This was an attempt to watch Pirates which failed terrifically and ended with us watching Dylan Dog instead. I felt so brave I didn't flinch at all 8D whereas Beatrice was shrieking and grabbing onto my arm for dear life and Andre let go a loud stream of profanities. I wish I could watch more horror/pseudo-horror shows on the big screen but no one likes horror shows much anymore. )O:

Later that night I slept over at Wei Ying's place and we watched Men in Tights and Easy A and had lots of food which made my tummy ache but I felt very happy gorging so it was alright. In the above photo we were dancing GROOVING LIKE MASTA DANCA SHAWTY FIRE BURNING ON THE DANCE FLOOR to Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Beddingfield cause we were trying to emulate Emma Stone in Easy A but that didn't work out too well so I started doing star jumps.

Being the early riser I was (and also because Gladys and Mwasa wanted to go for the ENTIRELY USELESS scholarship fair thingabobby in the morning) I left her house at like.. 8 in the morning and flew home and outta the house again to meet them. Damo who is lamo came late (because he is lame). So late we headed straight for lunch upon his arrival and bullied him into treating us to lunch. ^^
The perks of being short and not getting cut out of photos!
Sunday was entirely fun and full of laughter but I felt fat because everyone but me lost weight after Nationals I GAINED A BABY WHALE'S WORTH OF FAT IN WEIGHT )O: AND WHILE WALLOWING IN FAT PUDDLES OF SELF FAT PITY I BOUGHT A DOUBLE SCOOP ICE CREAM FROM BEN AND JERRY'S AND PAID THE LADY $8.90 IN COINS. FAT COINS. CAUSE EVERYTHING I TOUCH BECOMES FAT. LIKE ME.

I shall now attempt to write a haiku about being fat.

I am a fat girl.

Cardiovascular Disease.

Fat girl died AMEN.