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My bedroom, she is becarpet!
...ted. tet? Hmm.
Yes, after making do with floorboards and dusty rugs for a couple of years, I have soft, warm carpet. If I wish, I can lie down on my floor without the risk of splinters! It looks all clean!
Yesterday we did the IKEA shop that my Mum likes, which started with eating at the incredibly efficient food hall thing and ended with me literally wedged into the back seat with a bed, a wardrobe, a rolled up carpet, two mattresses and a sack of random stuff. I could neither sit nor lie properly, and the carpet roll ensured that I reclined in a painfully twisted position. For two and a half hours. The sense of accomplishment was enormous, I tell you that. Today promises to be more relaxing - going to meet up with friends and see the new Pirates. Arr!
Breakfast today reminded me of a weird thing - I used to hate fried eggs. Hate them, and now I love the things. It was a really sudden change that makes me think my body is screaming PROTEIN! PROTEIN, WOMAN! I was aware I was weedy, but really. On the other hand, my mother hs taken to telling me how much weight I've put on, which translates in my head as: 'Daughter, you are getting fat.'
Which I'm not. But I'm a teenage girl! Don't tell a teenage girl that, she will interpret it that way! On the plus side, possibly I can go around asking people if my bum looks big in this.
Finally, I appear to be in love with my new deoderant-stuff. It's like wax, and smells of patchouli, and mmm. Lush drains a hole in my pocket, it really does.
...ted. tet? Hmm.
Yes, after making do with floorboards and dusty rugs for a couple of years, I have soft, warm carpet. If I wish, I can lie down on my floor without the risk of splinters! It looks all clean!
Yesterday we did the IKEA shop that my Mum likes, which started with eating at the incredibly efficient food hall thing and ended with me literally wedged into the back seat with a bed, a wardrobe, a rolled up carpet, two mattresses and a sack of random stuff. I could neither sit nor lie properly, and the carpet roll ensured that I reclined in a painfully twisted position. For two and a half hours. The sense of accomplishment was enormous, I tell you that. Today promises to be more relaxing - going to meet up with friends and see the new Pirates. Arr!
Breakfast today reminded me of a weird thing - I used to hate fried eggs. Hate them, and now I love the things. It was a really sudden change that makes me think my body is screaming PROTEIN! PROTEIN, WOMAN! I was aware I was weedy, but really. On the other hand, my mother hs taken to telling me how much weight I've put on, which translates in my head as: 'Daughter, you are getting fat.'
Which I'm not. But I'm a teenage girl! Don't tell a teenage girl that, she will interpret it that way! On the plus side, possibly I can go around asking people if my bum looks big in this.
Finally, I appear to be in love with my new deoderant-stuff. It's like wax, and smells of patchouli, and mmm. Lush drains a hole in my pocket, it really does.