I finally bought my formal dress three days ago with Connie (Oh my gosh, we ate salad. Haha) at Liverpool and bought heels, a clutch bag and necklace at Burwood and Campsie (Both HOLES!) with my mum two or so days ago. That concluded my final formal shopping experience and thank goodness for that. Everyone makes such a big deal out of things of such low priority and consequently makes me feel nervous and anxious for no notable reason.

Well yeah, the Canterbury Boys' formal was yesterday. Nothing special happened; just sat/walked around, took photos, ate and started talking, people started stealing and dancing with other peoples' partners (Oh, and getting other peoples' numbers and email addresses. Haha). I lost count of the number of people who asked others "Do you want to make your partner jealous?" LOL. The high levels of confidence in some people were extremely hilarious. Good for them, I say.

Afterwards, I got attacked by water by a 'driver-by' (Oh, some people can be oh so sweet) and met up with Danny, Sidney and Sean at Strathfield. We went to Cador (Mmm, banana milkshakes) and then karaoke with a few beers (Was planning to go to the liqour store but it closed on us). I was so sleepy and dead tired but SOMEONE forced me to sing (never really happened). I noticed 'guy conversations' are based wholly upon the opposite sex (Not complaining. Girls are the same). Got driven home before 2:30 (So early, I know).

Oh, and in preparation for this event, I went to the hairdressers and she gave me the worst wavy hair ever. What's the point of showing me an example from the catalogue if you're going to do something completely different? So I wasted $25 and went to another place to get it fixed for $15. Oh, and whilst I was coming home with lunch for my family, some person smashed their car into my back bumper and then another car bumped into the car that bumped mine. We got out and exchanged details and the FREAKING ARABKUNT WITH BUSHY HAIRS ON HIS CHEST blamed everything on me. BITCH, just cause I have my P's and because I'm a younger driver doesn't mean I can't speak for myself. I argued back and he ended up saying "I don't know" and said nothing further. YEAH, that's right. STFU fugly terrorist! He tried to avoid giving me his license. DICKHEAD. No matter what the reason, if you hit my back, it's your FRIGGIN fault. Gosh, talk about STUPID F_CKED UP adults these days.

Well yeah, that was my day : )