Yesterday:

• I finished my 10 hour Art exam and walked home for an hour instead of catching the bus. Out of sheer exuberance.
• Held a bumblebee in my hand. It tried to eat me, and stuck little legs up at me in a self-defence position for bees. Like bee karate.
• Me and The Boyfriend went to the theatre to see One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, and, *shock horror* saw a science teacher mysteriously lurking around.
• Dad told me that he and Mami are "past the snogging stage". Which confirmed my belief.

Today I:

• Woke up blinded by the sun, and half-deafened by the all-singing, all-dancing budgie.
• Watched a pointless film in the hope that it might be vaguely exciting and not at all mind-numbing. I was wrong.
• Offered to make a lemon drizzle cake with my brother, just so I could lick out the bowl afterwards. And the spoons. And the mixers.
• Curled my hair painfully. I now have what look like little sausages of curlers and hair on my head. 18 of them.
• Joined some friends in being invisible. I've always wanted to be a fly on the wall.*shimmies invisibly*

I'm never going to be past the "snogging" stage. Not even when I'm 90. When I'm old, I won't be boring and cut my hair to the uniform length, and leave it the uniform white colour. Oh no. When I'm 90, my hair will be waist-length and dyed jet black, and I'll be seen around town fiercely kissing people (person?), to prove my libido WON'T shrivel up and die that easily. (Are you reading this? ;-)You'll have to keep up!)


Oh my God. Just found myself listening to Westlife and HUMMING ALONG. There is something very very wrong with me. Help me someone!

Or am I beyond help?