By which I mean the two of you. You better be reading this stuff. This Wednesday was pretty much exactly the same as last wednesday, so there is still nothing which warrants my new word 'edacious'. Admittedly, it's not all that unheard of, but Andy Lovell, my volcabulary hero, reprised it from my twice removed memory, that being when you remember stuff, but you know you would never have remembered it again of your own accord. All this said though, I'm not too confident on Andy's use of the word vernacular, and I'm not afraid to challenge him their, despite his stature in the wordsmith heirachy.
Me and Ruth (mostly Ruth) made the cool lady who goes to friendship hour a guitar cake, becuase she accidentally asked us for one, and then apologised when she realised. Happily, however, she still took the cake.
I did windsurfing again today, and learnt to steer a little bit whilst moving. I'm in such a lathargic, water-clogged stupor that I keep forgetting what it was I was doing just an hour ago, but if was definetely windsurfing.
Whelp, sorry for the lack of excitment, you're worth more as my adoring fan base, but I'm tired and need beauty sleep for my big finale as 'GLD' tommorow. Hope to see you guys there. Preeeow.
P.S I finished this, and looked at some other blogs. Literally every other blog in existence apart from mine is stupidly boring, and google keeps giving me blogs about christianity, but only the lame kind. Probably becuase they hacked into my soul and scanned my religion with their demon cookies. But seriously, if all the other blogs are terrible, why isn't mine famous already? Does blogging slowly deteriorate you into an extreme of extrovert christianity, or the delusion that everyone cares about the most trivial of things in your life? I think I'm slipping towards the latter.
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