“May all your troubles last as long as your New Year's resolutions.”
-Joey Adams

Happy holidays cutie pies! Isn’t it a lovely day today? If you are wondering if I was drinking to be in this enthusiastic state, the answer is no, I wasn’t. Yet. I am just over the moon because I am on vacation! I mean, compared to the three months I get each summer, these two weeks may seem meaningless, but they are actually a blessing.

I may be on the verge of becoming religious since I’ve experienced a true Christmas miracle: not a single one of my teachers sent us homework. None. Not even my Portuguese teacher!! And there are only two possible explanations: either he has early onset Alzheimer’s and forgot or God Himself felt sorry for all of us and made sure we had no homework.

            But either waaaay, these holidays are already getting better. Christmas is that magical time of year when we can give in to our materialistic cravings and not feel guilty about it. Besides, don’t forget about all the food! This year I plan to eat my way through the holidays, I’ll deal with the guilt and the extra 17kg later. I can even put it in my list of New Year’s resolutions. I already wrote it, and here it is:

1.      Find a cure for the New Year’s party hangover.

2.      Loose the holiday’s gained wait.

3.      Don’t be such an idiot.

4.      Get my driver’s license.

And the first goal of my list leads me to my next topic: New Years Réveillon! If Christmas is a family holiday, then New Year is every liver’s worst nightmare. You know what they say: brand new year, brand new life hangover. I haven’t figured out what are exactly my plans. At first I was torn between Las Vegas (What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, isn’t it right, Prince Harry?), and renting a private jet (What’s classier than a party in the sky?), but then I remembered: Oh wait, I’m NOT a billionaire. So I’ll probably just go out with my friends, better than nothing.

            This is it for today, if you, unlike me, are a billionaire and own a private jet, I’m open to invitations and would be more than happy to delight you with my witty remarks. I’ll see you next year, happy holidays everyone.

 The Joker,

Sophie Grey

“Power was my weakness and my temptation.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

                Hey there, how are my favorite loonies doing? This week’s post is about the most epic subject of all times: me. Can I get a round of applause? Thanks, you’re lovely. But, carrying on, I’ve put my talent to write random non-sense to good use, and decided to tell you about my week. And it has been a heck of a week! I seem to have a special gift. And this curse gift causes me to get involved in pretty much anything that will eventually consume a good deal of time and energy. That being said, I have found myself caught in a political jungle. I am part of a group that’s running for my school’s domination student association.

               Since we’re a small school, there are only sixty senior students, and those sixty ended up divided into three groups: the team L, the team M (which was indubitably superior in absolutely everything), and the truly smart people who didn’t get involved in the feud. We all know each other’s names, and gossip and rumors spread faster than the plague. So it is fair to say that there was little bit of rivalry between us all. And this “little bit” occasionally translated to a sudden urge to punch some people in the face.

            For the (thankfully) short period of a week, we forgot we were all friends and a craving for power took over. Now, you might be wondering: Why? Why did both groups wanted to win so badly? Honestly, that remains a mystery given that whoever wins will simply gain more work and responsibility. But we wanted it, oh we wanted it bad! Just the satisfaction of winning was enough; the power to spend the rest of the school year bragging about our glorious victory. If someone offered us the job, we might have said no. But, as in a playground, we wanted the one toy that that other kid was playing with, even though there were dozens of other toys laying around.

            And so there was a clash of titans; we gazed fiercely at each other, we fought, we accused our opponents of stealing our ideas, of stealing our credit, and both sides struggled to be always one step ahead of the other. We were idiots.

             But now it’s over, we still don’t know who won, but… does it really matter? The answer: YES. I want to win. (Sorry, but we can’t all be altruistic and selfless, I mean I’m human, give me a break).

 The Joker,

Sophie Grey