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Weekend Bliss

Or is it Blues?

I have a long hectic potentially jam packed weekend ahead of me. Nothing that I'm looking forward to very much in fact. Or am I?

I don't know. I've been virtually strapped into my seat for the last eight hours. Surviving on an orange. And because I know you won't tell anyone, a burger and fries from McDonald's, but before you judge me that was approximately four hours.

I've got a big night ahead of me too. A pseudo communion celebration for my cousin (don't ask!), a night out on the town celebration courtesy my friend's 21st birthday, a trip to college tomorrow to retrieve leaving certificate which I applied for sometime in May and since then have been too lazy to collect and transcripts. Another wedding I really don't want to go for in the evening, but which my Mum has coerced me into going for because I'm the youngest in the family. I'd much rather go play some volleyball and take out my frustrations by smashing the ball into someone's face.

Sunday, thus far seems pretty free, 'cept for the evening which is when I have to go for another communion.

Why did I say I liked December?
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Anonymous said…
Oh....December a season for communions :) I remember I got mine on the 7th. By the way what does pseudo communion party mean? You know I miss India for all the weddings and parties I cant attend :( So go have fun girl!
13 December 2008 at 04:25
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