Post no.8

Well, at last I have something to talk about. Like I already said in my previous blog entries I went to see my dentist on Monday. I was scared like a puppy. The fact is, that I thought I had to repair a tooth that was already repaired. And nothing happened. I almost changed my mind and then it turned out to be just fine.

School. What can I say? Everything's back on track.

I dislike the new version of my favourite newspaper, Dnevnik. I can't find anything. It's all messed up! Feuilleton and interesting news use to be on the same page and now they're all over the newspaper.

My dad's been really busy lately. I never get a chance to talk to him. Bad, bad. Because I need some help. Only dad can help me with Mathematics. I'm not a Math expert.