I always told that I like the winter days. There's my birthday. Christmas. New Year. You can stay home and read, knit, drink a warm coffee and so on.
I always lied. Or at least it was my mistake.
I hate these days.

Lou already wrote it - it's sunday. I will see her, Sam, Charlie and all my friends tomorrow at school. If I survive tonight, of course, but the risk is high that I don't. I really don't want to go to school tomorrow, you know, I have lots of homework to do and I think I will "forget" it. Sorry, but I just can't do homerwork tonight! There are so many other things to do...

For example playing the harp. Today was an instrumental music competition on which I was constrained to play because of my harp teacher (How do you call her? Harp teacher, really?). I played in a quintet, so we were five harps. There was only one of the three pieces we played that I liked, but guess what? We won! I'm so happy and proud and... Unmotivated for the next contest on which we will be forced to play because we won this one. Snief.

My mom has taken the TGV to Paris at 17:31 pm and she will not come home until february 15th. She works in a suburb there and my family moved to Germany in 2009 because of my dad's work. She wanted to continue working there and - tadaa - we see her biweekly. Mhm. I'm not sad but... Huh. Why doesn't she stay here a few days? She arrived this friday and now she's going there again!

Wow. The heating is on 5 and I'm still cold. My dad wanted to go outside and ride bike and I said it was ok; I would go take air with him. I'm such an idiot. You can't imagine how cold it is here - except you try riding bike by this weather, too. It's horrible, terrible, awful, and tragically I did. My ears are as cold as ice and my eyes are still crying. Never, never do such dumb things! I think I'll catch a cold and I'm like frozen now. I ate an ice to feel warmer but it didn't work - I actually feel worse than before. Everyone will miss me at school if I stay home tomorrow, won't they?

So I have to sleep and get well again.
Ciao.

The coolest one of the fantastic four Germans (literarry cool, lol).
Ray

Charlotte "Charly" Sara Lujan

Age: 14
Hair color and length: Brown. Curly. Shoulder length.
Eye color: Brown like a deer.
Religion: Well, protestant. But I do not believe in it.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Yeah. That's a good question. I really don't know.

Hobbies: Reading. Playing and listening to music. Writing. Sleeping. Playing Tennis. Watching Movies (and Animes). And dreaming.

Music: You have to know, that I am nothing without music. A day without music is like a night sky without stars. It doesn't matter for me what kind of music it is, as long the music is played with heart and can touch me. So I like the Beatles, Miloš Karadaglic, Linkin Park, Adele, Jason Mraz, Sam Tsui, Bruno Mars, Frédéric Chopin, Green Day, Ed Sheeran, Jamie Cullum, ZAZ, Greyson Chance, Simple Plan, Good Charlotte, Pentatonix, The Tunics, Billie Holiday ... I can't possibly list them all.

About me: Hm. I can't speak (or write) very good about myself. But I will try to be honest. I think I'm a shy person, I often can't say no and I'm apologizing for everything. I have always tried to change this and to be more confident and selfish, but hey, it's not that easy. When I do really like something, for example a song, I can hear it half a year without a break. I hear it every evening, a thousand times at full volume. Ask my family. They hate me for this. Well, I don't know what else to say about me. I'm very lazy, but I can work hard to get what I want. I often fall in love with fictional characters and imagine how it would be, if they were real. All in all, I think that I'm just a bit different. It can be that some people think I am strange, but honestly, I don't care about it. I am who I am. Luckily, there are many other "strange" people in this world.

Style: O man. I don't know. I love denim. I love blue. My style depends on my mood.

Best things I own: My stereo equipment, my piano, "The fault in our stars".

Addictions: "Waiting for the end", Glee.

Future Plans: I would like to be a pianist or an author, but that's not very realistic. But I can always dream of it and so that's okay.

It's sunday. In the outside it's raining and the sky is grey- nothing really cool to look at. Right know I don't feel like leaving my bed but I guess I'll have to. We're invited to a brunch in the local jazzclub. Brunching is cool and so is jazz but why has it to be on an early sunday morning? We're staying there until the afternoon anyways!

All in all the weekend began quite cool: friday evening I went to a party with my parents. One of them had to bring my little brother (12 yrs) Home early because he tried to secretly mix beer with coke so he couldn't get caught. When my brother left I was the only person under 30 years there. Even though I was quite alone there I had fun because my mother's best friend borrowed me his iPad and I could try Siri the whole evening.

Saturday I slept until 1pm but I was tired the whole day anyways. After my parents left to go to a friend's birthday my brother and me started to cook something (bacon & toast & and apple pie) and with all the food we went to the TV. We watched a lot of things like Crash Canyon, Punk'd and WWE Smackdown (the first time after the Winter break!) and we talked a lot, too.

And now I'm here, tired, and I don't want to get up although I'm hungry at the same time. Life sucks!
Anyone wanna come and cheer me up?

So that was my weekend- yet. Honestly a pretty boring one. I hope today will be better. Maybe.

~ Lou