WOMAD!
so I'm at my dad's house for three weeks. It's five hours away from my normal home and I don't know anyone here.
Tomorrow I start work as a journalist. I am going to interview some special people from the army and then write articles about them which are going to be published in the local newspaper and in a newletter thing but I don't remember what it's called. The only really cool bit is that I'm working with Terry who is the best adult I've ever met. That will make it fun.
Hey also I'm a non smoker. According to Nicorette I'm not allowed to call myself an ex-smoker that is deprived. I'm getting more used to the idea of quitting it's just that I find it difficult to think about going home and not smoking especially at this time of night. Hmmm. I tried to buy some special mints today from CO-OP whilst my dad and stepmum were out cycling but you had to be 21. It made me angry. It's ridiculous. It's legal to smoke at 16 but when you want to stop you have to be 21!?
I cried into my dad today, he didn't understand why I was crying I don't think. It was nice though. I don't really cry...
Hopefully my boyfriend will come and save me in two weeks. That would be great. I think I'll show him the beach.
There is this singer called Frank Hamilton and he has a song called You, Your Cat & Me. It's my favorite song at the moment.
