Sleepovers and Australians-a brief insight

Hello. Again. I'm really excited. My bizarre life has taken another unexpected turn. I'm going to stay at Cambridge university! Which sounds almost as insane for a young teenager as it feels. I'm overly excited, but nervous too. Trust me to trip over or something in front of the most people at once. Oh well, fingers crossed. But you're probably wondering about the title, and if I'm going to relate it to the content of this post. I figure I probably should. A friend of mine, one of the ones that threw the party, invited me to her party. Her birthday was in December but we're all up for belated celebrations, especially when it means a chance to dress up. What can I say, my hormones are getting the better of me. Anyway, we went to quite a nice restaurant, although to my intense disappointment, the desert selection wasn't huge. (there were a choice of 2 sweets, or cheese. The brownie's were nice though) We had more estrogen than a charged up hen party, and I'm not sure the confined space was great for noise levels, but it was a real laugh. We went back to her house, and after a chick flick or so the burglar alarm went off. At 2am. That was OK though, since half of us were on a video chat to our host's Australian cousin, whilst the other half (including me) took advantage of the bathroom's under floor heating. Eventually we all got to sleep, then left the next morning, with half of us still in pj's. I got a lift back, and now I'm complaining about being trapped here to anyone who'll listen. There's nothing like hide and seek to remind you of freedom. Till next time! I'm hoping to get a hit counter so I know how many people have been on this, because I have no idea, by the way.