FFFFFFFFFFFFF-
I'm so.....unsure. Shouldn't do this anymore....

My babyboy Maverick has to be put down. I broke down in tears on the phone to my mum. He's just a wee cat. He's so ill though. But he's always seemed ok. Spritely even. But it's not fair. To keep him alive when he can't eat properly.
All I want is to give him a big hug and a kiss before he goes. Fucking fuck being in Glasgow.
And I feel atrocious for making my mum cry on the phone because I cried myself. Silly girl. But it's not just a case of a cat, he's been Our Cat for 14 or 15 years. He's family. He's also a sweetheart. He's survived so much, he's been run over twice. I was starting to think he was indestructible.

I do not want to love you anymore. Hurts too much. Please stop please stop please stop doing what you do.
The end.

Indian, without a doubt. Mmmmm korma.

E. M. Forsters 'A Room with a View'. Because it's beautiful and wonderful and glorious and everything a good book should be.

'where does sarah palin come from'
'alaska'
'would you?'


Thankyou, thankyou, I'll be here all week.


(yes I stole it from HIGNFY, yes it's terrible, and YES I laughed like a fool, must be in that kind of a mood)

The only thing to look forward to at the moment....
Seasick Steve next Tuesday.

For anyone who didn't know, I have a job now at the weekends. It's at Debenhams so thankfully a step up from Primark (but then anything would be). It's very busy and there's a lot to remember so I'm not yet at the point where I spend Friday afternoon in anything less than an advanced state of trepidation. I'm terrified of screwing anything up, especially as its food so customers can get pretty annoyed if they don't get exactly what they paid for. So far though I haven't managed to do anything too drastic and I haven't broken any plates! The hardest thing for me to master is the barista duties because I don't drink coffee so I don't really understand it, and all the different options available. People are especially picky about coffee, which I don't get. It's such a convoluted and deliberately obtuse drink. Just have a nice pot of tea, it's so much more civilised!
I've been reading a lot of fashion magazines and such recently, such as Vogue and Elle (well I've been reading Vogue for a while actually, but at the start it was just for the pretty pictures- more on that to follow). I'm starting to think if things had been different, for example I'd been a bit more arty, it would have been quite an interesting industry to go into. But who know's, maybe it could still be in the future...? Bound to be something I could do within it with a media degree!

Oh yes, and back to Vogue, I used a few days to make a big heap of origami cranes from advert pages, back a few months ago  which I strung up from my bedroom ceiling above my bed for an interesting little decor feature. I love it, but it can be a bit jumpy to wake up half drunk of a morning and see them all twirling above you :D

post a picture in my comments of what you think describes me when you think about what/who i am.

give no written explanation though. just an image.

copy and paste into your own journal and see what others think about you in pictures!

..today is a good day I think.
My loan finally came through so I am no longer 1500 squids overdrawn.
It's been sunny and lovely.
I'm going horse riding tonight!
In light of that I bought some rather sexual new jodhpurs and gloves. (Purple, so they'll clash most brilliantly with my hair, wooh :D)
Also bought some gorgeous pjs and slippers from Topshop (oh how I love thee!) The slippers are all fluffy and cosy and the pjs are a lovely blue colour with a lion on the front. Leo's unite!

I'm so happy. Tonight is gonna be amazing.
Gonna take my camera an see if I can get some piccies to put on here.
laters xxx

Today I have been mostly hanging around libraries, has been quite a nice day on the whole. Was supposed to meet Alison but she slept through her alarm so I went into town anyway and took a book back to uni, then walked to the big public library in town (which is huuge, a proper library with reading rooms and everything, its like my Mecca). There I got a little bit lost looking for the book I wanted but eventually managed to find a computer with the library index on it. I was looking for a book on horse riding as I have joined the University horse riding society and wanted to refresh my memory with all the horsey things I used to know.
Sent a package home with some nice wee goodies for MJ&C, hope they like it :D
Then I went to starbucks and got me some yummy hot chocolate and some toast and realised that horse riding must be like riding a bike because most of what I read in the book I could remember. Waheyyy.
Really excited now about going to do it, its been too long since I was last on a horse. Was never really very good at it, not competition standard or anything but I enjoyed the fresh air and its a nice social hobby. Mum is hopefully going to send my old jodphur boots and chaps and my hat up, but I will have to find some jodphurs and gloves somewhere cheap, might look on ebay, if not Robinsons will be taking all my money (!).


