Yesterday I failed my third driving test. I only got 6 minors and 1 serious, for hesitating on a roundabout. Gloomy, gloomy times.
I have decided not to tell anyone when my next test is, as having to text all friends and family to let them know I've failed for a fourth time is not something I feel like doing. Again.
The interview with the little boy that is in Madame Butterfly is coming up. It will be odd interviewing a 6 year old, I hope his mother intervenes so that I am saved from talking about bugs and spaghetti. Because that is what 6 year olds talk about...isn't it?
Tonight we're all going out and I can't wait because I havn't been out in God knows how long and I need to dance. I have requested the Macarena from the DJ, everyone has moaned but I know for a fact that if they actually played it, people would dance. Oh yes, they would dance.
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