So, last night Connor wrote on my back and told me to check it in the mirror when I got home, this is what was there. It's kind of faded already since I slept with it there but now I don't want to shower because it will come off.
He's awfully cute.
It's pictures like this that make me question why anyone even speaks to me.
Going to see Connor, the other goon in the picture, soon. The thought of that makes me happy. Yep.
So, I had a completely and utterly fantastic birthday yesterday with Connor.
He bought me this bracelet and he also got me a JLS condom to make fun of my previous love for them...aye.
I'm in one of those perfect moods where it seems that nothing could ruin it. Yas.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.
Finally 18 and can actually buy my own alcohol. It's a good day.
Going out with Connor soon and I'm not going to lie, I'm worried about what he got me considering I've "not to open it infront of my mum."
The fear, it's there.
I hate showing my teeth when I smile.
So happy to be home. Being in England was possibly one of the most boring weeks of my life and I missed too many people.
Today has been a good wee first day home, I went for food with my friend Lee who I've not really seen for ages and now I'm going to go see Connor, give him the wee teddy I got him cause I'm a fag like that and possibly go to an empty. Yas.
In exactly two weeks I'll be 18, however I still look like I'm turning 15/16 so will most likely not get served even if I have ID. The troubles of being a baby-faced girl.
I don't want to go to England on Saturday. I'd much rather stay home.
Once I get back I shall maul @yousirareatwat as I have been missing her dearly recently. Fookin' exams and shit.
The children in my street are so loud. It angers me.
I just want it to be tomorrow so I can see Connor.
The weekend is taking too long to get here, probably because it will be great.
Gig on Friday, then a drink with one of my wee bestos at his on Saturday, then an 18th Saturday night? Oh aye. Hurry up and get here.
