O.W.CH.
Dear God!
Never, EVER, get your legs waxed. Or wait - do it at least once in your life, so that I can prove my point!
ITHURTSWHENDONEIMPROPERLY.
That said, I can now move on to cooler things. Or not. Let's just say that the adjudicator I had for my last two items at the Eisteddfod did not seem to like me much.
Let's put it this way: Fist two: Gold. Last two: BRONZE.
He was too strict when giving marks with everyone, the b*****d.
//GETS OVER IT//
... HOMGYAY
My parents, against all odds, allowed my sister and I to go to a party in Cape Town AND sleep over for a night.
SUCH FUN.
It's a good friend of mine's b-day tomorrow, so she made a party out of the weekend as she had the flat to herself.
I'm still in recovery.
Dang, I feel for her though. She'll be partying non-stop untill tonight, so that would be Friday night, Saturday, Saturday night, Sunday, AND Sunday night. I have a feeling that Monday night won't bring any rest for her either.
Poor thing. heart
WE LOVE YOU, JESSICA.
It sucks to see so little of old friends. Most of them left school with my sister. I was the only one there still in school, as a matter of fact. And speaking of which, we have another test series coming up this week and the next. Oh my. I am looking so forward to that.
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