trace_of_scarlet: Red ink-pen (Edna wins!)
Backdated (i.e. typed in MS Word) because my father for some reason decided to switch the wifi off before I could get to it.

Am pretty! Have pretty hair still, and had pretty makeup and pretty jewellery and gorgeous dress. Being chief bridesmaid odd job, but good fun. Alas, will not have pretty (professionally done! JOY) hair (with peekaboo fringe! Rather like, but not for allthetime) much longer, as need to take pins out and, y’know, actually sleep now. Am impressed with the way hairstyle (a little bit curled, a little bit sleek, more than a little bit PRETTY) has held out, although it was probably helped by the half a can of hairspray the hairstylist used on it. And pins.

Am pretty drunk – you would not believe the number of typos I’m making typing this. Thank God for spellcheck. Would leave typos as they are, but am not too drunk to notb notice the red lines and retype until I get the right thing.

Mmmm, free bar. Drank a ridiculous amount of Pimms (five or six glasses in half an hour), rather a lot of Jack Daniel’s and lemonade (er, three or four doubles? Ish), one Jack Daniel’s and coke (dunno if double or not – it was bought for me so I necked it, as you do) and three double Southern Comforts and lemonades (they taste like Refreshers!). Mmm.

Well. Was free bar. Would have been rude not to indulge, amIrite? More corridors should have bars in them.

I kissed a boy and I liked it. Dunno what’ll happen there, but am not overly bothered either way. Shall see.

Definitely drunk. My brain is intriguingly fuzzy and my vision weird. My balance and movement even weirder, and by my standards that’s saying something. Sleeping now. Au revoir pretty hair. D: (Though I might leave the pins in and see if I can sleep with it that way.)

Night!
trace_of_scarlet: Red ink-pen (Adolescence alters reality)
I am eighteen in ONE HOUR, yo. (Born about half-midnight, I think.) I shall be legal! And technically an adult, but pfft. I have no intention of ever being 'adult' or 'grown up', whatever the hell that means. Maturity is boring.

I told Mum this morning about what Dad said last night. She agreed that he was out of line and spoke to him while I was in Cardiff. He denies absolutely ever saying it, and I dunno but what the hell, believing him is easier and happier and their realising I was upset about it means we're back to normal happy family again, so yay. I never believed that he actually meant it, anyway- but it wasn't very nice. But I'm perfectly happy to believe he didn't say it, so what the hell.

Successfully sneaked into the Cardiff Uni Open Day, happily. It was pretty awesome, and I am definitely applying, possibly with it as first or second choice. *<3s Cardiff in general* Especially as Tasha's applying there too, with it as her first choice.

I am probably meeting Amy and Kate in London on Tuesday, which is made of awesome. Kenovay, and anyone else, want to turn up? You may have to survive chavvish girl who's going with me, but she's not that bad and I daresay Aimee will find a boy (or indeed a girl) to go off with instead. Assuming I get enough money tomorrow, may go to London a week Saturday too, to see Lauren and peoples. Millifolk, y'all rock. *group snugs*

Well, I'm off. See ya on the flipside, guys.
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I NEED Friday. Am clinging on to my sanity and my consciousness by my fingertips. Would have updated earlier, but got into school too late. And would be a longer update, but Dad's bitching.

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