I had to write something as I got sick of seeing that awful previous journal entry.

Basically, the school's almost over, I'm going to London in July, then back to the hot summer of Split. That's where I live! Yay!

God I hate summer. Winter is great and autumn is great, and I used to dislike spring because everyone is like 'ooh, spring - flowers, sun, rebirth and horny animals, let's be happy and dance under rainbow', but after 17 years of living I figured out spring is actually like autumn, only in reverse and kinda warmer. But it's cool because in autumn you know the weather is going to be all gloomy and soggy and you're dissapointed when summer drags it's ugly but until um... (counts months..january, february...)...october. And in spring, it's..um..(counts months...)...may and you're sure, damn, the heat's here, and then you wake up and you think you woke up too early cause it's still dark outside and then you figure out it's like twelve degrees outside (that's celzius, i dunno bout yer american thigamajigs) and it's raining and windy and suddenly your day's not all that bad. Thank you spring you're a real friend. I'd kiss you but then I'd probably get a social disease cause, let's be honest, you've been everywhere. Except poles, but nobody ever goes there anyways.

boy, if you've read like all this, you better write a comment or i'll punch you in the face.