Theoratical

I passed the second theory test for my Secret Project Australia today.

I used the term "theory test" loosely because technically, there's no theory to it.

But since it's not exactly a practical test either, I didn't know what else to call it.

Maybe we should call it a "theoratical" test.

(Spelled intentionally as "theoratical" instead of "theoretical".)

Like the hybrid of theory and practical?

Oh I can be so lame at times!

*Slams forehead*

Anyway, I passed.

And don't ask me how, because I have no idea.

I guess it was sheer dumb luck, since I honestly didn't have a clue what I was doing!

But hey, I ain't complaining since I don't have to re-do it again. I grabbed the results and ran out of there as quickly as I could before the officer changed his mind. Haha.

I went to meet Wen in the city, and we ended up having lunch at this ridiculously-bad Malaysian restaurant to celebrate my small achievement. :|

I then, for some reason, suggested that we should walk all the way back to her apartment in South Melbourne because I was determined to burn off the extra pounds I piled on from all the binging.

That was at least, like, 50 blocks in my new 3.5-inch heels!

I had to spend the rest of the afternoon soaking my feet at her apartment before we could head out for dinner near Chadstone.

The Korean restaurant was far from interesting and the food was so crappy that the most fun we had all night was from trying to spot the spelling errors on the menu.

Which was, um, not few.

(Hence the paranoia about my spelling of "theoratical" above. Haha.)

So it was a day of nay for sub-standard food, but yay for passing the test.

Or yay for brisk walking, but nay for doing so in high heels.