No, you're the loveliest!

This weekend predominantly, was nice! Bike fitness was strangely enjoyable because the weather was pleasant and Rachael and I sung songs from Repo. Also, I am definitely getting better at actually riding ! Everybody shout hooray!

Then it got awful for a bit during the house auction but, from a selfless point of view, I suppose selling the house was  a positive. Ugh.

My uncle's party was enjoyable! Teagan and I were semi-reclusive for a while, but that's alright because we watched Hairspray and talked about Ke$ha.
Then when we went out, I experienced the most fun I'd ever had dancing. I know I've said it so many times in the last few days, but I really do adore my family's parties.

Sunday house chapel I had anticipated to be awful,  but really it was fine. It was more than fine actually because we got to see Tash and that makes me really happy. We also saw Goldy being cute with his family. No biggie.

THE FIRST TIME I WROTE THAT, INSTEAD OF 'his family' IT SAID 'guacamole' SO IT WAS LIKE
'Goldy being cute with guacamole' 
And I laughed really hard.

Uh anyway, I went to my dad's house and we all ate surprisingly pleasant pizza hut and watched 'Bill and Ted's'
You may be a king or a little street sweeper, but sooner or later you'll dance with the reaper.

Oh and then fun times at Camille's house were in order! That was so excellently nice and relaxing I cannot express it into words. There was Paprika everywhere and we spent an hour and a half doing sleep related activities. I also did my maths which was nice. 

Last night skyping Frani, I put her through the semi-hell that was looking through just about every photo of my childhood. I was so incredibly impressed with myself, however it also brought me to ponder over why I even have friends.

Afterwards, I brushed my teeth in my room because I was scared of the ghost in the bathroom mirror. What of it?

I ended up having some really nice conversations with multiple people last night, and then one confronting one. 

My mother walked in at about midnight which was sufficiently awkward because she pulled the whole 'Is your computer in your bed?' thing and I had to blatantly lie when it was so clear that it was. Oh well, this morning she seemed to have forgotten about it.

Right now I look ugly and feel tired and have pain in my mouth because of these fucking train tracks and I want to go up the back to sit with Rachael and co. but I'm frightened. Yeah.

And so that's pretty much the end. I'm sorry if you read all of that expecting a nice story or some kind of moral when really, I was just relaying a mundane weekend. Oh well. You can bite me. Or I could say something more aggressive sounding. Good bye!