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Feel the Beat from the Tambourine
April 25, 2004, 11:14 p.m. It was Budgie’s twenty-first birthday last night, held at Beecroft Bowling Club. That’s bowling as in lawn bowls. My ride and I were discussing beforehand what exactly we expected of the club, and I said I expected a picture of the Queen, and some hideous carpet. I got both; I felt so special. It was a great party, with lots of friends, food and dancing. Yes, I danced. In my defence, I was in the perfect outfit for dancing – long flow-y denim skirt, long-sleeved off-the-shoulder black top, red-and-yellow sash tied around my hips. My dancing style consists mainly of hip-swivelling action in time to the beat. I was very gypsy-like when I took off my trashy shoes. I cried a bit during the speeches, and had an all-round good time.  Ugh. I could really use a massage. My back is killing me – about half-way through my shift yesterday, I started getting pain in my lower back, and all my hip-dancing last night hasn’t really helped. I should really go to bed – I didn’t get to sleep till 5am last night, and we got up at about 9:30 this morning. I also have to finish cleaning my room tomorrow, and write a 1000 word essay. There’s probably heaps of other shit I have to do as well. Ugh.
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