Janvier

As you may have noticed, I titled this particular entry with the french for January (I mean really, it's basically the same word). I do this because my sister today found out who her french exchange is; this will be the subject of today's rant. I, because my sister wants to have her little weekend away in France with her school friends, am obliged to give up my room so that her little French friend (who I'm sure is lovely) has somewhere to sleep... Why Mollie doesn't give up her bed I don't know. When my charming Dutch friend comes over to visit I have to give up my bed for him to sleep in, I don't see Mollie sodding off and gracefully offering him her bed now do I?

- Don't get me wrong, it gives me that lovely little warm feeling in the pit of my stomach when I do nice things for people (like when I lend my friends money so they can buy lunch, or get the bus), I have no problem with the French, and I definitely have absolutely no problem with staying at my nan's for a week. But I do like my bed. I really like my bed. And I'm not keen on strangers staying in my bedroom, where all my stuff is. I especially, and this is the real problem, hate people being in my bedroom, with my stuff, when I can't see them. I get into my room with someone and when usually looking my phone, my laptop and anything like that, would be perfectly acceptable for my friends I make sure it's all locked and unaccessible when in my room... I'm not weird. I'm not. It's just that it's my space, isn't it?

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