I wish I could say things were slowing down, but I can only seem to find the accelerator 9no, I haven't had another car accident!).
Dad's birthday this weekend meant that this weekend was... well... hectic. 2 cakes, 2 restaurants and one trip to Wiltshire later, its all over and my Dad is now officially 55. I would like to stress that that does NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES mean that he has become all mature and dad-like. In fact, my dad asked for one gift for his birthday and that was, of course, Turbo (the kids' film about the racing snail).
What else has happened, I hear you ask (insert audio clip of a faint echo of 'what else has happened'). Well, not much apart from work, work, work! A 5000 word essay that has to be in for goodness-knows-when-but-its-this-week, another essay for psychology, useless maths work and some weird English project, all before this week's over! Fun timez with a 'z'. Oh yes, I went there.
I am pretty sure I'm 75% cake. I'm starting to worry, if I'm honest-I'm really not meant to be eating that much cake. You see the picture? Half of that cake was consumed by yours truly. And that, I'm positive, is not something that health experts and officials recommend that an 18-year-old student does. Don't forget that I had a whoopee pie, 1/4 of a chocolate cake, a cupcake and countless magnums on top of that. Thank goodness I don't really drink, or I'm pretty sure I'd be... um... not very well? Not in good shape? Y'know what, just think of your own consequence for that scenario. Or don't. Whatever you feel like, really... not trying to force you in to anything (*TANGENT ALERT*).
Well, wish me luck on my mountain of work! 'Til next time, over and out!
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