Yesterday I was at a party with my school mates (I managed to get to Sweden). I was the first to arrive - that's what you get if you dislike being late - and I do, so no real reason to complain, and still I think it's uncool to arrive first. I better start liking being late or ignore the fact that I am not cool.
When everyone had arrived we had a nice picnick on the lawn in backyard. A class mate had prepared a pie that made me loose my control: I ate at least half of it. It was utterly delicious. After eating we did some Sing Star karaoke and then went to a party at school. Then suddenly I became old and tired and decided it was time to go to sleep. The next day I was separately grateful for that decision.
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