Also my headphones have broken (not bad as I have had these ones for a couple of years and I do use them pretty much ever day). And I've decided if I can't have a pair like these:


Then my life will not be worth living. Or something.
Well they are pretty...
Hopefully I should be hearing back from the library soon about the job. Really, really, want itttttt! And they did say two weeks or so. Fingers still firmly crossed eh?

Anyways, that's me updated for now. Do expect an entry soon all about retrofest, I know I'm well behind with that, but it will be done! Pictures and everything. Promise.
xxxxxx


P.s. I have the most major scrubs addiction going on. I think I need help.

Well, whilst I can't be arsed to write my own, there was one in an episode of 'My Family' which made me piss myself with laughter. Maybe its just the way Robert Lindsay says it. By golly he's an excellent actor.
Anyways it goes a little something like this: 'Enclosed is cheque/You bleed me dry/Stop it. (Janie has gone to university and keeps sending requests home for money).

Well I like it!

"…and suddenly your mind can no longer support the notion of a whole world full of life and objects and fellow-humans. The very idea of a universe appears monstrous and you become unable to participate. What on earth does that tree think it is up to? Why is that heap of gravel sitting there so patiently? What am I doing, staring out a window? Why are all these molecules of glass hanging together so as to allow me to look through them? The moment passes, of course, and we return to the proper realm of our dull thoughts and our duller newspapers: in less than a second we are part of the world again, ready to be irritated into apoplexy by the stupidity of a government minister or lured into caring about some asinine new movement in conceptual art; once again we become a part of the great compost heap.”
Stephen Fry. The hippopotamus.

The more I read, the more I wish I could just spend the rest of my life doing so.

At the moment I'm working my way through a series of books I read religiously when I was younger and dug out again when I was home. There are twelve books in the series, I have 11 with one currently on its way from ebay. The books are about a girl called Jinny who moves to the Scottish highlands with her family, and yes, as anyone who knows me might guess, they are pony books.
But unlike most pony books full of frightfully well to do middle class children, hooray henries and people who speak like they swallowed the 1930s, these ones are different because Jinny and the spiderweb of characters who surround her are just so vivid. They are full of mythical and spiritual storylines which give them a timeless feel even though they were all written in the 70s and 80s. One of the characters particularly, Ken, is just so perfect it shocks me to find someone like him in what is supposed to be a childrens book. On the face of it his character could easily have become a stereotype; a bit of a hippy, vegetarian, long hair etc. But on the page he really comes alive.

I'm also trying to track down a copy of 'A Book of Dreams' by Peter Reich, which is proving intensely tricky to find. All the ones on Ebay are going for ridiculous prices. Damnit.

Going to the cinema tonight to see Hulk. And I'm going to behave impeccably. I am.

I first got a Livejournal back in the day when you still needed to enter a code. Zaya gave me the code from her account and girlsnotgrey888 was born. I have since gone back and read through this journal and nearly wept at the hysteria of it. Also the godawful typing. I'm so glad I learnt to type in mainly logical sentences.
I got an account because it was felt that I needed somewhere to let out all that teenage angst. I don't think it really helped though, just gave me a soapbox from which to shout it.

I'm sitting here listening to Radio 3 and munching thoughtfully on prawn crackers.
It hits me. Right here, right now, in this very second I am a happy person. Overwhelmingly, high five, hug the next person I see, happy. I think I'm having some kind of epiphany or a happy-hormone boost. I'm going to make another cup of tea and send some more emails.
And how are YOU today? Yes you! Leave me a comment, I promise, on this day of all days, that you will get a reply.


And yes, now uni is over and I'm back in Glasgow with nothing much whatsoever to do, I promise I am going, I AM GOING, to update this journal as often as I possibly can, even if its short and nonsensical, like this post.

Stop. Children.

