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Bags not doing the HSC again:
Kerryn is so stressed about her HSC that she actually thinks it is a good idea to take up cross-stitch. When I did my HSC I was so stressed out that I thought it was a good idea to design and sew (by hand) a NECK BAG.
My sister is threatening this one at my 21st so I have to beat her too it:
So there is one embarrasing story that exists about me, and for 20 years worth of life you've got to admit - that isn't too bad. Here is it: I ate chicken chippies that were 3 years out of date. We were house sitting, they were in the freezer, I was incredibly hungry. YES I ate the whole bowl of them, even when I knew they tasted off, YES that night my diarrhoea was so loud that it woke up the cat.
Shakesphair:
Back to my assignment now. For english we are required to plan a staging of Much Ado About Nothing. My version, lovingly titled "Much Hairdo About Nothing", takes places in a hairdressing salon:
"What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true? Stand I condemned for pride and scorn so much? Contempt, farewell! And maiden pride, adieu! No glory lives behind the back of such."
Kerryn is so stressed about her HSC that she actually thinks it is a good idea to take up cross-stitch. When I did my HSC I was so stressed out that I thought it was a good idea to design and sew (by hand) a NECK BAG.
My sister is threatening this one at my 21st so I have to beat her too it:
So there is one embarrasing story that exists about me, and for 20 years worth of life you've got to admit - that isn't too bad. Here is it: I ate chicken chippies that were 3 years out of date. We were house sitting, they were in the freezer, I was incredibly hungry. YES I ate the whole bowl of them, even when I knew they tasted off, YES that night my diarrhoea was so loud that it woke up the cat.
Shakesphair:
Back to my assignment now. For english we are required to plan a staging of Much Ado About Nothing. My version, lovingly titled "Much Hairdo About Nothing", takes places in a hairdressing salon:
"What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true? Stand I condemned for pride and scorn so much? Contempt, farewell! And maiden pride, adieu! No glory lives behind the back of such."