So loverboy was released today, and put me into the HAPPIEST mood, I swear everything just felt so right and complete and I just felt really happy.
And then a lad that let me down so bad that it felt like he left a dint in my heart (obviously being dramatic, my heart is made of flesh, I know that) wrote to me after what? a month? telling me my last name is stupid.
Today felt like a really weird full of panic fun day. I woke up to help Mick but realized I felt really really sick and went back to bed. I slept until 4, I was really confused because Stephen had not woke me, the shed was built and my mam wasn't home.
I went to see Cathy Davy and then I babysat. Eventful
I'm really in the mood for pizza. But I still have to clean my room. It's a horrible day out but there's nothing unusual about that, summer in Ireland isn't much of a summer!
