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So, get a tent and fill it with alcohol.

That is roughly how much I drank last night.

It was definatly probably worth it.

Anyway when I woke up it was the most disgusting day ever, but once again I escaped the hangover. So I'm actually fine apart from being amazingly tired.
Also, I have come to find that whenever my Dad picks me up from a particularly trying sleepover he likes to take me shopping in Waitrose. He drove to Waitrose, dragged me inside and as he was putting bottles of something into the trolley he realised he'd forgotten his wallet.

'Luckily' I had money with me so I spent the better part of £40 on bread and ham and other pointless things.

My Dad was in a very strange mood. He said it was because he was overtired. While we were driving back to Pewsey, his shoes made a 'hilarious' squeaking noise on the brake pedal because they were wet.

He said it was like there was a tiny squeaky animal under the pedal and then laughed and punched my arm and then nearly killed us when he flinched at a leaf hitting the windshield.

He asked me if I had fun at J's. I have no idea. People keep telling me things I did but it's like they're telling me a story from someone else's life.

I said 'Yeah it was fun', then he launched into a lecture about universities and how I wear too much eyeliner and how I'll never get a boyfriend if I always look like a panda (I think pandas are cute).

I said 'Sara and SMBx are back together' and he said 'WHAT?! When did this happen?' and I said 'well me and Sara tried it on and SMBx realised how jealous she was thus realising what a good couple they are'.

The car swerved a considerable amount at this point.