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.