15.

Oh yeah, and yesterday was my birthday and I'm finally 15! wooo!

Parents suck.

I hate my parents sometimes. Tomorrow night I am being dragged unwillingly to a family friends 50th birthday party. It doesn't sound that bad, but trust me it is. This family have a 7 year old devil child who scares the shit out of me, she will litterally beat you up if she feels like it, and she is freakishly strong. Plus the fact that on the invite it says that the party will be 'partylicious'. I'm just hoping there will be enough people there that they wont notice if I sink into a corner and text all night. Ugh, just kill me.

Just arrived in the french alps, which just happens to be the place for mountain biking in the summer, which means it's full of testosorone fueled teenage boys - I think I'm gonna like it here;)