Muck Up

Well, I was meant to continue the Grad post but I ceebs now, mostly what had to be said was said anyway.

Yesterday was Muck-Up/Dress-Up day, I (with the help of my mum) had sewn my Mami Tomoe of Madoka Magica costume a few weeks ago, last minute added the straps the night before. It wasn’t perfectly to the image and I’m sure hardcore cosplayers and fans would slaughter me for that, but it was as close as I could get in this already stressful time anyway.

The weather was cold and rainy, my worst enemy LOL. I actually really like dress up a lot so I didn’t think Muck-Up day was that shitty, but most people didn’t like it. Understandably so— besides the weather, the co-ords were really tight about what we could/could not do due to a few little pranks. That kind of sucked because I wanted to invade my brother and my year 11 friends classes. :c

However, just for the fact I got to finally cosplay I can tick that right off my list of things to do before I like, die.

Anyway, for me, that was photo taking day since I actually brought my camera. But I accidentally uploaded everything in crappy quality. I’ll reupload soon I guess.

After Muck-Up, Shoo and I took the bus home. We live basically next door to each other (well, short walk down) so we get to hang out quite a bit. She came over to my house to chill a bit away from the cold, and we decided to make up for the crappy day by taking more photos LOL. She realised she forgot to take her keys anyway and stayed at mine for a while.

After she left I did basically nothing except one practice exam for methods, Heffenem or Hefferman or whatever it is. The easy one.

To ease myself into studying again.

Today was Shirt Signing Day, where everyone signs each others shirts and year books, goes to Final Assembly and gets sad. Haha, I know Calene probably reads my blog the most and has heard me say this a billion times now, but I am sad to be leaving. I didn’t cry but I could feel this funny feeling in my chest; in my heart, that sort of feels scared and amazed. I don’t want to grow up.

Peoples messages were sweet, I particularly love the messages that were more personal; people I have made memories with. Lucky though, it is not goodbye forever. It is goodbye to school but that doesn’t mean it’s goodbye to all my friends. Still, so sad.

Breakfast tomorrow morning.
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