HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMIE SON!
A tiring trip back from Parra. I actually survived the 24 minute drive to and back without my music. Hate the radio, i swear, they play the gayest songs. It was 'tax man' (i think), omg, turned me COMPLETELY off.
Suppose to buy a new bag, but i ended up with a new pencil case instead. Stupid Winnie/Lynda; decided to keep my kangeroo. Well good for them, now i must renew my stationary. Spotted Tracey and her T-rex family at the lifts. Accidentally yelled out to her a bit too loud, earning myself a few awkward glances. Kinda forgot we weren't at school --'
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