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Tequila and wine should not be mixed

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Apparently I am not the kind of cluber girl. Maybe the fact that my parents are the only ones going out with me doesn’t help either. Or maybe it’s just me.
Point is, it women’s day and I am stuck on a bench in a crowded club full of smoke and drunken women singing Like a virgin. Having the time of my life. Not quite. The barman is literally the only acceptable figure to stare at, and I can’t even glance at him because a group of dancing parents are blocking my view.
It’s funny, cause when I am sitting at home, all I can think of is that I don’t have any kind if social life, that I should go out more.
And now I am here, and someone is playing Tina Turner really loud and women are suddenly very, very independent. Simply the best, they say.
Damn the stupid claustrophobia, not letting a girl have a little fun.

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Meretricious…and a happy New Year!

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MERRY CHRISTMAS, PEOPLE!!

My favourite holiday of the year has come. Finally. And will be gone soon. This one day of 25 December seems to last the least of all, doesn’t it? And to make it as long as I can, I have spent it at home, laying around, doing sort of a movie marathon. Because, I doubt there is a better way of spending Christmas Day if not watch Love Actually with your whole family, right? What more could you want? You have Snape, John Watson, Mr. Bean and Mr. Darcy packed up in one adorable romantic comedy. Not to mention, Hugh Grant comes as a bonus.
Finally, I dragged my mother to watch Small Island with me and convinced my dad to watch The tale of Desperaux.
So my day has been…rather prolific I could say. Three more days listening to Christmas carols and then..puff. It’s gone. Christmas is over as soon as it started.

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Another normal evening

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This has been a most weird afternoon. With Christmas approaching and all that, my mom decided to invite all relatives. With all their small, hyperactive, screaming kids. And of course, I had to babysit. Hurray. Thanks to “Jungle Book” and “Pirates of the Caribbean” my work was much easier and I could finish The Hobbit in silence.
Occasionally I was interrupted, of course.
Firstly, I had to open the presents. A turquoise pullover, two sizes smaller ( people tend to forget that I actually do grow up while they don’t see me ) with something in its pockets ( please be money, please be money). A bracelet, which is surprisingly pretty. Then of course, some odd smelly candles which I will probably never use.
Then of course, answer all questions.

What grade are you in?
Do you have a boyfriend yet?
Oh, you play the piano? Sing us something.
How is high school?
Are you the first one in your class?

After everyone ate enough ( do you notice how relatives always seem to be getting fatter every time you see them?)
they started singing karaoke. And not any song. Andrea fucking Bocelli.
At least, the cherry pie was delicious.

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