Church Grad

Sooo, church grad was fabby. My Bible is super-duper exciting. Seriously, it is gorgey. And leathery-good and colourful and thinly page-ed and silver edge-ed and changeable and personalized and wonderful. And apparently people didn't actually think I looked hideous in my grad apparel, but I can honestly say that to myself I look like the most hideous person in the world. Well...almost. I mean, I shudder at myself but if people can honestly look at me without shuddering (or suppressing a shudder) themselves then that's good and much more than I could ever have hoped for. So, now I have to go take my dress to the seamstress to de-strapify and shrink it at the top cuz frankly, that was too loose for comfort. Mom suggested kleenex but I don't think I want to do that. The tape did help, but it was too uncomfy for me. :S
Da, did you mention something about...a movie, or something yesterday, for tomorrow? Cuz that'd be so fabby. And my sentence structures kicks butt. Cuz it's bad. Therefore it kicks butt...yes, my logic is perfect.
Anywhom I shall go now. So have a fabby time until next! Yes, next! :D