Bonne Année tout le monde! Désolée que je n'ai pas écrit. J'étais assez occupée.
Ah, the New Year. What could be better? It's a fresh start, and it's time to move on from past mistakes. I have therefore decided on a few resolutions:
1. Be nicer to Chrissa.
2. Be nicer to Christelle.
3. Stop hanging up on my mom's lectures...er, phone calls.
4. Be nicer to Lilly.
5. Get new clothes.
6. Give the clothes I don't wear anymore to Julien's sister.
7. Stop wanting to scream at certain people in my Spanish class.
Now that THAT is out of the way, I will talk about my New Year's Eve.
Micki was enthralled to discover that Julien played soccer. Julien is a very good player, and Micki was a soccer star herself back in the day. I say "back in the day" because she was unfortunately suspended from the soccer team for "harassing" Jess. I had to laugh when Micki told me what happened. Um, no. She was not "harassing" Jess. To be honest, Jess loves to rat everybody out for the littlest things. I know. I've been there, done that.
With that aside, I have to admit that I was a tad jealous. Julien has to leave for France soon. I kind-of wanted to spend time with him. Ugh, what am I talking about? We screamed "BONNE ANNEE" together at midnight. I have nothing to be jealous of...je suis quelquefois folle...
Oh, and something strange happened. It involved Micki. She suddenly began to feel sick. Tears were streaming down her face because her stomach and head hurt, so she went to relax in her room.
Lilly became panicked...as usual. Lilly will not let whatever issue she has with Micki die. Lilly is convinced that Micki may have disordered eating patterns, as I've mentioned in previous posts. Lilly told me that Micki didn't eat much for dinner, and that was probably why she wasn't feeling well. I know I certainly feel like I'm going to pass out when I am famished!
Of course, Lilly had to shove her golden curls in Micki's business. She asked, "Are you okay?" Micki looked angry...so angry that she almost looked as if she could kill Lilly. Instead of doing such, Micki simply shouted, "Stay out of my life, Lilly! Mon dieu!"
Fortunately, I was able to get Lilly away from Micki. We spent some time with Lucía, who told us about a Spanish New Year tradition. In Spain, people try to stuff twelve grapes in their mouths in twelve seconds at midnight. It's supposed to bring good luck. After Lilly heard that, she went on a search for some grapes. I'm glad she didn't find any because she would have probably ended up choking.