I am watching you

I took these pictures in Chinatown, San Francisco. I really like the last one with all the grease on the table. It's a perfect reflection of Chinese food.

I have to do so much homework and, of course, I always find something different to do. Like today. I have to write an essay, but it's so boring, so while I was writing my thoughts kept wandering back to the time I lived in America. I kind off miss America, even though I've only lived there for five months. I totally remember my first day at DHS. I was so frigging nervous and I couldn't find class N-15, where I had my first french class. I was almost late, so I ignored my fear and I asked a funny-looking girl where to find N-15. She looked at me like I asked her if she could lend me a thousand dollar and then she walked away. I still don't know why she did this. Maybe she couldn't understand a word because I had a funny accent. Maybe I had something stuck between my teeth. I don't know. I entered my class 10 minutes late, on my first day and this made me even more nervous. I had to introduce myself in french, which totally failed, because of my nerves. I couldn't even tell them how old I was. SO YEAH, thank you funny-looking girl. You really helped me out that day..

It's December already. Getting colder, days are getting shorter and my mood is off all the time. Gotta love winter, right? I have to admit though, I am looking forward to snowball fights with my family, tobogganing with my friends and drinking hot coco with my grandpa and grandma. But at the moment, it's pouring outside.. Now that's depressing. Move over rain!