Some days, you just know you’re looking good.

There’s really not much to say about last night. We ate at Art. I devoured a beef medallion with fries sans vegetables.

Confidence shone through last night. Highest level of scandalous suggestions, compliments and marriage proposals to date, felt nice.

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Emilia had an unquestionably gorgeous dark lip color.

Then we drove in the party van to Qué Pasa… yet again.

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We had heard that they were not letting anyone from the Swedish school in. So some degree of worry was among us.

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But of course we got in, because we know the staff and managers. But I felt sorry for the rest of the school who froze outside at times. Jameson and Cuba Libres. Remixes of Teenage Crime and Levels.

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A nice, subtle evening.

Some drama with fighting and whatnot. I stayed out of it. And then after some girl-talk, I slept in Emilia’s room. And I SLEPT. My theory is affirmed! At the moment – I need to sleep next-to someone I feel safe with in order to enter sandman. Come to think of it, I remember having this problem when I was younger as well. Not being able to sleep and then asking mom to hold me. I then went to sleep in a matter of seconds and then she went to her bedroom when I fell asleep.

I should have people just hanging out in my room until I fall asleep. Or get Jojjo to bring me my giant Pooh Bear bear to cuddle up with. Oooh she’s coming in three weeks!

Excitement.

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