Lying Is The Most Fun A Woman Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off.
Written... yesterday (12th)...
Well, I stayed up really late last night studying, and I got up after a little sleep-in (unitl eight) to study.
Stayed home from school because, to quote my mother, "university is more important". Why argue? She's old... ish. So she's wise... ish.
...Right?
Managed to double my notes from the night before in the space of 2 hours.
By 11 o'clock, I had successfully met my day's study goal AND gone shopping for things for Saturday night.
Little Miss Organised?
I like to think so.
I miss being busy and organised like was did last year.
I always felt like I had my place, and that at the end of the day, I actually accomplished something.
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Chances are, by tomorrow morning, I'm going to have a black eye.
I was trying on my dress for Saturday with my shoes, weird undergarments and jewellery and my twat of a brother thought it'd be funny to slam the door into the side of my face as I was walking into the living room to spin around for mum.
Needless to say, Brett's in the crapper and I'm sitting here at my desk sulking in my room.
So girls (and you weird guys), for the sake of Saturday night, what's the best cover-up makeup? I don't own any, nor have I ever used it... so please help!
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And because I doubt any of you know or care enough to think about it, I'm asking you to take a stab at my top 5 favourite songs.
There's a lollipop in it for the person who gets the most (out of five).
Whole bloody bag of them if you get them all right.
Well, I stayed up really late last night studying, and I got up after a little sleep-in (unitl eight) to study.
Stayed home from school because, to quote my mother, "university is more important". Why argue? She's old... ish. So she's wise... ish.
...Right?
Managed to double my notes from the night before in the space of 2 hours.
By 11 o'clock, I had successfully met my day's study goal AND gone shopping for things for Saturday night.
Little Miss Organised?
I like to think so.
I miss being busy and organised like was did last year.
I always felt like I had my place, and that at the end of the day, I actually accomplished something.
---
Chances are, by tomorrow morning, I'm going to have a black eye.
I was trying on my dress for Saturday with my shoes, weird undergarments and jewellery and my twat of a brother thought it'd be funny to slam the door into the side of my face as I was walking into the living room to spin around for mum.
Needless to say, Brett's in the crapper and I'm sitting here at my desk sulking in my room.
So girls (and you weird guys), for the sake of Saturday night, what's the best cover-up makeup? I don't own any, nor have I ever used it... so please help!
---
And because I doubt any of you know or care enough to think about it, I'm asking you to take a stab at my top 5 favourite songs.
There's a lollipop in it for the person who gets the most (out of five).
Whole bloody bag of them if you get them all right.