Lots has happened.
Here's the story.
I have cream soda in my hair.
Tonight, my friend punched me in the face because she thought it was a vagina. Just thought I'd get that little gem out of the way.
Since I last spoke to you lovely readers, I completed my fifty minute presentation with flying colours. Now I'm working on changing it into a 3,500 word essay form. There's enough work talk for today.
It was interesting. Our friend Rob told us about the 'Yes Man' weekend, so we plagiarised him. 'Yes Man' weekend is where we have to do anything that is asked of us, with a few rules added. These are;
-No extravagant spending (even though I bought a holiday to Cornwall)
- No nudity (even though I had to walk around with my trousers down to my ankles)
We didn't do anything majorly major, as we were not asked to do anything of that nature. Therefore it was a good introduction to the 'Yes Man' weekend.
Little things we had to do:
-Go to Hendre Hall in the middle of someone's birthday bash
-Lick someone's face
-Lick someone's toe
-Lick a wall and after crawling down some stairs
-Dress up in wet suits and venture down to Lidl in them
-Dress in each other's clothes
- Shout some distasteful stuff
-Aaaaaaaand the above things next to the rules.
For the nest 'Yes Man', I want to do extravagant things, like ride a pigeon, or dress as a clown whilst going to the bank. That would make for a good book.
Here is something that I have just realized: I have got an amazing group of friends at the moment. They make my laugh all the time, they understand my humour, they look after me, supply me with hugs, listen to me and talk to me. But why can't I remember this at crucial moments? It makes sense to me.
NOTE TO SELF: Stop being boring.