On Thursday I got up super early and got a train to London, then a bus to Glasgow.

Ate Pizza Hut with Debbie and Mhairi, which ended in Debbie writing Mhazz's number on a napkin in a green crayon and intending to give it to the cute waiter serving us.

Friday consisted of Absence, Vodka and lemonade, speaking Scottish, red rizla and "fuuuucccckkkk yooooouuuuuu"

Saturday we went into the city to eat, then went to John Cox's flat and posted an injoke to the internet. Then we went back to Mhairi's and went on BlogTv.

Sunday we just hung out at Mhazz's and then went and ate and said goodbye to Tom and Liam.

We watched Russell Howard, and the listened to The Beatles on the way to the bus station, which was lovely. Then I got on a bus and went home.

Earlier I raided my brother's room for all his Beatles CD's. Now i'm sitting here listening to them. I never realized how good they were, but a few days with Mhazz has corrected my ignorance.

The last few days have been fun.

Yseterday I sat on a bus for nine hours and now I am in Mhairi's house in Glasgow.

Today I dyed my hair brown. It's strange looking the way you're meant to look. I've had bright coloured hair for the past three years because I don't like to be like everyone else. It's not that I want everyone looking at me, drawing their attention, it's so I feel like me. It makes me happy to look and see I'm different. It gives me my own world and nobody else's problems. It's kind of hard to explain.

But for awhile I've being dithering over whether to just give in. To let it go. I don't feel I'm to old for bright colours, I just want a break from them.

I look in the mirror and it's different, it's weird, but I kind of like it.

Today I bought an easter egg and when I picked it off the shelf it rattled because of all the little chocolate chips on the inside. It made me happy.

This past week I have been part of the production team for 'Road' at my college. It's been awesome. But the most amazing thing is, we, as a group of sixteen to nineteen year olds, produced a show worthy of public viewing with minimal help from 'adults' (they're just big kids really).

The thrill when the house lights come up at the end is indescribable. One of the best feelings ever. Knowing we achieved so much in two weeks, finally knowing this is where my heart lies,  that makes me so happy. I feel that little bit less lost.

I now have lots of money, or what i see as a lot of money. I don't think a millionare would care about a measly two hundred pounds. I don't want to spend any of it though. It's nice knowing it's just there. Although i'm going to London this weekend, so the whole 'I won't spend this money, I won't!' thing just failed.

It seems I have reached a point in my life were I might actually do something worthwhile. I might stop drinking.
I really need a whiteboard because I always forget to do things.
My keyboard keeps missing letters, what a twat.
I like gatherings.
I should really stop being a sarky bitch to the people at college, they are going to hate me for real soon.
I'm amazed that people are actually going to miss me at twirling.
I want dreads.