Tony (holding the sign): Stop!
Paul (stopping): Oh!
Tony (pointing to sign): Can't you read?
Paul: I can read, yeah.
Tony: What's it say?
Paul: It says "Stop, Children."
Tony: Yeah, that's right!
Paul: I'm 34! (walks past Tony)



I am still here. Just, yanno, been busy.
Watching Whose Line...:D

Tis now only a month till the Hay Festival. The more time goes on, and the more I read about it, the more excited I get. I've been literally devouring every word I can find on the subject, as well as regularly checking the Steward group on facebook. It sounds like its going to be such a fantastic experience. Everyone I've spoken to about it so far has been so friendly, including Jan, one of the people in charge of looking after and organising stewards. She's been very helpful with information and tips and I'm looking forward to meeting her and thanking her in person.
And of course I'm looking forward simply to going home. My summer is going to be so long this year, lord only knows what I'm going to do with all that time. After I've been home I'm coming back up here for a week or two, then I'm going to go visit Dad for a week, but after that I've nothing really until like the end of August and retrofest. I'm debating what to do for my birthday, and I think I'll probably come home. This year I'm 20, and also it'll be the 08/08/08 and it's the day the Chinese Olympics begin. I think thats pretty blimmin fantastic personally and calls for a big celebration. But if I do go home, will there be anyone about to party with?
Humm.
Gonna have a party at my flat on Saturday hopefully. Needs to be done. Celebrate the end of second year.
Blimey, end of second year, can you believe? I'm nearly halfway through university. Yoik.

I'm fully aware I've been severely neglecting this journal recently, and as ever, I promise to try and update more often. I know you miss my pointless little whingings, right?
Hah.
Bye x

EEK. I just did a random word count on my essay and I have precisely 666 words.
Scareh.



(proper post coming soon, I promise.)

Its MEEEEEEEEE


SWEEEEEEET

Why do people think that an opportunity upon the internet to express their opinion is an opportunity to be goddamn rude without any reasonable grounding for their behaviour.
Goddamn superiority complex.

The new airwaves advert is ridiculously stupid.
How many ways can there BE to make gum seem more exciting.
It has no kick, no magic inside, its just a chewy substance that swiftly loses its frankly weak flavour and gets tougher the more you chew it.

OMGWTFBBQ new BBC homepage.
You can't DO this to ME. I r so confused. It's too early for such a change.


I love you BBC, but honestly, a warning?





In other news....The Mighty Boosh.

No. Just...No.

And before you write an angry comment saying 'oh mah loooord you just dont understand the wit and sophistication of their commehdie'.....There is NOTHING wrong with my sense of humour.
Okay?

The guy on the uSwitch adverts has the biggest mouth in the WOOORLD. I swear.
Whenever that advert comes on I have to mute it because it get stuck in my head for hours afterwards otherwise. A bit like the themetune to Mona the fricking vampire. Urgh.
But I still find myself transfixed by the gaping black hole of doom.
The adverts on Dave seriously scrape the barrel dudes.

Oh dear, just saw Ryan Stiles on a PLAYSKOOL advert.
You disappoint me, oh comic genius.

On Monday we're going to go and watch Juno after class. I'm kinda worried that I'll hate it. I watched the Oscars round table with James McAvoy, Angelina Jolie, uh, some other folk, and Ellen Page, and she was just so insincere and crawly and awful. Every time she opened her mouth I wanted to slap her because it was sure she'd say something which at first seems very smart and deep, but on closer inspection is actually a vacuous hole of emptiness. I know she's not been around that long so hasn't had the time to craft beautifully phrased answers to every question, but she seems to have had enough time to get extremely big headed about her own questionable talent.

Oh well, so long as the film is good. Gonna have to spend the week ignoring any reviews and humming a lot :p


Today has been, other than the usual precipitation, a very good day. Had video production meeting and I came up with the brilliant BEYOND brilliant idea to do a road trip race challenge thing in the style of Top Gear. Obsession much? But it'll be fun, much more fun than doing say, a documentary on strippers, especially in a group with 6 girls and one gay man.  At the moment we're stuck between racing from Glasgow to Edinburgh or doing two simultaneously - Dundee to Edinburgh and Berwick-upon-Tweed to Edinburgh.
The best part though, is that I'm the producer/director so I'm going to buy a beret, a chair with my name on, start smoking Galoises and speaking with a vaguely french accent.
Living the cliché baybee.

I am of course kidding, I'd never be so traitorous as to adopt a french accent :p



Biggest news of all today in the world of Kayleigh the FRICKING genius is that I have passed Marketing with a grand score of 62%. I am happy. Very happy. That exam was rubbish, but I must've done some damn good guesswork (it was multiple choice). So YAY. So I celebrated by putting up my swish new coffee table, which is properly gorgeous, and huge so I can fit all the stuff on it that I just HAVE TO HAVE to hand. And I can read a paper on it without the edges falling off and the whole thing getting muddled. I love the glass bit in the middle, it looks like a desk or something. I might get some battery powered fairy lights to fix underneath. Glowy excellence.
Just realised this is the longest entry I've posted in like half a year.
I hope you're satisfied!!!!



