I enjoyed today. I laughed a lot, and that is always a good thing.
I think I act too mature sometimes, I just need to let go; and as my mum said this morning, 'chill out.' My mum is going to New York next Friday to run the marathon. I'm going to a birthday dinner at Pizza Express for one of my friends next Friday too. I have no idea what to wear, and I still need to get her a present. I might go into the city tomorrow and buy her something, but I've just realised that most of the major high street shops' websites are unaffected by the postal strike, so I might get her some bangles from Topshop or somewhere. I have seen a lovely grey jersey blazer in the Topshop sale, reduced from £45 to £25. They have it in a 12, which may be too big, but probably not. Just need to convince mother that blazers aren't just for school (not that anyone in my school wears one anyway.) It's getting late and I'm rambling a bit, and the stupid internet keeps disconnecting. But since this is my proper writing blog, I'm going to keep writing. I like this boy, he has a lovely name & lovely hair, but one of my friends also like him. And I know if I told my best friend I like him, she would take the piss out of me because he is bisexual, and she is very homophobic. But it's not like he'd be interested in me anyway.
x.

this is going to be my main blog from now on.

i'm sick of tumblr & the way it's just like a big popularity contest.
night; xxx.

i miss tumblr.

i could charm the bees' knees off the bees.

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I wish wiping your slate clean in life was as easy as starting a new blog. I wish moving from this place was as easy as moving from tumblr to blogspot. I just wish everything was easier. I wish everything made more sense.