it turns out, that this f*cking computer can't re-open the once closed file... Thank you, god of all electric stuff... I hate this. No matter, I'll upload it any way! There's nothing that could stop me, even I'll go anywhere to do it! As until that point, trust me, I'll be a so bad girl to have more and mroe to write about, just for you, my dearest readers and followers.
Tons of kisses, your favourite little liar,

Iris <3

Introduction

IrisLee — Sun, 28 Apr 2013 12:05:14 GMT

First of all, my name is Iris. Iris Lee. I'm 17. And much worse liar than you ever thought. Perhaps, you know me. You know my name, know where I go to school, or live, know my family, but you don't know me. You can't. Because I don't let anyone. Why? Because it's my very own life that I keep closed and hidden, deep in myself.
You can call me a plaza kitty, a chick, maybe even a b*tch. Why don't? You know what I do. Going on almost all day long shoppig tours, gossiping and teasing, playing the unreachable, unknowable and always changing and always better queen. I like to fool the others and to humiliate them. Why? Because it's me, my very own life and decisions that I make, even if I screw my own life up. So what? Don't try to understand me. You won't. But maybe, if you keep reading my blog, you will have a very slight chance to know me - or have a glimpse at my REAL life. The girl you think you knew and hated, could be somebody who you cannot understand, but at least like a bit.
And just one more thing: I fooled you again. Guess where and what! ;)

Kisses,

Iris