"Everytime we're down, you can make it right and that makes you larger than life."

Hello there. Long time, no write.

I think I've been writing these blogs for almost a year now. I was reading over some of them recently, and it seems so ridiculous to think that some of the things I was writing about happened a year ago. Scary.

Yesterday was the long awaited non-uniform day and school talent show.
I would actually love it if we were allowed to wear our normal clothes everyday, however if that was the case, I'd have to get up an hour earlier every day as I had to literally sprint to the busstop yesterday and was, therefore, on the verge of a heart attack when I got there.

The talent show was just as good as last year's, in my opinion, if not better. Whether or not this was because i was feeling slightly emotional about it being my last one I can't decide, nevertheless it was undoubtedly very very entertaining. Unlike past talent shows, I managed to get a "seat", if that's what you'd call it, where I don't have the pleasant view of three incredibly close ass cracks in my face and where there was actually more than an inch space at either side of me. We decided that we'd try to get sitting somewhere near the front of the stage, so that we would actually be able to identify the people we were applauding.

Ever since hearing lower 6th's rendition of the Backstreet Boys' "larger than life", I cannot get the song out of my head nor can I stop thinking about how fantastic boy bands once were and how good, cheesy boybands seem to have become extinct.

Last night, I went down to Nicola's for her 18th birthday party and, like always, fooled myself into thinking that dipping fruit into the chocolate fountain was justifiable, because it's healthy; maybe not smothered in a layer of chocolate and oil though. A real treat for the arteries I'm sure.
We all had a really really nice time and took some hilarious photos to capture the funny moments.

Afterwards, Caters and I went back to my house, feeling abosolutely exhausted and wanting to go to sleep. Our plan backfired though, and we decided instead to stay up to 3.15 talking in the kitchen, which wasn't such a clever idea, though it may have seemed it at the time. I then woke up this morning feeling rather ill and ended up not being able to go in to town with Caters, which was a bit annoying and made my day a bit uneventful to be honest, but c'est la vie.

I am now going to go watch some Strictly to be in awe of the people who actually do have coordination. Damn them.

'sta luego.
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