Louise:
Our peanut butter and jam cake did not go to plan. We measured out the flour, and by we I mean Noor did as I stood nearby eating carrots and houmous, and then there was not enough butter. So James won by default. Damn.
I haven’t really anything to say. After that blog I wrote whilst in my free, when I could have been doing better things like practicing Transfiguration or going to Hogsmeade, there really isn’t anything I can say that looks somewhat intelligent and meaningful and like something people would want to read. I haven’t got anything to complain about, I have everything to smile about, and a lot of revision to do, but hello that can be done tomorrow when I am hungover and poor.
So I’m basically going to bombard you with pictures that speak a thousand words.
There was also vast amounts of alcohol, two barbeques, a pack of playing cards, a Playstation 2, John Tucker Must Die, new dresses, Owen’s hat, witty comments, my new jacket, lots of money spent, laughter, phone calls, appreciation of unlimited texting, a cake battle, a courgette, tea and coffee, pork-chop sandwiches (I refrained from eating one), Jack Daniels and lemonade, my new phone, and the realisation of how big I actually am.
Dang.
