HOW TO COME UP WITH A BLOG TITLE WHEN YOU'RE STUCK/DANICA:
1. Listen to your favourite song on repeat
2. Google the lyrics
3. Find the one line which has no relevance to your blog post
4. Type it into the title box
5. Publish
6. Cry at the disorderly nature of your blog post
7. Repeat steps 1-6
5. Publish
6. Cry at the disorderly nature of your blog post
7. Repeat steps 1-6
Speaking of songs, I am in lo0o0ove with David Guetta's Just One Last Time featuring Taped Rai and I don't care what anyone says. David Guetta has good music too!!!! (this is to you, Jamie. you have shit taste in music???)
So the other day was Santosh's Surprise "S" Party and I came as a star.
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| Wonky star woo (hi lisa) |
As if you couldn't tell that I was a star. Look at my left eye. The outline is of a star. Star starts with 'S'. The theme of the party was to dress up as anything starting with an 'S'. I have no hope left in those who've asked if I was Ke$ha/Lady Gaga. (Everyone)
Okay, fine, to be honest, I was more Ke$ha/Lady Gaga than a star, but I still had fun getting glitter in my eye, attempting to blink it out (while looking like I was having an epileptic seizure) then getting more in during the process. This would then repeat itself. You'd think that past experiences would make me wiser but clearly that was not the case. The thing is, I've done this once before, with a lightning bolt over one eye as a failed attempt to dress up as Storm from X-Men, but that ended with silver eyeliner all over my face and clothes and everybody which was a bad experience why do i never learn geez Danica.
Anyway, at Santosh's, I would rub at my eye and glitter would be lodged under my nail. The star would end up disconfigured and the end result was gold glitter around my eye, smudged to the point where the corners and edges disappeared and the star became a circle. And circle does not start with an 'S'.
I finally got a chance to hang out with Diem, and it was one of my favourite parts of the night. I feel as though since high school ended, all I've done is sleep in until 2 in the afternoon, work, eat Hershey kisses and cry over the upcoming ATAR and interview result releases (to Diem, I know you said not to mention it but i can't stop!! It is driving me crazy). This actually takes up most of my time since my days have dramatically decreased from seventeen hour days to just over ten. Some may feel as though I'm wasting precious time but I am just making up for the sleep that I've lost to the HSC.
Actually, I'm going to sleep. I don't have enough brain power to put my thoughts into words.
Anyway, at Santosh's, I would rub at my eye and glitter would be lodged under my nail. The star would end up disconfigured and the end result was gold glitter around my eye, smudged to the point where the corners and edges disappeared and the star became a circle. And circle does not start with an 'S'.
I finally got a chance to hang out with Diem, and it was one of my favourite parts of the night. I feel as though since high school ended, all I've done is sleep in until 2 in the afternoon, work, eat Hershey kisses and cry over the upcoming ATAR and interview result releases (to Diem, I know you said not to mention it but i can't stop!! It is driving me crazy). This actually takes up most of my time since my days have dramatically decreased from seventeen hour days to just over ten. Some may feel as though I'm wasting precious time but I am just making up for the sleep that I've lost to the HSC.
Actually, I'm going to sleep. I don't have enough brain power to put my thoughts into words.
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