P.S To the gang in Birmingham, I'm currently wrapped up in my bedspread. Seriously, you have no idea how much I love this thing. Thanks again!!!
P.P.S Love you mum!

http://www.cardewclub.com/acatalog/CardewClub_com_Six_Cup_Teapot_711.html
WANT IT.

GRR.
I'm really seriously looking for nice ways to make my flat cosy and nice. It feels really cold and blank at the moment. Been scouring ourbedrooms for ideas. Its a really nice community, but WHY is it imperative that one must have a typewriter, polaroids and white furniture?
Everyone on there has very....hmm....its just all very obvious.

I want a nice new coffee table, and I want rid of that ugly fire in my living room that doesn't even work. But then I'd have to have something else to put in its place.

Might go to the barras market this week and have a nosey about. Sure to be some interesting stuff there right?

Why does it have to be 'coffee table'.
Why can't it be 'tea table'.
I don't like coffee.
And of course then with the nice shiny alliteration.
Makes far more sense to me.

I want to be happy and married.
The two do not always cancel each other out.
I want to live in a house in the country with flowers climbing all over it and a bath with legs. I want a horde of cats who curl up next to the cooker in little marmalade bundles.
As for a job, which I think this question is really asking about...I really don't know, but I don't want to work in an office, and I really don't want to be a commuter.

oh flibb ertigibbety rargh rargh zomg stupid oscars.

No nomination for James McAvoy or Kiera Knightley!!!????

 

 

OOOH. Best picture nom for atonement tho.

*fingers crossed*

No country for old men and there will be blood both look AWFUL anyway.

P.S. I'm sure Juno is a good film, it looks good, but I CANT STAND Ellen Page. I watched an interview with her and she was all *superlative* *superlative* crawly crawly suck up smarmy nasty little spoilt girl. 

WHY DIDN'T JAMES MCAVOY GET NOMINATED FOR BEST ACTOR

GODAMNIT

I want more livejournal friends. All I seem to read on my friends page is communities. 

 Watching Qi on Dave at the moment. John Sessions has dark curly hair. Now I know my onions, and I'm sure on the series 1 DVD he has grey hair.
Just for Men much?

trying something new
sweet potato chips. Yum
We gonna EAT tonight.

 By the end of 2008, I solemnly swear to posess every film Johnny Depp has ever been in. 
Because, why not?

I can't assure you of the reliability of this article, it IS from the Daily Fascist, but if it is true, its pretty darn lovely.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/showbiz/showbiznews.html?in_article_id=508227&in_page_id=1773&in_page_id=1773&ct=5%22&expand=true

I bet that guy has disgustingly smelly feet or a third nipple or something, I mean he can't be 100% PERFECT. Can he?

Someone in my building is moving out, or having all their furniture repossessed. Oh please please please can it be the people upstairs. That would be HEAVEN. She's hoovering again. Grr.

I love my MUM. She bought lots of yummy food from Tesco and now I can make nice food. Last night I made Spinach, cheese and potato soup. It was gorgeous. I wish I made more. 

Also yesterday my package with all my christmas presents arrived. Hoorah. Big thanks again to Judith & Chris and the gang; the throw looks beautiful on my bed and I LOVE the colour.

I have some swanky new etnies. Tramped up and down town on monday looking for a nice pair, then he suggested Cult, and I bought the first pair I bought. They're quite unusual looking, but I like that. And at least they aren't PINK like all the other pairs seem to be these days. They're black, purple and turquoise :D

It's sunny here today, can you believe??? I hear a lot of the country is all flooded at the mo. That's gutting. I bet it's well cold out tho here. 
Exams are over now, I really am totally unsure how I did. I didn't like them this semester though. Big silly failure. :(

I'm reading a whole bunch of spiderman that Aaron lent me at the moment. Tis most excellente. Broadening my knowledge. W00p. 

Went out on friday, was a realy good night. Ended up in an 80's club requesting hell of a lot of music and dancing like a maniac. Good times.

Ok, I know this entry is mainly a list. Haha. I'm still disjointed. Expect better entries soon, I have plenty of free time.

