So I just finished the essay. It's a world of bad, but it'll do. I just have to proof read it and do the referencing. That will take me about 2 hours, stupid footnotes. Give me in-text referencing any day!
Nan just called and we've settled on a date we can all spread Nonno's ashes - November 9th. Now that it's finally coming and we have all agreed we can do it, I kind of don't want to do it at all now... But anyway, I apparently have to go down there for the 21st of Louisa Russo's daughter. All I remember about her is that we played together a couple of times at Mrs. Russo's house and I didn't like her very much, but BOY did she used to have a crush on Dan. It still makes me giggle. But I hate going to parties where I don't know anyone except my family. That's if Daniel and Jonas go, but they're good at making friends. Me, I'm not a mingler. I'm a hang-out-with-the-olds-and-try-not-to-be-seen-er. Maybe I can convince Rachel or someone to come with. But then they'll want to know where the boyfriend is. See? I don't like this dealing with people you've known forever crap. I know the older generation - Mrs. Russo, Nan's best friend, and her kids who are all middle-aged, but I don't know their kids.
Too much hard work.
In other news, the HUGE mosquito bites from Saturday night have stopped swelling and itching and are now red welts just bigger than the size of a 10c piece. Actually, they kind of resemble hickeys (how teenaged of me!), although they're on my legs. Awkward. And the one on my left ankle had actually become a purplish, quite large bruise. Which, you know, is great seeing as I'm supposed to be going to the races in two weeks' time and will be wearing a dress (which I am yet to look for/have money for). Unfortunately, the dress will probably be knee-length, and the bites are on my calves. HOT.
In other news, I want this bag. But it's US$30 and it's an uncertain financial climate!!