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The masses are complaining that I have not been all with the updating lately. (The masses number 2).
So, on the agenda for this week we have:
1. Pimpage
Because you know Halloween is the coolest holiday ever.
2. Glotage
Sadly, I can not partake in the aforementioned event as I will be in ice-skating in Budapest (actually two cities: Buda and Pest). Not that I am going to Budapest to ice-skate, it just happens to be what I will be doing on Halloween night. There really was no point to this information other than to gloat. But I can do that, because I am D4 and we don't care what the plebes think!
3. Squeeage
Lots to squee about this week, notably:
Afterwards: being defaced as we speak. Only, not literally as we speak because I'm typing, not speaking and I can't scribble and type at the same time.
Firefly: I know, I must be the last person on my friendslist to see it, but seen it I have (or at least, seven episodes handpicked by copinggoggles, ninepointfive, paranoidkitten and siriaeve, who has lovely shiny shoes.
Partiage: The pleasure of my company has been requested in such and such a place at such and such a time. Apparently, 20 bottles of wine and 2 kegs of beer will also be in attendance. Not to mention the rapidly disappearing Mysterious Naggin of Vodka. Which has already survived a remarkable number of parties. Ok, 2, but for a lowly naggin of vodka, that's pretty impressive. So yay. Pretty dresses and drinking is what 6th year is all about.
The Pre-Debs: A time honoured tradition wherein girls put on pretty dresses and drink. This year conveniently scheduled for my 18th. So going to be the best party ever. If only because we've been building it up for months.
College Applicationage: Done and dusted. Well, the Cambridge one at least. Despite the fact that I had to hack into the staff section of the UCAS website to do my Principal's job for her because she is a moron. Well, it wasn't so much with the hackage actually, because I had the password and I rang the Vice Principal to ask for permission first. But you know, it's the principle of the thing.
Art History: Possibly the coolest subject ever. The Impressionists rock my socks. Paintings are sexy. That is all.
Well, I hope this has been sufficiently void of any substance to keep those people who actually seem to read it happy. If not, I hope it at least makes a pretty pattern on your friends list.
So, on the agenda for this week we have:
1. Pimpage
Because you know Halloween is the coolest holiday ever.
2. Glotage
Sadly, I can not partake in the aforementioned event as I will be in ice-skating in Budapest (actually two cities: Buda and Pest). Not that I am going to Budapest to ice-skate, it just happens to be what I will be doing on Halloween night. There really was no point to this information other than to gloat. But I can do that, because I am D4 and we don't care what the plebes think!
3. Squeeage
Lots to squee about this week, notably:
Afterwards: being defaced as we speak. Only, not literally as we speak because I'm typing, not speaking and I can't scribble and type at the same time.
Firefly: I know, I must be the last person on my friendslist to see it, but seen it I have (or at least, seven episodes handpicked by copinggoggles, ninepointfive, paranoidkitten and siriaeve, who has lovely shiny shoes.
Partiage: The pleasure of my company has been requested in such and such a place at such and such a time. Apparently, 20 bottles of wine and 2 kegs of beer will also be in attendance. Not to mention the rapidly disappearing Mysterious Naggin of Vodka. Which has already survived a remarkable number of parties. Ok, 2, but for a lowly naggin of vodka, that's pretty impressive. So yay. Pretty dresses and drinking is what 6th year is all about.
The Pre-Debs: A time honoured tradition wherein girls put on pretty dresses and drink. This year conveniently scheduled for my 18th. So going to be the best party ever. If only because we've been building it up for months.
College Applicationage: Done and dusted. Well, the Cambridge one at least. Despite the fact that I had to hack into the staff section of the UCAS website to do my Principal's job for her because she is a moron. Well, it wasn't so much with the hackage actually, because I had the password and I rang the Vice Principal to ask for permission first. But you know, it's the principle of the thing.
Art History: Possibly the coolest subject ever. The Impressionists rock my socks. Paintings are sexy. That is all.
Well, I hope this has been sufficiently void of any substance to keep those people who actually seem to read it happy. If not, I hope it at least makes a pretty pattern on your friends list.