So, after two days of being completely uninspired to write anything... I'm still completely uninspired to write anything. Isn't it fascinating? However, this is not a habit I want to drop so I'm going to spend the next few minutes grasping at nonexistent straws as I think of what to write...
*now imagine a teenage girl grasping at invisible straws on her ceiling (now you have a lovely visual of what I'm like in my head right now)
You see, all my writing inspiration is gone. I've been drawing; but I can't seem to find anything to write about.
Lets just go with something basic, shall we? Photographs of New Years? Sure, why not? (shrugs)
Leaving my step-dad's unit to go and watch some 9 o'clock fireworks down at the foreshore, we felt the need to take a picture of our shoes. (We do that a lot, it seems) Would you like to know whose feet they are (you don't have much of a choice other than to click the close/back button, I'm going to say so anyway). Mama is the one with the purple thongs/flip-flops/jandals/insert preference here (I'm going to call them thongs), then you have Tasmin in the red Vans, Anna in the brown gladiator sandals, me in the yellow (!) ballet flats and little Eden in the orange canvases.
Me, dancing (while sitting down) whilst waiting for the sun to go down and fireworks to ensue. (As well as thoroughly embarrassing my family)
Me and Mama, still waiting for the sun to go down.
Told you we took to many pictures of our shoes.
Mackenzie. (He wasn't very happy, but look at the flashy lights!)
Anna and myself in the amazing flashy glasses.
Bowties are cool. (50 points if someone gets that)
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