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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!