tra la la. J'ai recive` un livre de music pour Noel. C-est de mon amie Emilee. L'ecole est tres abominable! I have to walk the dog, clean my room and practice the trombone. I have been putting it off for too long. Pity me in my misery!
Au Revoir

Bonjour. Je suis tres fatigue. Je deteste les maths. Les etudiants sont abominable. Ils sont tres stupide. aaiee! Je veut dormir. Ma tete est morte. Au revoir.

Hello again. Life continuse as it always will. I am learning to play trombone. No one ask why i don't know. my bedroom is Mog. oh well being able to see the color of my carpet was pleasant while it lasted. A Bientot.

Ah Je suis ici. I have a week to learn two songs for a compitition. Bonne Chance a moi...
I cleaned my room congratulations to me but it is ever so subtly returning to its state of mog... My sister cmes home broken hearted as the love of her life is no more. sigh. life will go on...

Bonjour. Bonsoir actually. Eldest sibling has left for collage. Good luck Darlin! My hair is a frizzy tangled mess. I have invented a new word. Mog. A perfect adjective for my bedroom in its current state. Mess, bog, mush and smog all rolled into one jolly single syllabled word. Mog.
Contemplating the meaning of life. What will become of my future. ectera. I am operating on less than 4 hours of sleep. Oy Vey! Au Revoir. My eyes cannot remain open by themselves anymore. Ta~

Joy! Life goes on! I got a letter from my pen-pal! My foot has shrunk back to normal size and I can walk without an ankle brace. I am content to give up on rhyming words for shards. Tomorrow is Thursday! I have lost the three pounds I gained. My hair is hopeless. I accept it. I scheduled my audition for tomorrow, wish me luck. I will outlaw telephones someday when I rule my own country. I am pulchritudinous! I love my dictionary. Ta~

Sigh. Life goes on. My pen-pal no longer writes to me. My foot is swollen twice its normal size and stuffed into an ankle brace. I cant find any good rhyming words for shards. Tomorrow is sunday. I have gained three pounds. My hair is an impossible snarled mess. And I've got to schedule a bloody audition over the telephone! I despise telephones. I am lachrymose. Alas I will always be able to find solace in my dictionary. Ta~

Hello. I am writing. How joyous. Yes indeed. Um. so, is there a rule here that says you can write only in English? I hope not. It is such a harsh language. There. I have written a diary entry.