Friday evening: I come back from coaching trampolining and I get ready to go out for a meal with some of my best friends. I put on all the new clothes I brought in London and did my make up as well as I could and got my Mum to drive me. I arrived at my friend'd house, rang the doorbell and as I walked into the sitting room I heard a massive, "SURPRISE!" and loads of my friends from school, boys and girls were in my best friend's sitting room chorusing happy birthday with embarrassing pictures of me growing up on the walls. It was insane and all I could think was to hug my best friend and I almost cried it was all so lovely. It was a brilliant night as well with everyone dancing and eating pizza and laughing. It was amazing. Have I said that? Well... It was. This made me realise that my friends, especially my best friend is truly AMAZING and I am completely in her debt for giving me such a brilliant night. I opened my gifts from all my friends and they were all lovely though I did get a lot of chocolate and food. They know my greediness so well.
Saturday: I had eaten too much bread. I woke up feeling grotty. And bleh. My hair felt horrible. I felt horrible. I told Mum and actually felt really sad. And instead of her telling me I was silly which is sort of what I was telling myself she took me upstairs and she washed my hair over the sink and then conditioned it really nicely and straightened it. (I have mass loads of uncontrollable curls all over my head.) She applied some make up and helped me pick a nice outfit and then at four o'clock another friend of mine picked me up and drove me to London for an Olly Murs concert. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3EG4olrFjY) watch it and full in love! He was absolutely amazing, amazing live. BRILLIANT. FABULOUS. AAH. It was such a great evening again and I even brought an over priced shirt with his face on it, which I am in fact wearing now to write this blog. He looks pretty nice.
Sunday: I woke up at my friends house and my Dad then picked me up and took me home. I opened all my gifts from my family and I got loads of clothes and a kindle! I also received Season 11 of Family Guy from one of my brothers which I cannot wait to have a marathon of. I got John Green's "A Fault in Our Stars," finally. I'm 102 pages in and I think I love Hazel. Also my other brother got me a book on how to get into American Universities from the UK. Then me, my Mum and my Dad wend out and ate our body weight in Thai food. Can I still use amazing to describe this? Or will you get annoyed?
So I'm 15 now. So old and mature. Which means I'm going to spend my time reading about Hazel in Amsterdam and watch the BAFTA's. Wohoo!
Sorry this wasn't funny. I'm having a mouth operation and I'm nervous. How was your weekend? I love you all for reading. Yep. LOVE.
Ooh I have to go. Daniel Radcliffe is on my screen. YAY.