I Wanna Hear You Laugh Like You Really Mean It

Chloe's party was hilarious.

Having been unceremoniously dumped by the one and only Krizza, I then had to fend for myself costumewise. This meant drastic action: I would have to get out the Sewing Kit.

Armed with aforementioned Kit, I proceeded to rummage through my wardrobe, and my eyes fell upon (not literally) a pile of green material. And some sparkly silver material (supposed to be for curtains for my room). Due to my findings of these materials, it seemed obvious that I should go to this party as Sean Bean. No, I'm lying. Sorry. I did in fact go as Kris. Again I lie. I went for the cop out, and dressed as Tinkerbelle.

The party was alright, but made a MILLION times better by the joy that is Rupert. Thank the Lord for that boy and his tutu. He did look a tosser, but then he usually does, so that's okay.

Week at school was also alrighty, many essays returned, muck up day for les Year Elevensss, and studyleave starting yesterday. Fun.

And last night was the party de la Greg, where we accidently gave him graphic pornography for his birthday, raved for hours, got really wet feet, and generally had an interesting time. Thank ye, Greggle.

And now I cannot be bothered to blog any more. Suffice to say, I am bloody tired. Good night, chums.