On Wednesday me and my boif have been officially dating for a year. This is a huge deal for me, I’ve never liked anyone for this long before! He is da best. He has bought me a Totoro onsie, which I only discovered because I put a link on his Facebook asking him to buy me one for my birthday and he thought he was in a time warp because he got the same one for me the day before! I got him a really cool present off etsy, it won’t be here by the weekend though but oh well! I can just post it to him if it comes when he isn’t here.

Internship is totally draining my life. If I see another red shirt I will cry!

I sent my boyfriend nudes.

Of Ron Jeremy.
And then laughed hysterically with Saspot. Pike forever, party never. Winter blows. Can’t wait to move!

So I threw my Miley dress in the wash, because it is machine machine safe and all the other things I have made with iron on transfers have always survived. This one didn’t. I am pretty upset! Turns out officeworks sells shitty paper, I won’t buy it from there again. I’ll stick with getting it printed downstairs at school. So I have painted over the transfer with puff paint, I still have to do the puff process. It won’t look as good though and I am really annoyed about this. The fabric is from the op shop and I don’t think I have enough left to make another. But I’m going to make another that says “I’m Britney bitch”.

I do da hoe dowwwwn. Throw down.  

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So I know I haven’t been posting a whole bunch lately, and I’m soz. But internship is making me sleepy what with all the dressing like a bogan and battling public transport, becoming a pro a trams and seriously what the fuck is with Myki? I am so shit at “touching on/off” I feel like I am 80. My uncle has internet but not wireless so yeah. 

Tomorrow I will post a sneaky picture of my “Miley” dress for those who give a shit. It’s pretty hilarious. I’m hopefully having some pictures taken of me wearing it over the weekend for my facebook brand page so that is pretty shwoiiiit. 

Yeah. The end. Whaddup. Sick.  

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I start my internship tomorrow, I’m so nervous. I’m staying in Melbourne for the next few weeks at my uncles, his house is cool and he is my favourite!

MILEYYYYY. Doin da hoedown throwdown.

I am really drunk. I spent the last bit trying not to throw up on the astro turf.

They didn’t understand I was taking the piss, and thought I was dancing like a huss. But I was just exaggerating their behaviour. It kind of made it funnier. I was doubled up and couldn’t speak. But then it was all Charity and Jacksons arms saving me. Alice, Erin and MGR! It was like it used to be. Except I am really not used to holding in vomit anymore and just felt so sick!