Friday, November 11, 2005

A lift to the formal

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Here’s the problem: the formal is in six-or-so days and I don’t know how I’ll get there. My car used to make feeble whining sounds when I tried to start it as if it were in the last throes of an agonising death, and now it just stays silent. Is there anyone who can drive my sister and me (or failing that, just me since my sister has no problem getting lifts) to wherever in the back of Bourke the formal is being held? I’d muchly appreciate it and write sonnets for you and everything.

Also, today was my first day of no High School, but I didn’t burn my notes like I said I would. I’ll burn them either tomorrow or next week and show you all some lovely pictures of the tall flames.

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