Let’s talk about how perfect Demi Lovato’s new album is, shall we?
At 1 am, we really shan’t.
Jammin’ to Rihanna. Dude, everything about that woman’s hot.
You got my full permission to loudly blast that in our room, just to piss Mrs. Winchester and the guys next door off.
Melissa is scared of planes, didn’t ya know? Maybe mum and dad let her, but I doubt it. Melissa’s bad in French, and they don’t want her to fail.
I did know, but it’s not like she has to spend the week in a plane. It’s not exactly like she’s going to learn to speak better french in a week in Paris with all her mates from England, buut. I’m not going to doubt mum and dad’s fascinating upbringing methods.
Guess who’s already packing their stuff for the school trip to Paris? It seems like I’m the only who’s excited.
Give Melissa some of that enthusiasm. She looks like she’s seen a ghost, we should get her to stay here.
Uh, no. Actually, the second born twin is the first born’s slave. Look it up. You were born to conduce me, the first born twin.
Maybe in old greek mythology or whatever, but this is the 21st century and I think these theories are somewhat outdated.
I don’t like planes. The height, the stewardesses, the food and I don’t like France. So, yeah, there ya go, beloved brother.
I really sometimes wonder what mum and dad were thinking when having twins, but they probably needed a back up in case the first twin failed. And now I’m thinking; what a good thing they did.
More, like, super annoying. I don’t see why we can’t just stay here and talk french. But, nope, we have to travel all the way to Paris. Idiots.
And miss out on a free week, without class in some posh country in Europe? That’s like holiday, what are you high on.
So, a school trip, hm? How fucking great.
You don’t think that’s great?