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So, uni is back for the semester and after a lot of deliberation and timetabling, my subjects have all worked out and I'm in the beginning stages of a marathon effort. Work sees me doing what I do best, procrastinating. I know that ditsychick has a full comprehension of what I mean and we share lots of things in letters that range between half a page and six pages. I love getting to work on a Thursday morning and finding my letter on the keyboard. It was so sad the other day when, at the hairdressers, I realised that I had read all the magazines. I did my nails instead. My hair looks great and so do my nails. I think I'll take my nail polish to the hairdresser more often.
My 21st birthday is looming ever closer. Wednesday is my actualy birthday but my party is on Saturday evening. I went out with my personal stylist (yes, he actually is a stylist!) this morning in order to search and destroy to find me an outfit. I'm exhausted! I've never tried on so many dresses! We finally ended up in Paddington and it was there that I squealed in delight and found a glorious masterpiece. And yes, I think I did actually squeal. ditsychick, I can't wait for you to see it and I'll explain it in detail on Thursday. I'm possibly more excited about my dress than my party. I don't think Andy realised how hard it would be to find me a dress being 'eensy weensy' with 'great boobs'. Not my words. All of the boutiques we visited had people commenting on how tiny I am and what do I do to get such a tiny waist. I don't do anything. It's just tiny. Moral of this story, we found a dress and I'm in love and it didn't break the bank.
Much love and hugs to cerdes. I'm thinking of you and can't wait to see you in September. Hope everything went well this afternoon. You are the only person I know who looks hot decked out in hospital couture.
I shall endeavour to make more regular updates as sporadic doesn't even begin to describe my recent posts. I do read your journals on a daily basis I just never seem inspired to write in here and if I have something worth writing about, I'm usually too tired to write about it. *yawn* Speaking of which, I'm quite tired now, to bed I must go.
My 21st birthday is looming ever closer. Wednesday is my actualy birthday but my party is on Saturday evening. I went out with my personal stylist (yes, he actually is a stylist!) this morning in order to search and destroy to find me an outfit. I'm exhausted! I've never tried on so many dresses! We finally ended up in Paddington and it was there that I squealed in delight and found a glorious masterpiece. And yes, I think I did actually squeal. ditsychick, I can't wait for you to see it and I'll explain it in detail on Thursday. I'm possibly more excited about my dress than my party. I don't think Andy realised how hard it would be to find me a dress being 'eensy weensy' with 'great boobs'. Not my words. All of the boutiques we visited had people commenting on how tiny I am and what do I do to get such a tiny waist. I don't do anything. It's just tiny. Moral of this story, we found a dress and I'm in love and it didn't break the bank.
Much love and hugs to cerdes. I'm thinking of you and can't wait to see you in September. Hope everything went well this afternoon. You are the only person I know who looks hot decked out in hospital couture.
I shall endeavour to make more regular updates as sporadic doesn't even begin to describe my recent posts. I do read your journals on a daily basis I just never seem inspired to write in here and if I have something worth writing about, I'm usually too tired to write about it. *yawn* Speaking of which, I'm quite tired now, to bed I must go.