Charlie Past.: For everything else, there's mastercard

Well, this weekend has been interesting to say the least. Monday was started off at eight o'clock, my annoying alarm bleeping at me, saying "C'mon, up time! London soon!" I managed to get to the station for ten to eleven, getting on the eleven o'clock train. The ticket guy came through half-way through the train journey and didn't even notice me; this was fine by me, as I was reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and didn't want to stop reading, thank you very much.

I got to London without trouble, although I was waiting for about ten minutes for Gremlin. She was dying of heat in her barely-there dress, and I was sure my spine was shrinking from my bag; so we made a pit-stop at her hotel-like-four-story-house. "Bloody hell" I thought, Ron-Weasley style (Yes, I've been reading too much Harry Potter). After changing into the shoes of win which ate my feet (Which're now in my vair messy bedroom), we traipsed around Camden for goodness knows how long, waiting for the BrokeNCYDE gig to start.

Needless to say, the gig was win; Gremlin got her leg signed by Mr Nice Mohawk and MC Cripz; the latter of which would've gladly had her in the sack, I know it. But, of course, that day came to an end and the Tuesday passed just as quickly. Wednesday was bleak, and Thursday was depressing. It was my 16th birthday, and I opened my presents on my own, only to have Hannah call for me at ten to nine, so we could go to school and get our GSCE results. Blah, blah, blah, yadda yadda...

Saturday. Otherwise known as "Yesterday" or "The day Misa and Pie made out... a lot."
Cut short, I had a birthday picnic; Alice in Wonderland style. I was "modern" Alice, with baggy jeans, blonde wig and black shirt. We all looked awesome dressed up, as you will see in the pictures below. Much banter went on, mainly in the way of a one-way food fight (Apparently, not even flying pork pies could distract Misa and I from one another). The fact Misa took a liking to my neck is still physically obvious, in the form of a rather cute love-bite. Yes, I think love-bites are sexy/cute/hawt, so sue me.