4.49pm I was talking to a friend recently about how weird it would be to think in another language. To have to translate things into English. I can't cope with it. I can hardly cope with people having strange characters on their keyboards, let alone actually thinking in a different language. It's the last Friday of the Autumn term, although today is the only day this week that hasn't felt like a Friday. It felt like the beginning of the weekend on Monday. This week seems to have dragged by, kicking it's heels and making me wish I hadn't taken Latin. Oh, and my brace has broken. I was chewing gum, and a bit at the back came off, and I told my nan that I was eating, but I didn't tell her what. I told her I had forgotten. I knew she'd tell the orthodontist and I've only had the bottom part on two days. Mind you she phoned and apparantly it doesn't matter. I just have a loose bit of wire hanging around in my mouth which is severely annoying me. It's present-giving time on Monday. For some reason, when I give presents I can almost feel my money slipping out of my pockets. Especially ones that you just bought because you had to, and the person bought you one (that you don't like, usually). In fact, I have only had one Christmas present so far this year from any of my friends and it was a really nice one, so maybe this year a change is in store. Enough now. ----- There was a car crash yesterday just after my bus stop on the road, and it scared me because I'd seen the lady driving past just a few minutes earlier. I have heard from someone that she died. I've got watery eyes from just thinking about it. It makes my skin crawl. That I had seen that person just minutes before, thought nothing of it, yet she was driving to her death. Which made me think. How many people that I know and say are my friends now will pass through my life, pass away, and I will never know? They will be dead, and I will have no idea. Despite what my minister tells me, death scares me. Despite everything I might believe, I don't want to die.