Go.

So, I'm just being a good innocent little girl, sitting upstairs doing my homework. (You believe me right? Didn't think so) When I heard my Grandma call.
Grandma- "Kripa, you've got a postcard!"
Suddenly my heart jumped. I don't know if it's just me, but I get REALLY excited when I get mail, in case it's like a 50% discount card for Louis Vuitton or D&G, or.. you get the point right?
I crash the laptop lid down really hard (twss.. jewkhysbnkwqanwlasmfiejms,dfnq ahah no) and run full speed down the stairs. I wish I could show you how fast I was. But I can't so who cares. Then my Grandma gives me a black postcard. On the back, it says: "Our world, Our choice" and I'm thinking, this sounds extrememly familiar, it's not funny..
So I turn the card around and my face literally looks like this ==;
Dear whomever it may concern,
High resolves was an enjoyable experience and has helped me aspire to be a better leader in the future. I am looking forward to doing High Resolves in Term 3.
-Kripa K.
Firstly, this is like a century old... why are they sending it to me NOW? Secondly, I wrote it to THEM not myself. Getting a postcard from myself just makes me seem desperate. Did anyone else get this?
But, truly High Resolves was pretty fun. I can't wait to do it again. No sarcasm intended. I almost cried when they told us about the Holocaust.
M- agnificent
I- diotic
C- haotic
H- en
A- nd
E-el
L- icker
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C- us he's COOL 8)

Anyway, I don't even know WHY I'm posting again today. What can I say.. I'm bored. I should really reincarnate my old blog, but I can't be bothered. So, here's a formal apology to Viv and Daniel.. especially Vivian, for spamming her blog. If you would like me to gtfo, I will kindly do so. Actually, no prophanities here at "A part of us", so let me rephrase; If you would like me to go, I will kindly do so. Go. Get it? GO = Get out? and also.. GO like go ? Oh dear I'm hilarious.
Love you byee xx
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