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“Harry, un ami qui vous veut du bien”: 8/10. I never knew the French had it in them. Great movie, very versatile and good acting.

Mkay, now that's pretty sad. But only to those few blessed souls among you who speak Dutch.

I've had a rather nasty blister on both my feet since I went out wearing my new shoes last Saturday. Now, my aunt's a nurse, and she once said it's better to puncture blisters and even cut the dead skin off. Not. Having done so two days ago, I feel pretty stupid. As should my aunt. I'm not putting shoes on again until Friday, for class, and I'm hoping it won't get much worse, since I'm planning to go to Condodance (oh, Buddha, that's an awful name) on Saturday. Anyway, kids, remember two things: “Do not puncture a blister unless it is large, painful, or likely to be further irritated.” and “Do not remove the skin over a broken blister. The new skin underneath needs this protective cover.” Source: WebMD.

“Identity”: 7/10. A bit predictable but with a few nice twists. One of the less sucky things to come out of Tinseltown, if you will.

I don't know if I've mentioned this but, apparently, my parents bought my uncle's Ford Galaxy after all, and they'd been trying to sell my dad's Renault Twingo. They had been, until this week, when some couple that lives down the street—I think—decided to buy it. Great, you say. Ahh, but wait. They didn't get the couple to sign because they gave them some retarded reason. Now, if there's one thing I've learnt, it's that depending on the kindness of strangers—contrary to what Blanche DuBois claims—is generally a bad idea. So last night, apparently, the woman called, to demand a €500 price drop. The deal's off. Nice. As we're getting the Galaxy as soon as my uncle's new car is delivered, we're likely to have no less than 3 cars soon. But I'd trade it all in for a little more.