WHOOOOOOOO WHO WHO exactly eagerly anticipates Little Miss Jocelyn exactly? Cause thats how this 'new' series was just announced. I'd like to meet them so I can beat them with large objects until they scream for mercy and promise to stop watching terrible pointless comedy. Why do the BBC even bother recommissioning this horse dung? They're running low on cash aren't they? Could've saved themselves a packet by sending Jocelyn whatserface back to the dole queue. I've more talent in my ear than she has in her entire body.

Because I have my America-bashing stick out; I'm fed up of hearing about the US election already and it's not even November yet. I vote the BBC should only talk about it when something has actually happened.

Writers of America.
Pay attention now.
Stop being such a bunch of trade unionists, get back to your air conditioned feng shui'd offices, write your drivel and shut the hell up.
You're not even proper writers. Crack a book sometimes. Jeez.

 I am seriously thinking about conducting research into the many different ways people on the internet try to convey their amusement by suggesting the mouthful of beverage they just supplied themselves with has been deposited on the screen/desk/keyboard. What is it with this phenomena? Are people who are unable to keep their mouth shut when having a bit of a titter considered more attractive by the opposite sex? Is it like being honest and admitting to having broken a glass in the hope someone will see this display of strong personality traits and suddenly find the person utterly ravishing?

Clearly I need to brush up on my beverage spitting skills.

Yes, I am aware that I've been posting a lot of disjointed short posts recently. But at least I am posting. I just have a very short disjointed brain at the moment. 

Nigel Tufnel: The numbers all go to eleven. Look, right across the board, eleven, eleven, eleven and...
Marty DiBergi: Oh, I see. And most amps go up to ten?
Nigel Tufnel: Exactly.
Marty DiBergi: Does that mean it's louder? Is it any louder?
Nigel Tufnel: Well, it's one louder, isn't it? It's not ten. You see, most blokes, you know, will be playing at ten. You're on ten here, all the way up, all the way up, all the way up, you're on ten on your guitar. Where can you go from there? Where?
Marty DiBergi: I don't know.
Nigel Tufnel: Nowhere. Exactly. What we do is, if we need that extra push over the cliff, you know what we do?
Marty DiBergi: Put it up to eleven.
Nigel Tufnel: Eleven. Exactly. One louder.
Marty DiBergi: Why don't you just make ten louder and make ten be the top number and make that a little louder?
Nigel Tufnel: [pause] These go to eleven. 


In honour of the BBC iPlayer, which is not only made of WIN, but has a volume control that goes up to 11, for when 10 just isn't enough...

 "These are the things that we won't do. We won't be together so long that we forget how we got together in the first place, and it doesn't matter, not to us or to anybody else. We won't go to bed in the afternoon on the strength of a smile across the room. We won't exchange our life's stories, or feel pangs of jealousy when we talk about old lovers. We won't get enough memories of our own to see us through the bad times. We won't read something in the paper and want to ring each other up just to talk about it. We won't go dancing and embarrass everybody but ourselves. We won't ever argue. We won't ever make up. We won't ever get to know each other so well that we take each other for granted. And we won't ever share a fish supper."

Go to the Wikipedia home page and click random article. That is your band's name.
Click random article again; that is your album name.
Click random article 10 more times; those are the tracks on your album.

Band Name: Elizabeth Hartley

Album Name: Honau, Switzerland

Track List:
1. Wool
2. Starks
3. Danna Vale
4. Kenojuak Ashevak
5. Physalis angulata
6. Plan Baton Rouge
7. Pride
8. Levada
9. General Slangenburg
10. The Billion Dollar Molecule

Quite clearly the next big thing :p. Probably rather scene with carefully styled hair. Guaranteed to fade away painfully.

...this is the best book ever ever that I have read. In fact I read it twice in a row. 

And you should read it too.
That is all.

