Entry #2

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I'm just waiting for some questions to come my way so I can answer them. Until then, let's start the party!

So, just the other day, I was comparing myself to a normal person. I'm not saying normal is bad or anything.

How a normal person get's ready for bed:

(In no particular order)

● Wash face

● Brush teeth.

● Put on onesie (I'm not sure if that's how you spell it) - or whatever you wear before going to bed.

And blah blah blah, you know the rest.

How I get ready for bed:

(In no particular order)

● Wash face.

● Brush teeth.

● Put on onesie. Or whatever I like to wear before going to bed

● But then it takes me another half an hour to look for fluffy socks.

I literally cannot sleep without wearing fluffy socks.

Here's a snippet of one of my hunts for my fluffy socks one night.

Me: *searches everywhere for fluffy socks - can't find them anywhere* MUM! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!

Mum: *runs into my room* What happened? Who's dead?

Me: I CAN'T FIND MY FLUFFY SOCKS!

Mum: Oh. That's the emergency? Did you check your sock drawer?

Me: *opens sock drawer and finds fluffy socks* Oh, so that's where they were! Thanks mum!

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I have a ton other comparisons but we gotta move on.

Highlight of the day - getting my toe bruised D: (do NOT ask)

Beauty tip: I really like the hairstyle above - in the media (that's not my head by the way) So you guys could check that out.

I'm also going to start book reviews on here. As well as my advice column and if you guys want anything else just comment below.

Just some reminders for next time:

Want your book reviewed? Ask me.

Want advice? Ask me.

Want more tips and stuff? Ask me.

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That's actually it for today. I know this was a short entry but hopefully I'll have some questions to which I can give advice to and some books which I can review.

Happiness can be found in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light. - Albus Dumbledore.

I LOVE quoting stuff!

That's it for now guys!

Bye. See you later. *whispers: this is the part where you run away*

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