I've woken up in quite a good mood this morning. That's excluding my 6am tantrum. I came downstairs for a pee and dad was like "do you wanna go to Cambridge today?" and I was like "fuck off you imbecile. how can I make a decision this early in the morning?" I'm not good in the mornings. I can't remember half of the things I say or do. I'm not into all this spontaneous stuff either. I like things to be planned and organised. I might be going up town with Kathryn later anyway. After she's finished her tae-kwon-do lesson that is. I look terrible today. :( I'm wearing a light pink top that says "life is hard" and it has a sad looking teddy bear on it and some grey skinny jeans. My hair is all tangly and erect because I tried to curl it and I have a horrible yellow eye shadow on. Lol. "erect" Why did I choose that word? Make is cound like a have a cock on my head. Maybe I do... ;-) Well, this was pointless.