A fact I'm sure most of you are aware of, but why won't someone tell my mum??
And Tim Henman isn't going to win...he'll maybe get to the semi's, but it goes no further.
AAAANYWAY, on to the entry, eh.
So you may or may not know that I am currently residing back in Hereford, I've been back for two weeks, travel back up to Glasgow on Thursday when I believe Allison has a gig on at the Cathouse. Should be good.
Been relatively busy since I've been back, seen many people, including  Letty, Zay-Zay, Olly, Nat and Kris. Had an awesome night out at Mannies (a rare occurence indeed) the first friday I was back, wore my AWESOME platformy type shoes out and got lots of compliments which was cooelle. Also managed to stay upright all night, so I was impressed with me :D
Have seen my nan, and am going out again with them tomorrow for a drive about and probably will go to Rhayder or Aber, that'll be nice. 
Last Tuesday night we went out for a chinese to the Hum-Ming Garden, its was gorgeous, and we had spectacular entertainment laid on too, in the form of the HEUGE storm which battered most of the country I believe. Anyway, from where I sat I could see all the lightning and it made the power go off a bit, and the months worth of rainfall  that fell in about half an hour flooded the driveway of the restaurant to about a foot deep. Absolutely mad weather by the way isn't it? Our garden, which is pretty damn clay-ish is all flooded up with a huge puddle at the end. The ground is so bogged down and the wind has been so heavy one of our apple trees is starting to fall over. This is a real shame as the apples from that tree are Granny Smiths, and really rather tasty. It's also a darn beautiful tree in the spring because it gets so covered in blossom. 
Yesterday, sunday, we got up early and took the train to Cardiff to go to the Doctor Who exhibition there. It was most definately supreme and awesome, I spent a good few minutes drooling over Christopher Ecclestones leather jacket, whilst my mum did the same with Ten-Inch's pinstripes and converse and Charlie with Billie Pipers hoodie and jeans. We are a family of Who-fans. :D Other exhibits included many of the monsters and evil things from The last few series'. Got the fright of my life when I turned a corner to find the Ood lurking there, all tentacles and glowing killer ball. 
Shame the Angels from Blink were living statues, would've been absolutely awesome if they'd had one or two there. Fuck it in fact, they should make them out of stone to sell in the giftshop. I'd have one in my garden for sure.
When I have a garden that is.
We then took a stroll down to Cardiff Bay, which you see a lot of on Who, its where they land the TARDIS in Boom Town to drain up energy from the rift and find Margaret Slitheen. We saw the restaurant where they're sat near the beginning when Nine see's Margaret on the front of the newspaper.
I was very impressed with the whole Cardiff Bay 'thang'. I mean it was only a regular old Sunday, but there were events including BMX and Skate displays and a GIANT temporary water tank which small children could canoe in and music and stalls. It was sunny and there were familys everywhere enjoying themselves. Pretty good all in all, specially when the morning news told us to expect nasty showers and high winds. Just shows it doesn't matter how fancy your graphics are, you still need to get the facts right.
We got a bendy bus back into the city centre and went to the Hard Rock Cafe for lunch. God it was yummy, we all got massive heaped up plates, mum had ribs, but it should have been 'whole ribcage'. Kudos to her though, she managed to scoff the lot, guess they were too tasty to waste, eh. Have to say I had the nicest damn veggie burger of my life, and I'm quite the connoisseur now you know. 
Of course, it being the HRC, just had to get myself a t-shirt, whatsmore it's pink, but I loved the design so much I didn't care, and it looks ok :D
Mum desperately wanted some flip flops to ease her aching feet (daft woman wore walking boots, with thinning socks, so they rubbed her poor toes. We went into the Tackky Maxx, which wasn't all that tacky, probly the least tacky Maxx I've ever been in to be fair. Had a look round the dresses and found a lovely one by Uttam which is a gorgeous flowery hippy pattern with a flattering neckline and big Stevie Nicks style sleeves. Its lovely lovely gorgeous and will be superb for the summer when it arrives. 
Next Wednesday (the 4th) I'll jumping on a coach for another 8 hour journey across to Derry. I am looking forward to this so much I want to jump around. That weekend is Oxegen festival, my FIRST festival and what a superb event it looks to be. Loads of great acts including Amy Winehouse, Mika, Muse, Bright Eyes, Rufus Wainwright and Tori Amos. Have been glued to Glasto this week cause many of the same acts were there, so I could get an idea of what I was in for.
Hopefully I won't have to spend the weekend in a mudpit, but what the ho, if I do, I'll live. I'm going to buy a poncho and borrow some wellies. I can't wait to see Aaron again. God I really can't. I've already told him I'm going to hug him in two. He's in Barcelona at the moment, lucky sod. Been keeping in regular text contact though. He's so sweet :D
Going to be there for two weeks during which it's also Aarons birthday on the 15th, have found him so cute wee pressies, whch I hope will turn up before I leave. I think we're going to go camping at Culdaff or something else like that which will be awesome. Camping on the beach is love.
OK, I'm aware I'm probly cutting this entry short, but I've realised how late it's getting and I plan on getting up early tomorrow. So off to bed with me for a bit of beauty sleep.
Night people xxxx